About Angelyn

Angelyn is an Angel Channneler, Reiki Master, Aromatherapist, Healer and Spiritual Visionary; facilitator and ordained minister.Her open heart, receives the clear and candid capacity to receive and communicate guidance from the angels to you. These are Loving, practical and Inspiring messages. It is from this Presence, that Angelyn empowers you with Certainty and tools, to make an Angel-Heart connection with your personal Angel. As she often affirms, “with Love and healing from your heart, all things are possible.” Angelyn’s passion is to inspire you, to find the Joy and Love within you, to connect with your life’s purpose and live your dreams.

Angelyn has appeared on several radio shows & fundraisers for organizations such as ‘Heart & Stroke’ and ‘Children’s Wish’ foundations. She has written articles for magazines such as “Beauty & Spa” and “Wellness” and has appeared in several newspapers across Canada.

Currently Angelyn is touring Globally with her Angel workshop introducing people to their Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides. She is writing her Spiritual book ‘Connecting with your Personal Guides” based on her angel workshop

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The Lost Garden

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A cool northerly wind whisking through my hair, the residue from the harshness of a winter that has just gone by. Each day, slowly becoming longer, brighter. Each day brings sunbeams to warm my soul, to warm my days without you.  Each day that passes, is another day that you drift farther away from me.  As I make my way to your garden, there is still evidence of the moistness of a cold winter that has just passed. A chill passes through me as I stand at the garden gate, silence in my heart; looking in, remembering, reaching deep into my heart for the memory of you.

The dawn of the early morning light will soon come to crest over the horizon. I stand at the gate, trepid. The dark of night still has her shadow cast upon all that was once full of light and love. But now the garden seems to be filled with ghosts of the memories of you and all that once was. My hand rests nervously upon the gate. The once shiny, white paint is now peeling and dingy from lack of your loving care. I reach over to lift the latch. It sticks at first, and I struggle with it for but a moment. With determination it soon opens with a loud squeaking sound, rusty for want of oil. I close the gate carefully behind me, then turn and stand silently facing the stone path.

In the silence, I listen for the sound of the song birds that used to sing in these trees, the sounds that used to fill the garden with lovely songs of joy, and fill the air with love. But all I hear is silence, the quiet nothingness that awaits, as if everything in the garden is waiting your return. But there will be no return. My heart aches to have such feelings. I gasp as I turn to look at what was once an ‘Eden’ of hope and light for me. The beautiful garden which once held so fully, all the colours of the great Goddess’ palette, a garden which held fragrances that would stay with you forever. Nothing would ever compare to the essences and aromas of the flowers that once bloomed here. I see the signs of Spring, buds on the lilac bushes and tulips peeking through the ground.

The garden bench is cold, and grey.  I sit, for a moment, to grasp all that is, and all that was. I catch my breath and try to remember last spring. It is hard to imagine that now when all I see is the bareness of the trees, and the brown colour of the grass. The leaves are still in disarray scattered over the ground and the flower beds. The waterfall statue sitting in the middle of this oasis, sits still and quiet, the water has ceased to run out of the Goddess’ vessel. The fish pond in the corner is murky with algae, and muck, for no fish live there anymore.  The cottage is grey and in need of new paint. A shutter  hangs on one hinge. It just looms there, threatening to fall with one brisk, gale wind. Its paint chipping and fading, worn from the sun, the rain and the snow. The bare vines are holding on for dear life to the sides of the walls, hoping; waiting for new life to begin. Clinging to the vibrant past they had known once only not too long ago.

Slowly, I walk down the winding stone garden path, past the flowerbeds containing only brown twigs from a garden that wasn’t pruned from the season last. I pull my scarf tighter around my neck to protect it from the brisk wind that had suddenly crossed my path as I make my way to the stone cottage.

The cottage sits in darkness, with no life from within. I am taken back to my memories of you. All around the garden I can feel remnants of you. In my mind I can see you tending to the garden, you did it so painlessly, and effortlessly. To watch you work in the garden was like watching  symphony performing. It was breathtaking. The garden was your home, your life. But it was your family that always came first. You held those who knew you close to your heart. You loved them all the same. Without complaint, without reserve.  With no prejudice, no judgement. Only with love. Your heart and your soul was filled with love. You were a golden light for everyone whose life you touched. You offered unconditional love to all you met. There was not a time, nor a person who was not affected by what you had to give. Your smile, your love, a kind word, never once asking for anything in return. For you got all you needed from your garden, from the Goddess. Love came to you in many forms. I saw it in your face; your eyes lit with such Joy and Grace every time I saw you. I was never too certain if that is how you always appeared or if being in this place was what brought such pleasure in your life. You lit up the world with your presence. You were a woman, a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, but mostly you were my friend.  So full of life and love. Mostly though, you were a goddess; Mother goddess of the earth.  This garden was your home. You were like the great mother herself, you had so much to give, so much to share. The fae loved to dance with you and you kept secrets with them, I’m sure.

As I approach the cottage, I pull back the brush and gingerly step up onto a rock, close enough to reach the window. With the sleeve of my coat I clear away a circle big enough to peer through. I look into the dusty window, the darkness from within hurts my eyes. I squint to try to see what once was. Its hard to see beyond the curtain.

Stepping down off the rock, I go to the door. Unlocked, the door slowly creeks opens, and I step inside. I check the light switch, but the power in the house is off. Looking into the dimly lit room, it is a small one room cottage, just a kitchen for your cooking and baking.  In the corner there is a small wood stove for heat. An old copper tea kettle sits upon it.

In one end of the room there is an old stove for baking, a small cupboard for storing dry goods, a small fridge, in the corner and a tiny sink. The hutch along the back wall holds your china teacups, saucers and plates. The drawers still hold your linens and silverware.

I walk over to the hutch and examine the faded pattern on the dishes. As they sit there lined in a row, waiting, almost beckoning, to be used again. Having tea on these dishes was a wonderment of excitement as they brought me back to a period of time that I had only, until now, dreamt about. The room seemed to be waiting for the glory of life to re-enter it once more. Looking around the room, I see the life it once possessed, and just like magic the room lights up. The smell of your homemade baking wafts through the air, together with the aroma of coffee brewing on the stove, awaiting my arrival.  We always had so much to share with each other.

On rainy days, the small table by the window was carefully set so that we could look out at the twinkling of the rain; the magnificence of the shower as it nourished your beautiful garden. Your hand would rest upon mine to comfort me when I was feeling harsh and not entirely complete. You showed me how to love, and how much magic there is that exists within the harshness of the world. You showed my heart how to shine, just like yours.

The table by the window now sits bare and empty, its wood exposed to the severity of the dampness. There is a draft in the room, and the door slams shut, bringing me out of my trance.  I walk over to the door and open it once again. Standing in the doorway, I am taken back through my memories once more. Back to a time when the day was sunny and bright, when we would take our coffee mugs outside, and walk through the garden. On hot days we would sit on the swing, under the shady oak tree. Some days we sat on the bench facing the faery garden, full of ‘Johnny jump ups’, ‘foxglove’, ‘bluebells’… and more flowers that brought kindness and love to the fae people. The fae garden had shiny windmills that twirled in the wind, ‘whizzy wigs’ I think you called them. Mirrored trinkets that hung from the Maple branches that hung over head. Dancing and swirling in the sunlight. I remember laughing so hard when you told me what they were.  We talked about how the faeries were drawn to circles and all sorts of shiny things. The mushrooms that grew in in this garden grew in small circles. One day you promised to take me to visit with them. You would share their stories of frolicsome and mischievous behaviours and how they would love to come and visit with you. There was a commonality between you and them, you would say.

Looking over at your faery garden now, I wonder if they are still there. Have they moved to another place? To another garden? Or are they patiently waiting for your return to this one?  Were they as home-sick for you as I am? Would I ever really know?

Spring days were my favourite times in the garden, with the smell of dew on the lawns and the tulips as they began to bloom. The lilacs; my favourite, would be blooming filling the air with the richness of their perfume.  The garden was like somewhat of a Renoir painting, dappled with an array of colours, so rich with greens. I just wanted to stay there forever.

Time did not slow down the process of life in your garden, for with the summer came the pansies and hyacinth and each year the roses bloomed in full. Each month, it seemed, your garden had a new scent. I never really knew which scent was your favourite. Was there one? Or perhaps you just loved them all.

I remember the cool autumn nights, when the richness of the months before begins to die down and prepare for the winter months ahead. There was such an aura about you garden, it was so appreciative of you, and I could feel it! You planted and cared each day, heart and soul for this garden, and it gave so richly back to you.  We would sit on the swing with blankets wrapped about us, cups of hot cocoa in our hands. We would sit and talk for hours. We would laugh, and we would cry. And sometimes, we would just sit in the silence. Loving life, loving each others company.

When the winter came, you would start a fire in the tiny cottage, and the air was filled with the aroma of your baking.  Cookies, cakes, tarts and pies. All of them you would give away. All but the special batch of chocolate cookies, the ones you baked for me and my visits with you. They had extra chocolate chips, of course.

I sit on the step of the cottage, the sun begins to rise. I look up, and see rays of sunbeams casting a spectrum of rainbows down upon me. Pretty greens, yellows, purples, pinks and blues, all the colours of the Goddess‘ palette. At that moment the garden fills with colours. As if the Goddess herself painted it. I hear the song of the birds fill the air, and it is in this moment, that I begin to realize, you, you are this garden. Just as you are the colour and light of the love within me. For as long as I love you, you will always be in my heart, just as you will always be in this garden. There, over in the rose beds. I see you bent over, with your basket, as you clip some of the finest rosebuds for the table.  It is time for tea.

~Angelyn~

Imitations of Life

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You can walk through nature at any given time and be fooled by life that imitates life. A plant that at first glance can look like a deer, or a branch of  a tree that may seem like a bird… camouflages, things that appear to be what they are not.

Twice this week, I have been accused of negative words, or thinking, when in fact it was not. This caused me to ponder over my own words to think about the messages I was putting out into my life.

Life is not always what it seems, and something that may appear to be one thing is in fact one thing that replicates of something else. Even words.  My words, were just that.

Both these times when words were spoken, I was not in a negative place, and my thoughts were neither negative nor extremely positive… they just were.

So like all quandaries I get myself into, I go to the one being that I have trusted all my  life. My Guardian… and it was there that it became apparent to me that like most things in life, nothing is one or the other. Nothing is just black or white, sometimes things are just what they are. Facts.

Many ponderings over this have revealed to me that even our words can be just that. So as listeners, we must learn to hear what the person is really saying and pay attention to how we are receiving the information we are hearing.

Perhaps we choose to hear the negative connotations of what is being said to us because we are in a place where that is the only energy we are relating to at the moment. Are we quick to judge another’s words and be the accusers because we cannot bear to admit this to ourselves? Is it easier to judge another of being in  a dark place because we cannot see we are there ourselves?

If we listen with intention, we can see that words, or our interpretations of them can imitate where we are in our own selves, on our path, and in our lives.  And if we are truly honest with ourselves, then, and only then can we truly change.

Gratitude within us

Very often in life do we ever realize what we have until it is gone.. People, places or even things. We have them, they are part of us, and they are gone. While many of us don’t realize this, but it can feel like a lifetime has passed and one thing in our life will trigger the response. Will this do it, likely not. But if we are conscientious about it, we will.

Like the traits we inherit from our families, the inconspicuous nose on our face, wide set eyes, hair that is too thick, or too curly… but what about the wonderful traits we possess, not just the deep blue eyes, or the beautifully thick hair, I’m talking about the kindness inherent within us, the integrity. Are these possessions that are passed down too?

I have always found myself to be a giver, something that came naturally to me, something that both my parents portrayed without even thinking about it. I saw the smile on my mothers face when she would give a batch of homemade cookies to the neighbouring children, as if it were something she did for herself, not for them.  Perhaps this was one of the small joys she got from her life.

This week, I have been learning what it feels like to be the receiver of these small unbelievable acts of kindness. I was given the gift of a plant. A weed actually, yes, a weed, but not just any weed. It was a weed that has meaning to me.

I had never heard of “Herb Robert”  in this way. She spoke of how this plant is indigenous to the area and how she learned that it can be used as a police for bruising. Upon gifting me with two wee pots of this herb, she also handed me a photocopy of its description so I could read about all the uses of this herb and how it grows. I was grateful at her token.

But it wasn’t until I read the first line of the copy that I truly understood how grateful I really was.  She had handed me a ‘magical herb’… The first line I read was “Common name: Dragons Blood,…”  Wow, did she truly understand the power of what she had given me? OR how much I would really appreciate this gift. Perhaps she did? And it was at that moment that my heart skipped a beat, and elation filled my body.

Did I truly understand my Gratitude for this gesture? Probably not at that moment, but I most certainly do now. This is a plant that I didn’t know existed in this area. But have seen the written words in my magic books, to be honest, I didn’t really know it was a plant. And now, I had this in my hands. And I will treasure it for always…

It feels so good to be on the receiving end; I wonder if my mother ever had the chance in her wondrous life to be there, to feel the way I feel at this very moment. I certainly hope she did!

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Peace in my Heart

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The song of the Robin begins before the sun begins to crest upon the earth, and this morning I awaken with a newness that my heart has not felt in sometime. Eagerly, I prepare for my morning walk.

There is a new vibrancy about this morning, not just within me, but within the land herself. Goddess Mother is singing her praises this morning. The smells are wondrous about me and the variety of birds chorally sing their praises at her work. I smile. This indeed is a beautiful day…

I feel free.. There is nothing but me.. And the beauty of nature that surrounds me. Love surrounds me.. I am Love… and I am all there is.  I release all my fears to you, the great Mother/Father God, and I ask to become pure and whole.  Bring to me the Peace that I seek. Fill my heart with love.

I release all that does not serve purpose in my heart. I release all that does not serve purpose in my life … And I return to the wholeness of all that is.. And all that shall be,
And it is for these blessings that I am truly grateful for.

Blessings to all…

Signs of Nature

The morning was bitterly cold, but I headed out anyway. I felt it was something I had to do for myself.  A wise friend told me to go for a walk  in my favourite place.  As I got out of my car, I didn’t hear the usual squawking  of  the ducks and geese.  Smart I thought, taking refuge from the cold.  Usually, the Chickadees are right there waiting for their seed.  It was silent. Not a bird in sight, interesting, I thought and proceeded to the path, opening my heart to the messages that my angels would befall upon me today.  All I could think about was the fact I couldn’t feel the tips of my fingers.  I had balled them up in my gloves to get the circulation back.
When my fingers had finally gotten the blood back to them and warmed up, I thought about the words my friend had said to me; “walk slowly, listen, hear, see, feel.” He told me to ask to be clearly shown what they desired to show me…  so, I slowed down my pace, and paid attention to my thoughts

as I walked along, and heard these words ringing through my head. I asked to be shown a sign of what message I needed to hear. That is when I heard a voice say to me, “lift your head; look“.  I lifted my head, and stopped in my tracks, for there appeared just ahead of me, a hawk.  He flew across the path, then back again, and across once more. But what was interesting was that he flew low to the path, as if beckoning forward.  I hurried to see where he was going, and he flew up over my head and back south into the field… wow.  I got out my camera but because the sun was so bright I couldn’t see what I was taking a picture of. So I just snapped the shutter and hoped something would appear.
Continuing along the path, my hear beat faster as I wondered what message the hawk brought to me today.  When the wind picked up, I pulled my scarf up to my eyes, head down again to shield me from the cold.  As I came into a treed area, there at my feet were the print of the deer.  Beautiful.  Crisp in the fresh fallen snow.  I couldn’t see where they went.  It always pleases my heart to know the delicate, and soft presence of the deer is near.  And I thought about their travels alone this area, hiding when they sensed the presence of humans that are near.  I felt that they were somewhere close. Not wanting to disturb them, I carried along my way.
Curious as to why  there was no sign of the Chickadees, I came upon the clearing in the forest, and as I stopped at the sight of the sparrows, a cardinal flew right across my path.  I looked for her mate, as the sighting of the cardinal seems to be in pairs.  I looked in the trees, but she was there alone.  At least I had no sign of her mate today.
The cold brisk temperatures become much more than I can bare, so I quickly make my way back to the car.  Now, where’s the hot chocolate…

Memory of a Wonderful Friend!

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On this particularly grey morning. I sit down at the table so as to have a good view of the lovely garden. A place where we have sat many times before. The place where we would talk endlessly for hours. About everything, and yet about nothing in particular. Our conversations were intense, and at the best of times, silly. My hands wrap around my mug of coffee, my tear filled eyes adjust to the dimness of the blue grey dawn. As I sit at this cyber kitchen table, the only light illuminating the room is a candle on the windowsill. Your light. On this particular day, there is no smell of cookies baking in the oven. No bustling of the dogs as they rustle about your feet, one lying under the table. Wonder what she is thinking?

 

A slight touch of your hand cresses mine as you sit down beside me to enjoy the view of the garden. A touch that says ‘you are loved’. The greatest friendship I have know grew at this table, with a view of a spectacular English garden, where the faeries and sprites danced about. The garden on this gloomy morning is covered with snow, a few patterns of some small animals, perhaps a squirrel, maybe a wee bird.

I feel a chill cross the room, an auspicious presence fills the air and pull my sweater up tight around my neck. I see a shadow as it moves discreetly across the twilight of the wintry garden. I look closer but, upon close inspection nothing is there. It has moved into the shadows. I smile. In the silence of the colourless room, a tear drop falls into my cup. Memories fill my heart of all the times we sat here. Your caring, warmth and affection forever imbedded within my soul. The love you brought into my life, into my heart, fills my very being, forever. You comforted me in some of my darkest moments, and we sat here as we grieved your beloved pets.

We talked about the memory of my mother, the life of my daughter; whom you adored. In turn you shared some deep precious moments with me. You had a unique gift. One driven by your love and compassion for all living things. Your wisdom has touched so many, I was one of many to be blessed to have your presence touch mine. When you grieved your beloved pets, we sat here in this very spot; I was blessed to comfort you. We laughed, we cried. You were the mother I never had. 

Many times, you were the voice of reason. You were my logical mind that saw me straight. Your words always touched my heart and calmed my presence. You helped me to see things through another perspective. There were many with whom you brought your wisdom and love to. Those who’s hearts and lives you touched, lives with whom you have changed for the better. Soul’s whom are grateful for the exchange. Always a lady of love and grace. A true goddess of your time. You will forever be in the hearts of all those whom you’ve touched. Soul’s you have loved.

I hope you know how you have impacted my life, my heart, my soul. It will be hard to let you go, but the memory of you; the essence of all that you were will live in my heart forever. You have deeply touched my heart, and you will live there forever. My greatest wish in my life is that we would have met. Someday, I’m sure we will.

The Visit

It was 4:44 am, when a familiar light filled my room. It brought great peace to me. The light shimmered soft hues of pinks and blues. Sparkling like the sun as she dances upon the water in the morning. The Angel light surrounded me in protection and love. It filled my chest allowing my heart to fill with light. As she spoke, You must share the word of love to all who will listen, and healing will take place within all who will hear. For their hearts will fill with great Joy, Love & understanding” . I was not afraid, for I knew that which she spoke.

“We release from you all that keeps you from your work in this dimension.” ”All that does not serve your greatest shall be released from you and light and love of creator shall fill its place.” She extended and reached into my heart. Filling each cell with the love and peace of the Angel. I could feel this warmth of love as it permeated through out my entire body, healing, loving embracing my very soul. I felt connected with that which I truly am. “Greatness has been restored to you in your purest form. Light extends from your heart and into all who will come to you. Heal through the body, the mind but most of all the spirit. I will send them to you”. “Do not be afraid, nothing will bind you and keep you from the true work of the Creator. Life is love. Grace is Joy and you are the gift given to those who surround you at this time. All shall be of your truest essence”Her words fell upon my soul like the softness of the snow as it fell upon the ground. I rose from my bed and approached the window. There it was … her white blanket as it covered the earth. Protecting her … there it was. I felt it in my bones. Lightness. Purity… Joy! And thus, the day begins…..

 

 
   

Samhain Nights

The wheel of the year has once again turned and gone full circle.  A time for endings and new beginnings.  Time to reflect on the days gone by with hope of the days ahead. As I reflect upon the year behind me; love ones lost. The job I lost in January when the family I took as my own said, “No worries . . We shall always remain close.” Now upon this reflection, they have each moved on with their lives. All of them happy, all of them achieving new goals along their own paths. I remember the laughter; the learning; the sorrow and even the anger of our last days.  Even now, I feel their love within my heart. Even now that we have each gone our separate ways. I am grateful for the time I had with them. They were beacons of light upon my own path.

While life can seem ever so complicated one day, with questions appearing ever so quickly. There are days when all the answers are ever so apparent.  Life is like that you see, some days knowing all there is. Some days knowing that which I don’t really know. It raised the question each morning; what will this day bring.

Samhain (Halloween, as most know it to be) is a joyous time for me.  The days when my world lifts the veil of past and present; for all to see. For many it’s a time of ghost tales and bewitching haunts. The children dress in costumes in a parade along the streets begging for candies and treats. For me, it is like the leaf that falls from the tree.  Life still exists for the tree, but it sheds its protective shield against the warmer temperatures of summer. So now comes the time when we shed our leaves and prepare for winter.

The days are shorter, the nights longer, Samhain is the time for change. The time to look to the future.  Samhain is a mystical and enchanted night, when magick can be done to benefit out personal lives as well as our planet. And so on this night, magick is afoot; dreams and wishes abound. I reflect upon that which has passed with the pending excitement of that which is to come this year ahead. Feel the magick in the air, or is it really coming from my heart.  Know that which has been is no more; that which is to come will be magickal as the rising sun …

10/30/09

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Ride of Emotion ~

Its funny how life can turn on a dime. One minute all is going well, and you are happy.  Then, for no apparent reason, it changes.  Emotion takes over and the darkness shadows your heart.  Life can be that way. Never certain as to why.  Just is.  All in a day, or a moment in time.  Only for a moment, you can find the love that is always there, may feel as if it is suddenly gone, and you feel empty.  Love never leaves you.  It is through this love and the darkness, that your love deepens within. I can’t explain it, it just does.  The tide of emotion, ebbs and flows through my body.  Replacing my blood.  Its hot and cold at the same time; fire and ice.  I sit here with uncertainty laced through my cells, unsure of what will come next.  Reminding all the while, that, this too shall pass, and love will fill my heart again.
Sometimes we must go through the dark to truly understand the essence of time and existence within us; our own being. I find myself feeling like I am in a closet. And all the darkness around me, is me. I am imperfect and my life reflects this. What have I done, why? It is through this darkness I feel my guilt. I feel that I could have done different, made a difference. Impacted the lives around  my with goodness. Instead I feel held back and incompetent in where I am.  The past no longer matters for it does not exist. It has made me who I am and it this is where I be.  It is now, this place in the cosmos of time; this moment that will shape where I am going and what I will do.  It is now that causes me to think of who I have become to see if I can get a glimpse of who I will be.  For that which is within, is unlike who I have known.
“Life may cause us to recoil within to the deepest recesses of our soul. Take time, to reconnect with the spirit within; all that is you.  Clean out all hurts that may no longer serve its purpose. For then one can see all that is.  The light is still there, covered with debris of the past, and all the things one ‘tries’ to be.  It is important to ‘be’ who you are.”  But, do I really know who I am? Have I every known?  “Now is the time for you to discover this; let go of what hurts, know that there is love, and with love one can not be headed in the wrong direction.  You are just where you need to be, and this is the time for you to assess the life you are and create the life you will have by seeing where you are now”  Thank you Master, I see this now.
“Now is the time for you to take respite in all that brings beauty into your life; people, places things. Flowers, waters, peaceful moments in your life.  Draw on all these things to find the source within you, for it is in these things that you are formed. It is within these things that love finds its way to your heart.  Be.  Just be at one when you are near these things and life will rise up within your soul. Your heart will be refreshed and new again.” {Blessed Serena}
Its funny how life can turn on a dime. One minute all is going well, and you are happy.  Then, for no apparent reason, it changes.  Emotion takes over and the darkness shadows your heart.  Life can be that way. Never certain as to why.  Just is.  All in a day, or a moment in time.  Only for a moment, you can find the love that is always there, may feel as if it is suddenly gone, and you feel empty.  Love never leaves you.  It is through this love and the darkness, that your love deepens within. I can’t explain it, it just does.  The tide of emotion, ebbs and flows through my body.  Replacing my blood.  Its hot and cold at the same time; fire and ice.  I sit here with uncertainty laced through my cells, unsure of what will come next.  Reminding all the while, that, this too shall pass, and love will fill my heart again.
Sometimes we must go through the dark to truly understand the essence of time and existence within us; our own being. I find myself feeling like I am in a closet. And all the darkness around me, is me. I am imperfect and my life reflects this. What have I done, why? It is through this darkness I feel my guilt. I feel that I could have done different, made a difference. Impacted the lives around  my with goodness. Instead I feel held back and incompetent in where I am.  The past no longer matters for it does not exist. It has made me who I am and it this is where I be.  It is now, this place in the cosmos of time; this moment that will shape where I am going and what I will do.  It is now that causes me to think of who I have become to see if I can get a glimpse of who I will be.  For that which is within, is unlike who I have known.
“Life may cause us to recoil within to the deepest recesses of our soul. Take time, to reconnect with the spirit within; all that is you.  Clean out all hurts that may no longer serve its purpose. For then one can see all that is.  The light is still there, covered with debris of the past, and all the things one ‘tries’ to be.  It is important to ‘be’ who you are.”  But, do I really know who I am? Have I every known?  “Now is the time for you to discover this; let go of what hurts, know that there is love, and with love one can not be headed in the wrong direction.  You are just where you need to be, and this is the time for you to assess the life you are and create the life you will have by seeing where you are now”  Thank you Master, I see this now.
“Now is the time for you to take respite in all that brings beauty into your life; people, places things. Flowers, waters, peaceful moments in your life.  Draw on all these things to find the source within you, for it is in these things that you are formed. It is within these things that love finds its way to your heart.  Be.  Just be at one when you are near these things and life will rise up within your soul. Your heart will be refreshed and new again.” {Blessed Serena}northernlites

Under the Rainbow!

At 4:44 am, as I walk out the front door to take my little beauty to work, I notice the windows of my car open. “You are lucky it didn’t rain”, she says. Yes, I am. I return home, I start my morning routine; check my email and there is an email sent to me by one who I hold dear in my heart about ‘Surrender & manifest’ . As I read it aloud, the words resonate within me. Shortly thereafter, I head out for my morning walk, and as I drive down the street that takes me to the parking lot, I see a rainbow just overhead. My first thought is how beautiful it is, and my second is that I marvel at how it can appear when it has not rained…
Parking the car, I start the journey on my path. I feel exhilarated because I eye this rainbow, realizing that I can see both ends. One ends in Lake Ontario, the other at what appears to be my turnaround for my walk. Like a magnet, I walk, pulled to the energy of the rainbow, feeling the coolness of the early morning, as a kiss upon my face. I am drawn ever so by the magnificence of the rainbow as it reaches out of the water and stretches into the clouds only to emerge again into my reality. the connection of heaven & earth, and all there is.
There comes a place along the path, where it feels like I am walking under the rainbow, and I feel a sense of excitement reach my heart. I am being pulled toward the magnificent energy of this rainbow. Memorized. I reach the bench where the rainbow seems to end. My body tingling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, and back down again. To the left of me the sky is dark and ominous; pending rain. To the right, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is bright blue. I close my eyes in meditative prayer. Breathing deeply, all the way down to my toes.
I feel consecrated, I am connected to a higher spirit. Captured somewhere between heaven and earth. The air is magickal and each breath I take vibrates into my soul as it encompasses me and fills my lungs; fills every cell of my being with luminous white light. I am transported to another time; another place. A place where there are no worries and no cares. In this place everything sparkles as if made of crystal. This is the place where I surrender to all that no longer exists for me anymore; and manifest the wonderment of the next path I am to take. I feel on the edge of both worlds, at an exit point and an opening.
Sitting in a place between the worlds, I find I never want to leave. But for now I know what it means to find true Peace and true Joy within my own heart; within my own soul. One is not allowed to stay in this place between the worlds forever, not yet. I open my eyes and the rainbow has magically disappeared. The sun is shining; Life is just as it should be…
At 4:44 am, as I walk out the front door to take my little beauty to work, I notice the windows of my car open. “You are lucky it didn’t rain”, she says. Yes, I am. I return home, I start my morning routine; check my email and there is an email sent to me by one who I hold dear in my heart about ‘Surrender & manifest’ . As I read it aloud, the words resonate within me. Shortly thereafter, I head out for my morning walk, and as I drive down the street that takes me to the parking lot, I see a rainbow just overhead. My first thought is how beautiful it is, and my second is that I marvel at how it can appear when it has not rained…
Parking the car, I start the journey on my path. I feel exhilarated because I eye this rainbow, realizing that I can see both ends. One ends in Lake Ontario, the other at what appears to be my turnaround for my walk. Like a magnet, I walk, pulled to the energy of the rainbow, feeling the coolness of the early morning, as a kiss upon my face. I am drawn ever so by the magnificence of the rainbow as it reaches out of the water and stretches into the clouds only to emerge again into my reality. the connection of heaven & earth, and all there is.
There comes a place along the path, where it feels like I am walking under the rainbow, and I feel a sense of excitement reach my heart. I am being pulled toward the magnificent energy of this rainbow. Memorized. I reach the bench where the rainbow seems to end. My body tingling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, and back down again. To the left of me the sky is dark and ominous; pending rain. To the right, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is bright blue. I close my eyes in meditative prayer. Breathing deeply, all the way down to my toes.
I feel consecrated, I am connected to a higher spirit. Captured somewhere between heaven and earth. The air is magickal and each breath I take vibrates into my soul as it encompasses me and fills my lungs; fills every cell of my being with luminous white light. I am transported to another time; another place. A place where there are no worries and no cares. In this place everything sparkles as if made of crystal. This is the place where I surrender to all that no longer exists for me anymore; and manifest the wonderment of the next path I am to take. I feel on the edge of both worlds, at an exit point and an opening.
Sitting in a place between the worlds, I find I never want to leave. But for now I know what it means to find true Peace and true Joy within my own heart; within my own soul. One is not allowed to stay in this place between the worlds forever, not yet. I open my eyes and the rainbow has magically disappeared. The sun is shining; Life is just as it should be…
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Magickal Beach ~

The morning light twinkling and the air is pending rain, we decide as a variety this morning, we decided to go to the conservation area. I had forgotten how beautiful it is. It has been at least 10 years since I have been here. The walk started with a bombardment of bugs, but we got through it. We followed along the trail around its twists and turns. Finding that it leads us in to part of a small forest, slightly. Around a small bend to the left and we emerge onto an isolated beach. To the left view of my early morning walk. To the left, the small pebbled beach continues until I can’t see it any more. Above the sky is clear; clouds don’t seem to exist here. The sun sparkling on the water casting tiny diamonds in our eyes. Hands stretched to the sky, I reach up in a prayer of gratitude. The air feels light, and the wind caresses my face. Walking up the beach, I am drawn to a spot to sit, close enough to touch the water, but far enough that it can’t touch me… lost in the magic of the water hitting the beach… I close my eyes and sing a soft melody of gratitude. My heart lifts with the breezes up, up toward the sun… carried on the breeze of universal love and life. My face tingles, kissed and caressed. My soul is carried away up to the great blue sky. My soul has lifted, my breathing now shallow. Amongst the peace and serenity of this magickal place, and it truly is magickal. There seems to be an ominous feel in my heart, of what is to come. Startled, I open my eyes and see four Canadian Geese gently floating in front of me. I look down at all the tiny pebbles before my two tiny, round pebbles before me, two sparkling gemstones. Softly, I whisper; Thank you.

Copyright © – Angelyn 2009

~Message of Light~

angel_dovelightDear Ones; Life is. It just is and you are all part of the divine creation. You are a being of eternal light and your essence will be lit throughout eternity. Your body is not. There are defined entrance and exit points through out time. Your life on Earth is a co-creation of Spirit and Divine and is not eternal. Each one of you, at some point shall be called home. Spirit is aware of this. With your gifts of free will and ego, you have consciousness and therefore may not remember your contracts within your spirit. Life will continue as planned. Each life co-existing with others and then leaving upon its exit point. Honour the will of Spirit and the will of the almighty, and this coming together. For you are truly one with the Divine. Life as you know it is short, we ask that you make the most of the time you have there and bring Joy into your heart so you may feel.

May life allow you to bring Love & Joy within you so that you may share all with those your life will touch ~ Many blessings ~ AA Metatron

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Please use your discernment with these messages,
and pass along to anyone you think may benefit.
Copyright © – Angelyn 2009

The Swans ~

As I sit in quiet meditation, looking out at the wetlands before me, I am serenaded by the song of the birds all around me. Drifting graciously and effortlessly before me in the water, as if to make no ripples in the waters, leaving only a reflection, is a beautiful swan. Mesmerized at her graciousness, and ease; she knows only what is before her on her journey. Not too far behind her, I see another swan. Not making any effort to catch up with her, quite happy and content with his own path in life. I ponder this a moment, taking a deep breath as I am one being in the beauty of all nature that surrounds me. When a red Cardinal swoops down and lands in the tree directly in front of me… I close my eyes a moment to drink in all this beauty.. And I hear a soft whisper:

“Little one, Amidst all the chaos of life, lies within it the Grace and Beauty of life and all things. You must always remember that even though you walk alone, there will always be someone not too far away watching over you, protecting you. You must live life, for life is about living, not worry. Do not fear this journey or the next, be in the Grace of all that comes to you on your path. Hold your head high, and know in your heart that I am always here with you. It shall always be but for the Grace of God and his Angels that you are the beauty that walks along your path, you are the beauty within all living things, for you are one with the Universe” ~ AA Serena (my personal angel)

There was a sudden brush upon my cheek, I opened my eyes and watched the swans a moment longer and carried along on my journey, back to life.


Please use your discernment with these messages,
and pass along (in its entiret) to anyone you think may benefit.

Copyright © – Angelyn 2009

Visit with a Cardinal

As the morning sun dawns, the sky is grey and clouds are filling the light.  I sit in my garden, close my eyes & breathe.  Breathe in life surrounding me.  The birds are especially quiet this morning; rain is pending. contemplating recent events, current events and all that needs to be done.  I breathe.  Suddenly I hear the incessant  chirping of one single bird. I relish in the sound.  He chirps happily, and steadily. Whispers in my ear, I hear, “Open your eyes, little one” Slowly, almost fearful, but delighted at the same time. I see sitting before me, perched upon the fence, a beautiful red Cardinal. I catch my breath at the sight, afraid that my breathing  might somehow scare him away.  I close my eyes and ask the Spirit devas to reveal the message to me.
“I am the blood of life, here to help you with your difficult transition. There is no turning back! Everything else in your life will show great significance from this day forward. You  must take extra care in the days before you to ensure your personal happiness, a careful balance of  Spiritual and Physical is needed now.  Express your truth, develop your confidence once again and walk  your talk. Respect these teachings I bring forth to you and  I will guide you  and lead you home.”
His chirping stopped and  my eyes ‘popped’ open, my heart racing.  I looked at the Cardinal sitting on the fence. It seems as if he were looking right at me, at my soul… my heart skipped a beat and he flew away. Momentarily, I sat in awe of the silence of the message I had just received.  My face warm, my hand reached up to brush away the tear that had escaped from my eye and wiped it away.  Suddenly chilled, I got up and went inside, for now there was more to contemplate about my life and what was in store now.

As the morning sun dawns, the sky is grey and clouds are filling the light.  I sit in my garden, close my eyes & breathe.  Breathe in life surrounding me.  The birds are especially quiet this morning; rain is pending. contemplating recent events, current events and all that needs to be done.  I breathe.  Suddenly I hear the incessant  chirping of one single bird. I relish in the sound.  He chirps happily, and steadily. Whispers in my ear, I hear, “Open your eyes, little one” Slowly, almost fearful, but delighted at the same time. I see sitting before me, perched upon the fence, a beautiful red Cardinal. I catch my breath at the sight, afraid that my breathing  might somehow scare him away.  I close my eyes and ask the Spirit devas to reveal the message to me.

“I am the blood of life, here to help you with your difficult transition. There is no turning back! Everything else in your life will show great significance from this day forward. You  must take extra care in the days before you to ensure your personal happiness, a careful balance of  Spiritual and Physical is needed now.  Express your truth, develop your confidence once again and walk  your talk. Respect these teachings I bring forth to you and  I will guide you  and lead you home.”

His chirping stopped and  my eyes ‘popped’ open, my heart racing.  I looked at the Cardinal sitting on the fence. It seems as if he were looking right at me, at my soul… my heart skipped a beat and he flew away. Momentarily, I sat in awe of the silence of the message I had just received.  My face warm, my hand reached up to brush away the tear that had escaped from my eye and wiped it away.  Suddenly chilled, I got up and went inside, for now there was more to contemplate about my life and what was in store now.

The beauty of a Cardinal
The beauty of a Cardinal

Morning with the Goldfinch ~

Dear friends, I want to share an experience that happened to me this morning~

As I sit at my computer, everyday, I am serenaded by the wonderful feathered creatures that adorn my backyard… for the past two weeks, my friend and I have been walking along the shore of Lake Ontario on designated walking paths.  We have enjoyed the birds immensely.  This morning, we took a different walk, on a different path.  Since a few days before the Solstice we started to see Goldfinch, the birds of the solstice …  we see these birds everyday, and this morning we had three follow us on our path.  They would fly ahead, we would catch up, they would fly a little further.  Each time purching on a new bush. Until we turned our course… We were very thankful!

However, when we pulled up to my driveway; there, perched on my car; one on the handle, one on the ledge of the window… ‘two’ goldfinches … we watched and waited.  They sat there for the longest time the one on the door handle stayed and the other flew up into the pine tree, flew back to the car and back to the tree, until both of them flew into the tree… it was beautiful.

When we did park, we pulled out her “Animal speaks” book … these are the birds of that awaken to the Nature Spirits ~ faeries, elves & divas; to the nature spirits of summer solstice and are of summer season. Their unique fly patterns are significant to flying in to the spirit world & back to physical.  They are also representatives of the Angel Auriel….

How exciting!!!
I AM truly Grateful!

~ Coffee with a Friend ~

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The air is damp and cold as the rain teems down upon the earth feeding her so that life may continue to exist. There is a song in my head that just won’t go away this morning, “there’s a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza; a hole in my bucket dear Liza, a hole.” Seems quite appropriate, don’t you think.

I love the rain, the birds are still singing in the downpour. I sit at your table this morning, overlooking your garden, my hair gently pulled back, face ashen. A sigh emits from my lungs, like life being let out of an air mattress. Not a word is spoken. Your gently face is all I need; listening. My darkened eyes fill with tears. Slowly one escapes, gently your hand covers mine. The mother I never had.

No words are spoken. I come here today, because I know you are not filled with judgements, or words that you know are just words. I know all that everybody can say. And you my dear friend, know that is not what I need to hear. You know, I need just a friend. Someone who is just there for me… I know that is selfish, but I am scared. And perhaps slipping into a slight depression of the unknown. You know the kind, the unknown. Oh, I know I will be okay… there is no question of that!

I am disconnected. Neither here, nor there. The heaviness on my heart lays there within me. Untouched. Unknown. Unscathed. Physically, there is no reason for these ailments. I know; I know…

I had a talk with my Angels today; I am needed there. I am needed here. Life on this planet feels less an less these days. I have been travelling back to open the doors. There is no escape. I have asked for them to open the gate so that I may provide the tools necessary to teach the word. They have given me the tools, I need to share them with everyone. How? How can I do that?

Life here, is a mystery. So much for me to do, yet so many pieces still missing. Connections still to be made. What do I do, how do I make them see; make them feel. There is no compassion. Another’s life is not to be ‘fixed’, it is to be treasured. Understood, only to them. The human self is only there so that each of us is not alone. Is it right to judge another? No… to walk the path with another is to feel that persons pain, put your arm around them and say “its okay, I am here now”… but so many fail to see. Everyone has an opinion. Love your opinion; but you don’t know ‘me’…

You fill my cup, as you listen. I know you feel my words. You smile at me and I see the green glow emanate from your soul. You are emerging from your self, as your true self to me. I am safe; I am love.

“Wishes are stars, falling to the Earth” Each one a seed planted in the ground and needs water to grow. We call them ‘dreams’. The dream squashers say; “no, you can’t” Is it out of fear that we, the dreamers may make a difference and change the world. The universe says, “If you won’t do it; I will. So reap the rewards of the Joy you are to ‘be’; perfectly”

My dear friend, it is hard for me to remain on this planet. This I know. The more I come into being, the more I see this as so. I have ‘blown’ my fuses, and can’t find the hardware store to replace them. When I came into this body, it was a sacrifice that needed to be made. As time marches on, these realities of life become harder to sacrifice. The more the shift happens, the harder this becomes.

There are so many who accuse; “you are not grounded”. How do they know; they don’t understand. Clearly, they don’t understand the work I have been sent here to do. Who does? I need to find just one person who does. Just one. One person with whom, I can tell them about my true being of self, and they don’t question, don’t judge. One person with whom will understand, who will know my confusion, my Star. One person whom I don’t have to explain a single thing. Many are not ready for me. The walk in. THAT; is who I am… I am Archangel Radzekiel!

“Be true to your real-self, for it is all that you have. You are only here to serve the purpose that is yours. No one can take that away from you. To serve your purpose, to exist on this planet is to work within you. Know that you are one on a planet of millions. Your light shines above all, in all that you do. Ask, and it shall be given to you, for it is already yours.”

I look up, and there is a smile upon your face, a gentleness in your heart. Love lives there. Quiet, stillness… the birds continue to sing!

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My Secret Garden

In my backyard I have two gardens, one is a Faery garden designed for my little friends ‘the fae’.  Special planets for them to play. Magic mirrors and crystals are placed within this garden.  Today, while I was weeding in the garden of Fae. Faelene greeted me and I was transformed and invited into a private place; just beyond the mushrooms. Deep inside the forget-me-nots. There it was, the most beautiful gate, iridescent colours, shiny and bright.  Galena, the gate keeper greeted us. She in all her glory opened the gate and handed me the magick key… Faelene and I entered into the beautiful world where magick appears all around you.  Wonderment and awe, I looked over at my guide, and a tear escaped her deep emerald eyes.  ‘what is wrong Faelene?’ I asked.  She squeezed my hand and smiled as she guided me down a path of rubies, sapphires and emeralds.  She takes me through the multi-coloured lanterns glowing along the path. We walked in the soft glow until we got to a crystal bench, I sat on the bench and she took my hands in hers and said:

“My dear angel, have you considered all power and fulfillment yearned for by all humans exists in the present moment; in this tremendous energy. Which is more than the mind can ever imagine. It is a mystery of the paradox; the conscious awareness of your soul. When your life that has been transformed; you feel happy, and everything is a miracle, carefully orchestrated by the universe. Only when you can feel your place in the Universe will you truly understand and you will rise above.  At this moment all is as it should be, and you are Spirit. Uncertainty will always exist in your world as change is always infused with non-change. Please understand that consciousness, pure consciousness will always be present in everything, no matter where, no matter what form. In your physical world there is the least amount of pure consciousness as it will always be dominated with the physical and the illusion of being separate. Pure consciousness will become more powerful as you become closer to it. The highest state of consciousness available to us is unity. Your true self contains the light that no darkness can intrude upon; you are safe. For you are love.” 

We then sat in silence, my head lowered  in the glory that was around me. It made me think of all that I have in my life. All the Joy that surrounded me and the love from within. My heart filled with fire, a warm glow of that which I had never experienced before. There was a breeze across my cheek, a magikal kiss of the fae and I was transformed back into the reality of that which was my garden.  The sun was slowly making her ascent into the earth, the air was calm and brisk. Silence. Not a sound was heard around me. I lifted my head, and there before me, sitting on my faery statue, the twinkling life of a spring nymph. My tears, were dry.  Sunshine in my heart… I ascended inside, and the rain began…

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Important Message from the Divine

Dear Ones, the time has come to call forth your light. It could not be a more important time than now to go within the center of who you are and to call forth the light of your existence. Time is speeding up, Mother Earth is swiftly going through her changes and the Divine plan is swiftly and effortlessly moving into action. May of you may feel this shift in your being-ness, and require much needed rest. Call to the core of your heart, there you will find the love of Divine to help you to remain centered in what you will be asked to do next. This will require great manifestation. Call to action all that is you, your light is greatly needed. During this time we praise you and give you all that you ask to help you meet your needs, and the needs of the Divine. You are now being called for to bring the light of Love, Compassion, Understanding and Joy forth towards a greater existence. The time is now to reach within, and “BE”. Simply be; BE Love, BE Light, BE still in the divine existence of who you are. You are NOT alone, the armies of Angels have come forth to your planet to assist all of you on this mission. This is a most auspicious time on your planet and the shifts have already begun. You my child are an integral part of this life source. Of this great change. You, are a lightworker, and you are being called now to shine this light upon those around you, upon the earth and the Universe to aid in this process. Strengthen your core soul, stand tall. You are blessed with the guidance of the superiors at this time. Ask, each night to allow the purpose of your complete soul to come forth. Ask, for the guidance of light and creation to assist you in ‘your’ mission of light. Ask, and it will be given to you. For you are an integral being of light & oneness with the Divine Creator. ~ Blessings of light from the Creator; AA Raziel. ~

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© Angelyn 2009

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Mother’s Day in the Garden

  

I awake to the chirp of one single chickadee, make my way down the stairs to the kitchen and make my morning tea. I venture into the back garden. The rain has left it wet from the day before. I survey the garden and plan in my mind this years garden. I hear the kettle as it has boiled. Back in the kitchen to prepare my tea and my thoughts find my heart. Its aches this morning. Alone on mothers day. My daughter is off helping a friend in Guelph, such a wonderful and helpful woman she is grown into, beautiful and thoughtful. I cannot begrudge her, her thoughtfulness. She is wonderful and I am beaming with pride as I think of her.

Out in the coolness of the garden, the air is crisp, and all is quiet. My thoughts turn now to my mom, and my heart aches. She has been gone now four years. Pain is replaced by love, and my guilt is washed away. Where does this pain come from? I scan the recesses of my heart. I feel an ache of pain that resides there. Pain, for a memory of someone I never knew. A pain for someone I will never get to know. Pain for someone I will never get to know. All that holds in my memory is the struggle. The struggle of my life to gain the respect and love of someone I will never know.

Someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s wife, someone’s mother… and someone‘s grandmother. Was she mine? All the things that I wanted a mother to be, I did not get. Through no fault of her own. She was a woman lost within the torment of her past, forbidden to penetrate her for fear that she may be judged. And I loved her; although I didn’t know this at the time. I was unable to love her. Unable to let her in.

The woman that could not love me, showed the utmost adoration for her granddaughters. With them she allowed the little girl to come out to play. She was free. But the little girl within showed so much pain. What cost was it for her to be free, I wonder? What was so horrible in her life that compelled her to loose herself within her own self? She just wanted to be loved. She ached for acceptance and approval, too. So much so that she couldn’t see. She couldn’t see all that she touched, all the lives that she spent only moments or years in, adored her.

I walk over to the edge of the garden and bend down to touch the petal of the red tulip that fought its way through the earth, the only survivor from the squirrels. It feels soft to the touch, just like she did when she touched someone’s life. Why couldn’t she touch mine?

The rain has begun to trickle down, I am unfazed at this as the pain in my heart thickens. A white light appears before me. “dear little light, it naught trouble you so, for all that you have desired so shall be. You have great love within and fulfillment of all paths in your path complete. Heal and move toward that which lies before you. Her life was all that it was, what was her experience shall not be yours. Your life with her has served its significance and love prevailed. Love as she knew it, she had different way to walk her life. She touched love in a way that you may not understand by your earthly means. She was who she was. She lived how she chose. And you may experience that which means may differ from yourself, for though she bore you, you were not of her, but to be with her as an end to the means of her life. That which you shared in a few hours of the end, shall remain an eternity within her soul… and now your life must move on.”

I hear a ringing which removes me from this light source. A soft touch on my cheek, like a kiss from the heavens. The rain has stopped, the sun shines though. I turn my face upwards towards the sun, feeling its rays warming me, and I reflect on my own motherhood. It is clear to me that without a doubt I have no fear. A touch of a hand upon my face, the light breeze kisses me and I know, in my heart, that all is ok. I am ok. And life is just beautiful. I catch my breath, stand, and set out to begin my day! I welcome the light.

 

 

Ponderings in the Garden

I awaken to the morning sun shining through my window as a new day begins. Muddled through my head are thoughts extenuating from the past few days, paddling through the house, to the kitchen to make coffee. Overwhelmed, as I look to the days before me. Clarity of purpose, or so I thought, has always existed within me. Today, as I make my way to the back garden, never more unsure of my life as I am right now. I take to the solace of my garden, the comfort of the fae have always brought clarity to me. As I sit, balanced on the step, thinking it is time to bring out the patio furniture; I look at the debris scattered all about the garden, feeling much like my life. Each plastic pot, representing one segment of my life that was neatly compiled and tucked away in my life. Accessible and happy. Purpose, friends, thoughts, feelings and most of all, as a mother. Then, one gust of wind blows it all away. My life in a disarray much like the garden. Causing me to rethink every part of what existed to be me, and now, I am no more. At least this is how it feels.

 I close my eyes, to lose my self in the sense my dishevelled surroundings of my life. I hear the soft song of the fae. “Time is running out”. How, how can time be running out? Life was in order, plan and purpose all running smoothly. Direction, clear and concise as to the destiny. You gave me all the signs, the direction was clear. I headed to that which you put before me. What did I do wrong? In one moment, one phone call, one sentence, it all changes. You took it all away. All of it! Left now feeling more confused then I have ever been in this lifetime. Perhaps that is because, I have really failed as a human on this planet. Failed in my role as a parent and a friend. All that defined ‘me’ as me is no more. Everything I thought I was, is no more. ‘It is one thing to be confident,” the fae tell me. “And quite another to be certain, it is necessary to feel confident in order for you to reach absolute certainty within” So, have I really been certain, with no confidence at all? Or confident without being certain.

This brings along thoughts of being a parent. In this time when I thought all was certain, I failed to provide direction and the last thread of my existence begins to frail as she decides she wants to leave. I am depleted. No direction, no future… no life. Who am I really, who have I been… and what will I be. Nothing? Have I failed to provide direction for my daughter in searching for my own direction. All the while, thinking that I was showing her to seek that which in empowered within you. Really, what I have said is chase your dreams, live in the moment, for one day all your work may be for naught??? I have failed and now must let her follow her own path. Perhaps she will be the success I never was.

Friendships they will come and they will go, I am all alone. I have always really only been alone. Reasons, seasons, lifetimes. These are all far and between. Never any certainties there. The road before me seems dark and damp as the storm clouds roll in. It begins to rain. The perfect metaphor of my life at this moment as I get washed away by it all… my rainbow is gone! Will it return?


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   ~ Angelyn

Morning Sun

The birds have begun their morning song in the twilight of the morn. The earth becoming warm, the fresh scent of newness of the flowers as the begin to bud, the grass as it grows. Choirs sing all around me. This morning as the sun rises upon the crest of the earth, my coffee in hand as I sit upon the front step. Breathing in the freshness of the morning, and the light of the new sun as it faces me, shining her light and warmth upon my face. A warm breeze kisses my cheeks with a message of love. Whispering in the dew of the morning. A song of newness and promises of a blissful day.

The morning doves adorn themselves on my front lawn, a pair. Spring has begun, the song of new love and new hope, with it brings promises of new life, new and better days to come, reminding me that as long as there is love in my heart, all things are possible. Not just for me, but for all that believe and have faith to trust in themselves. Trust that with faith and guidance you will be taken to follow the path that is right for you. Believe in yourself and know that soon, life is what it is, what you make of it is how it will turn out.

In this sweet song of life, I feel in my heart as it beats a little faster, I hear the sound of the beats and hear the message of life; there is life and love for all. There is plenty of abundance, reach for yours, know that you deserve to have all that you desire in your life. Know that there is plenty of abundance upon this planet. Find your golden star, it is not too far away from your reach, grasp it and make your dreams come true. If you are honest with your heart, you will know what that is. If you are true to yourself, you will know where to find it. If you believe in yourself, you will make it happen. Then, you will share this knowledge with others, and share the joy that is within you! Find your Joy, its there and you don’t have to look very far!

~ Blessed Be ~ Angelyn

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Morning visitor

I gather my coffee cup in both hands and I head out to the stoop, waiting for the sun to rise, allowing the warmth of the liquid to warm me. I breathe in the brisk morning air into my lungs. My friend the blue jay comes to visit. He perches himself on the barren flower pot, looking for seed. I remain still, so as not to disturb his morning ritual. I close my eyes and listen to the silence. When my friend begins his morning serenade. His soft morning chirps soften in the breeze. And through the melody, I hear the words of my messenger as he speaks solemnly to me; “Times may appear difficult right now in your world, but in the morning light, a new day will appear and with it new life; new hope. Until, day by day, moment by moment what is dark is no more. For all is not as it appears to be. Lick the wounds of life and allow them to heal, for the band aids do not heal, they mask the problems at hand, you must face them. Take off the ‘band aid’ and heal. Listen to your heart.” I felt the love return to my soul. My feathered messenger then flew away. I open my eyes as the sun begins to crest the horizon, beaming brightly. Shining down upon me. She awakens to the new day. Softly melting the dew from all that has been blanketed the night before. And with her bright light brings new hope for today is indeed a new day. And life begins once again. ~ Blessings ~ Angelyn

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Life in the Garden

Good Morning my dear one, as we sit at in the garden this morning, sunbeams shine gloriously down upon the remnants of what was, soon to be filled with the life of what will be once again. The air is crisp and still quite cool this March morning. The brownness of the raw earth, begins to shine in the light. Soon the grass will be a carpet of emerald green. The buds of spring are grouped and dotted along your path, showing the newness of spring as many early flowers begin to bloom. Soon they will be a rainbow of colour, meticulously planted just as you like them to be. There is a fresh new light dawning in all life surrounding you, just as the earth awakens to its fresh new beginnings. Look within your heart and you will see the newness of life opening up there as well. As mother earth awakens from hibernation, all life awakens with the fresh scent of spring. There is a lift in your step and a brightness in your eyes this day as we talk about what is to come. Like the garden births new life into nature, your heart births new life into you with each beat.

A rabbit has come into the garden, she sits, quiet and still, looking at us, her belly full of life ready to be born. The first robin stoops down, looking for scraps to pad her nest for the life to within her begins to grow in her belly. Life has begun anew, and we will once again rejoice. A shedding and reaping of the old, letting go, of all the old hurts of wounds; the past opening up to be forgiven within you so that you may accept with joy all that will come to you this spring.

Joy and Love are needed in all things to allow them to grow, without them life would be bare and lonely. Just as the garden that is left unattended it soon becomes desolate and bare. My friend, don’t let life become quiet, and lonely. Fill your life with love bring in joy and new life. Take charge and plant the seeds so that your life will begin anew. Tend to the garden in your heart just as you do your plants. Fill others with the prescience of all that is, and all as it should be. I see hope as it shines in your eyes telling all those who will see it, that there is glory to be had in all that exists in life and the universe. In the depths of all uncertainty, the garden will still bloom, the creatures will still visit and scurry about, oblivious to the perils that crest upon you. Learn the life in your garden. Bloom from the love in your heart.

All that will be, will be… and you are still loved. You are still life, you, still exist as a spiritual being on this planet, and I love you, just as you are. ~ AA Radzekiel ~


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Twilight Fae…

In the moments before the dawning of the morning sky, everything around me is peaceful and quiet. The sky still deepened from the night. The air crisp, and cool. I see a faint blanket of frost has covered the ground, waiting for the warmth of spring for life to begin. I Sit here in the garden, cup of coffee in hand, as I ponder over they day, making plans. The birds have not begun their morning choir as yet, filling the air with their sweet sounds. Deep in thought, the twilight fae have captured me and I am in their spell. I am mesmerized. Taken away to a far off place; in my own backyard. I Listen to my heart, the soft beat, the rushing pulse of life throughout my body. It is then that I hear a soft cry. Just over there in the corner, under the lilac bush that is still sleeping dormant from its winter slumber. I see the shadow of a small girl. Her face cannot be seen, only her eyes. It is in those eyes that I feel her pain; her suffering, and her sorrow. And I recognize this all too clearly, for deep within the burrows of my own heart, this is the shadow of a little girl, who was me. She is awakening in me, the pain within my heart. I reach for her hand and she allows me into her private place. I sit beside her, and wrap my arms around her. Not a word is spoken, yet I hear the message all too clearly. She wants to be set free. She wants to fly with the angels in heaven. To be unconditionally loved and happy. I agree, it is time. I close my eyes to the memories that lie within my heart, and I call to the angels to come rescue this little child so that she may be free. One by one, I set them free so that life may continue on. I set her free, into the rainbow of life the angels take her, across the bridge to heaven, where all will be transmuted, transposed and transformed. I watch her cross into the rainbow and my heart is lifted, I am free. I close my eyes and touch the joy that lies within. My heart rejoices in a serenade of song as the morning doves begin their choir. The day has begin. I open my eyes, the sun is cresting the horizon… and I smile.

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Message of Light

Dear Ones, As the world, and your life around you starts to become somewhat disenchanting, and you feel overwhelmed in the darkness of the night. Wait, hold on to all that you truly believe in deep within your heart, and you will see, that as the dawn approaches, there is a moment when things seem to be the darkest. That moment is your moment of truth. This moment in time is when all will be revealed to you. Are you listening, are you feeling in your heart? As the dawn approaches, I can see the light in your eyes, the glimmer of hope that you cannot see, but you will feel. At that moment it is when you will see the sun crest upon the earth and begin to rise, this is the magikal moment of your own reality. When the truth truly belongs to you. Do not be disenchanted for you are a wondrous essence of all that exists in your reality, you are love, light, and all that is joy. Enlightenment is the key to all that worries you, all that shadows you. You are the shadow hiding from your own light. In the light of the morning, go within and let your true light shine. You are beautiful and perfect, and I love you! ~ AA Radzekiel


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Morning dance with the Fae

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This morning as I sit in my garden, silently in the dark upon my white bench, facing the remnants of last years garden, The rain pouring down upon my shoulders, cleansing the earth, the plants, and me. I lift my face to the sky allowing the rain to wash and cleanse my soul. After awhile, the sun peaks above the crest of the earth, her light beginning to shine on the day. Also cleansing, the soul of the earth. I hear above in the trees a rustling as the squirrels scuttle about, Alas, the chirp of the first bird of spring. I smile.

Silently, I call to the fae and hear the tiny tinkling of bells in the far corner. Giggling in a game of hide and seek. I see them dance around the garden in the rain. Singing their songs of spring. I close my eyes, and I am transformed. Two inches high, and dancing around the roses, holding hands as beams of light extend from my heart, the hearts of all the fae in this ritual song, sending love to the plants awakening them from the deep slumber of winters hibernation. One by one, to each of the plants in my garden, the rosemary, with her fragrant scent, onto the lovely lavender, her aroma fills the damp air. Our dance continues through the thyme and all the delicate herbs. We sing and dance and praise the Goddess for her goodness, her love and all her magick.

Whispers in the wind, and someone calls my name, I am transformed once again to the bench, I open my eyes. The rain pouring down harder now, and I realize that I am soaked to the skin. I laugh out loud, and retreat to the warmth of my home, and get into some dry clothes… Silently, I stand at the window. Hot cocoa in my hand, “Have a beautiful day, my little fae. Be safe, be warm, and may your magick always be apart of my life”, “ I will always cherish, and honour your presence in my life, and thank you for bringing the beautiful colours and fragrances in my life” Blessed Be!

 I turn, and the day begins.

 

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Across the Kitchen Table

friends_and_coffee1This morning, as we sit across the kitchen table, apologies aside of how long it has been since our last visit. I look out the window at the fresh fallen snow, the sun beams brightly down from the blue sky and there is rebirth that lies underneath the fresh fallen snow, waiting to come alive. I reach across the table and take your hand, it trembles slightly as I look into your tear filled eyes, I feel your grief. Your heart so full of love has only been deflated just a little, I still feel the joy that resides behind your eyes. I see over your right shoulder, a visitor who has just come in. Archangel Raphael in all his wonderful glory, has come to visit and he places his healing hands on your heart.

He says… “All is not lost. There is still lots of Love for you to give. Feel them all around your home, the loyalty and compassion of your lost children, as they fill your home with love. There will be more to come. Many that need your heart. Be strong little child for I will always be in your heart, I will heal the hurt you feel so that you may open to the children that need to be with you. Your ‘furry’ children as you affectionately refer to them, are waiting for you, the new ones to come. Little one, your services are still needed. Pick up your heart for I will hold it for you, open your home to love & joy. You are wonderful and a blessing.”

As these words fill your heart, the room fills with enormous green light, healing light. I see a pink light as it enters into your heart, filling you with love and giving you the strength that you need. Gently, I pull my hand away… and I gaze out the window, towards the garden gate, your reach for the plate of cookies, I reach for the cream. You look to me with hope and appreciation in your eyes, I am grateful to be able to share this moment with you my loving friend. Perhaps we will do it again soon. The cookies are exceptionally yummy and warm this morning. There is nothing more comforting than two friends who’s hearts come together to share. Next time, tea in the garden?

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Buds of Spring

rose-gardenThe first buds of spring beckon to be called forth, wanting all who will see them to see them in all their glory. Giving hope to new life after a long and arduous winter. Showing me that life always renews itself with each day, each moment and that we all have a chance to shed the old to be re-birthed. Each day is a new spring in the garden of life. Your garden of life. What things in your life are you giving a renewal? What signs of hope do you see with each new day? Revitalization of life is essential for new life to begin. Divine source gives us with each passing year; each passing day; each passing season and each passing day, the chance to start again. The Divine source begins deep within your hear. Each season; each reason bring with it a new leaf on our personal tree of life. Awaken to your new life. Rejoice and embrace the moment. Knowing that in the garden of love, your heart is the new bud blossoming. What colour; what fragrance; what essence are you today in your garden? Today, I am the Rose, and my gift to you is love. The eternal love of the rose is delicate yet protecting. Towering for all to see. Its beauty breath taking, and its colour rich in hue for those to see. Her fragrance as it touches the tip of your nose dances with the delicate olfactory system sending messages to your brain. A euphoric state of mind, calming, peaceful and Loving friendship. The hardiness of her stems, waiting silently for the first signs of spring…

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MindFul Meditaion

What does MinDFul Meditation mean to you?? Is it an act of learning to de-stress yourself? Your Life? …. Does it mean learning to become a relaxed person ALL the time?
Not just after you’ve meditated.

When you start your day with some Peaceful Meditation you feel good; even fabulous! I know I certainly do… but what happens when something stressful happens throughout your day. Some unforeseen event. Or a confrontational person crosses your path. Usually, the ‘fight-or-flight’ response kicks in… right? And you go into automatic defense mode. Which is the natural human condition. What if I told you that you that even though you can’t change what happens in your day; you CAN change and be in control of how you respond… its true; you can!!!

The Art of living in Peace; with oneself is to learn how to become one with Body, Mind and Spirit. This, is to be in complete alignment with OneSelf.

Mindfulness and the alignment with self is to teach your Spirit to become the observer.  Silently contemplating; watching the mind; your mind, as it works. Your thoughts as they flow. Some flow effortlessly, others with deep anticipation; without attachment. And as you become more mindful, you develop a sense of objectivity about both your emotions as well as your thoughts.

Through repetition one can actually quiet the flow of ones thoughts; the conscious mind begins to relax, and stress is releases. Something that; with practice, can be done throughout the course of ones regular day.

Did you know:
“The actual Act of Meditation is; in of itself, more important that the length of time
spent meditation?”  ~ its true. You can achieve so much in five minutes as you can in an hour. Like sleep sometimes. A 5 min ‘cat-nap’ can be more effectual as a 2 hour nap.

Aside for Stress; Meditation can be used to enable one to keep in touch with your inner, most desires and needs. More over; meditiation is to communicate with oneself. More answers are retrieved when one goes into the ones center; a place of Peace, calm, & tranquility, even when you are stressed on the outside.

What will it take for you to learn this practice, and keep your life manageable?

Gratitude; felt from the Heart

Gratitude within us

Very often in life do we ever realize what we have until it is gone.. People, places or even things. We have them, they are part of us, and they are gone. While many of us don’t realize this, but it can feel like a lifetime has passed and one thing in our life will trigger the response. Will this do it; likely not. But if we are conscientious about it, we will.

Much like the traits we inherit from our heritage; the inconspicuous nose on our face, wide set eyes, hair that is too thick, or too curly… but what about the wonderful traits we possess, not just the deep blue eyes, or the beautifully hair, I’m talking about the kindness inherent within us; the integrity. Are these possessions that are passed down too?

I have always found myself to be a giver, something that comes naturally to me, sometimes to a fault. This is something that both my parents portrayed without even thinking about it. I saw the smile on my mother’s face when she would give a batch of homemade cookies to the neighbouring children, as if it were something she did for herself, not for them. Perhaps this was one of the small joys she got from her life.

I have been learning what it feels like to be the receiver of these small unbelievable acts of kindness. I was given the gift of a plant. A weed actually, yes, a weed, but not just any weed. It was a weed that has meaning to me.

I had never heard of “Herb Robert” . As the giver of this gift spoke, she talked about how this plant is indigenous to the area and how she learned that it can be used as a poultice  for bruising. Upon gifting me with two wee pots of this herb, she also handed me a  description of this plant, so I could read about all the uses of this herb and how it grows.

I was grateful at her token.

It wasn’t until I read the first line of the copy that I truly understood how grateful I really was.  She had handed me a ‘magical herb’… The first line I read was “Common name: Dragons Blood,…”  Wow, did she truly understand the power of what she had given me? OR how much I would really appreciate this gift. Perhaps she did? And it was at that moment that my heart skipped a beat, and elation filled my body.

The question remains; did “I” truly understand my Gratitude for this gesture? Probably not at that very moment; I most certainly do now. This is a plant that I didn’t know existed in this area. I have seen the written words in my magic books, to be honest, I didn’t really know it was a plant. Now, I had this in my hands. And I will treasure it for always…

It feels so good to be on the receiving end; I wonder if my mother ever had the chance in her wondrous life to be there, to feel the way I feel at this very moment. I certainly hope she did!

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Write a Blog?

Start a blog. . . hmm . . . a wee bit more difficult that it first appears!
I  guess the best place to start is with something that you are passionate about . . . I have joined a few blogs to help me get some idea of where to start. . . and where has that led me? More questions.. . . but what has been consistent is that all bloggers will tell you to write about something you are passionate about!

Passionate about? . . . that my friends is many things . . . well, I love to write. . . and I love so many things in my life! So, when I actually took the time to sit down and think about all of it, it all boils down to one thing . . I love to help people!!! I love to heal; physical healing, spiritual healing, emotional healing. Healing with words, healing with laughter; haling with LoVe . . . ALL healing should come from a place of love!

Whether I am doing psychic readings, healings, teaching… or just making people feel great about life; laughing about the obvious … its all about helping someone;healing – on some level. So, I hope this blog helps YOU!

Tying in what I love, with my love for writing should be easy, right. . write!?  .. lol .

Blessed 2017; New Year, New ME!

On this first day of a new year… 2017; a day filled with so much promise of a better year.  Out with the old and in with the new! I leave behind me an array of disappointments, disillusion, and broken promises, and lost friendships; I know in my heart it was all leading up to a better future.  Today, is the first day of that future.

I’m not one for making ‘resolutions’,  I believe that they are just the opening for a series of let downs. Or are they really? Isn’t it said that when a door closes another opens? I believe that when something  in your life doesn’t go as planned, it’s because the Universe has other things in mind for you.

“If things don’t work out it in the end; it’s not the end.”
We are faced with a new year; new beginnings, and new opportunities. I love it!!!

This is the year I promise myself that I will work harder, and more diligently. I promise myself that I will look toward the days to come for those opportunities. It will begin with the reawakening of my blog.  I have new visions for it. To use it not just to tell stories, but to teach and to inspire others.

I promise this to myself; the beginning of MY bucket list. Not a list of things to do in my lifetime; a list of things to do in 2017. This will be my bucket list. I will not stress over this, for what doesn’t get done, will spill over to the next .. the next week; next month and next year!

You can do this too… why not try.. Life is meant to be lived; be exciting, and the only way to do that is to inspire yourself at the end of each day. .

I feel that if I have, at least, aspired to myself, then I am a success. If not, I have tomorrow to try it all over again.

It  is so important to journal, I think this year I would like to try my attempt to start a ‘bullet journal’ it looks like so much fun and a great way to open to your creative side. We all have one, we just have to transpire to it. But if this is not for you,  then just begin a regular journal. Something to get your thoughts and ideas down on paper. For THAT is where it all begins!

My biggest lesson this year is not working on my journal in 2016. If you don’t write it down, how can you make it happen?  So this year, I am going to at least make an effort to try something. After all, when you write things down they manifest so much more quickly.

Start with a simple thought each day; something you are grateful for. Each morning start by asking for the day to be for your greatest and highest good; end your day with a prayer, or affirmation of Gratitude.  “I am grateful for….”

If your still not keen on the journal idea; get a jar. Simply label the jar “2017“;  At the end of each day write one thing you are grateful for; one positive thing that happened in your day, and put the slip of paper in the jar.  Then 364 days from today; new years eve, Read them. Read your journal; and see how wonderful your year really was!!

Today I start my journal with the fact that “I am Grateful for the freshness of this day to create a wonderful year ahead. To see all the good that lay before me. To LIVE life!!” ~ Okay, maybe that’s three things; or maybe not…..  What will you do to make this year the best year ever?

If you are new and the concept of Bullet Journaling, here is a list of ‘some’ ideas for your pages, I don’t plan on using them all, but Ill have FUN trying:

  1. A yearly calendar
    2. Birthday List
    3. Yearly Resolutions/Goals
    4. Reading Goals
    5. Reading Statistics (author gender, nationality, genre etc)
    6. A to-be-read list (TBR)
    7. Monthly Favourites
    8. Memories of the month
    9. Savings Tracker
    10. Fitness Tracker
    11. Wish list
    12. Weekly Spreads
    13. Monthly Spreads
    14. Daily Task Lists
    15. Brain Dump
    16. Revision Schedule
    17. Important Dates
    18. Travel Bucket List
    19. Travel Itinerary
    20. Favourite Quotes
    21. Headers and Banners (practice!)
    22. Recipes
    23. Book Reviews
    24. Blog Post Ideas
    25. Blog Stats Tracker
    26. Shopping Lists
    27. Meal Planner
    28. Monthly Finance Tracker
    29. Project Ideas
    30. Films to watch
    31. Spending Log
    32. To Buy: Items to purchase for a project
    33. Interior Ideas – I have one that has ideas for a gallery wall in our bedroom
    34. Boredom Buster List
    35. Mummy Me Time List
    36. Routines
    37. Major Life Events for the year
    38. Monthly Bucket List
    39. Netflix shows to watch/favourites
    40. An about you page – interests, hobbies, loves.
    41. Twitter Chat Schedule
    42. Gift Ideas
    43. 5 Year Plan
    44. Favourite YouTubers
    45. Favourite Books
    46. Waiting on List
    47. Book Club Picks
    48. Baby/Toddler Development Milestones
    49. Deadline List
    50. Advice (to others, or yourself)

Have FuN!  Have a WONDERFUL and ProSperOUs New Year… and I hope to see you in my travels … join me on this Journey… for you don’t know where you’ll end up if you don’t try . . . BleSSed BE!

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A letter to My daughter….

As I sit back in this moment in time, I remember… many years ago, the anticipating your arrival… now… 25 years later here you are awaiting in anticipation your first arrival… I look at you with such pride in my heart, and tears in my eyes. Tears of both happiness, and sadness. This is not of a sadness of pain, or heartache, but one of life’s changing and moving on…

 
There, within me, creeps up an emotion, and the elation of your little boy. My first grand child/grandson. And how much I love him unconditionally with my whole being. And as the time gets closer. My heart races a little bit faster. My ‘little big man’ … as I know that no love will ever replace the love of his mother. The happiness sparkles in your eyes, and your laughter rings in my ears. I know that my greatest wish has come true, and you have found happiness in your life which contained great sadness and grief in your young years.My heart bounces through the years of your little face, through the years, and I see how beautiful you are now. How beautiful your soul is and it radiates in your face, and within your whole being. If there was ever a time when you couldn’t be more beautiful, or mor gracious, I only need to look at your sweet face each passing day. And, as one more day brings you closer to meeting the little person within you who will soon become the great love of your life. ❤

I have never known the feeling of true love in my heart till I met you my darling little girl. You are the most precious thing in my life, as I know your little man will be the most precious in yours.

Love unfolds within the heart, and the life as you once knew it to be, changes and grows as love enters into your heart. A love you never anticipated, and suddenly the path you thought you were on, the direction you thought you were once headed in…. takes a turn and you find yourself on the most amazing journey that you have ever experienced in your life. A journey you never thought you’d ever have the joy of anticipating. Colours are brighter, smells are sweeter. And there is this new song in your heart. ❤

With every sweetness, must come the sour; good days and bad days. One day, you look back at these moments and know that every one of them is truly a blessing; one that you will never change. Although you may want it to now, but the sours soon will become the sweet, as they become the stories that you too will share with your children and grandchildren as they journey down this road too some day …. and your heart will swell with every passing moment of time.

To say that I love you more each day is an understatement. To say that I am more proud of you with each passing moment; I know this too will change, as I look at you this feeling grows more within my own self, each and everyday, as I look on, watching as you guide and protect your little brood; family.

 
Know that you are not alone on this journey. There is so much love within your new family; so much caring and giving. So much more than I could ever afford you in your childhood. You are blessed in this respect as well. As I learn each day, the respect that you have earned amongst the lives that you have touched in your 25 years, my pride wells up in my soul. For you are my hero; you are my blessing from God. For you do have a distinct purpose here on this earth, although you may not see it now, I do. This too will change as you hold the hand of your love and walk your path together. One day, you will see the sparkles you have left on the path behind you… and you will be somebody’s rainbow… but until then, revel in the life that lies before you. And when your little man looks up at you with the sparkle in his eyes, know that he knows no other love than you…. Children are always part of us, they grow under our hearts, and when they take hold of your hand, and look up at you for the first time, they steal that heart away from you forever. Grand-children have a special kind of love in a grandparents heart as they are part of the child who stole our heart; love does not split… it just grows and grows.

 
I love you my little princess…. as you grew into this young woman, and beautiful mother… you are still my little princess with the Pink in her room. and the innocence in her heart… Blessings of love I betow upon you forever ❤ ..
love you for ever… Mummie xoBlessings from the Light,

Angelyn Joy
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Morning Dance with the Fae

 

This morning as I sit in my garden, silently in the dark upon my white bench, facing the remnants of last years gardenfae-in-the-woods2, The rain pouring down upon my shoulders, cleansing the earth, the plants, and me. I lift my face to the sky allowing the rain to wash and cleanse my soul. After awhile, the sun peaks above the crest of the earth, her light beginning to shine on the day. Also cleansing, the soul of the earth. I hear above in the trees a rustling as the squirrels scuttle about, Alas, the chirp of the first bird of spring. I smile.

Silently, I call to the fae and hear the tiny tinkling of bells in the far corner. Giggling in a game of hide and seek. I see them dance around the garden in the rain. Singing their songs of spring. I close my eyes, and I am transformed. Two inches high, and dancing around the roses, holding hands as beams of light extend from my heart, the hearts of all the fae in this ritual song, sending love to the plants awakening them from the deep slumber of winters hibernation. One by one, to each of the plants in my garden, the rosemary, with her fragrant scent, onto the lovely lavender, her aroma fills the damp air. Our dance continues through the thyme and all the delicate herbs. We sing and dance and praise the Goddess for her goodness, her love and all her magick.

Whispers in the wind, and someone calls my name, I am transformed once again to the bench, I open my eyes. The rain pouring down harder now, and I realize that I am soaked to the skin. I laugh out loud, and retreat to the warmth of my home, and get into some dry clothes… Silently, I stand at the window. Hot cocoa in my hand, “Have a beautiful day, my little fae. Be safe, be warm, and may your magick always be apart of my life”, “ I will always cherish, and honour your presence in my life, and thank you for bringing the beautiful colours and fragrances in my life” Blessed Be!

I turn, and the day begins.