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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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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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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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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Fall in the Garden

Today I sit in the coolness of the Autumn weather; the moon still out in the sky, full and round, her light shining brightly down upon me… As I inhale the crispness of life into my lungs, I feel refreshed; anew.  I take a sip of the hot coffee in my mug, warm and flavourful.

My thoughts focus on all of those who have asked for love and guidance, and I call to all the Angels to shed their light upon them until they are ready to recieve. Sending love, and healing to all those in need. All those worn by the year that has quickly passed before us.  Some will light, some will fade.

The garden herself looks tired and worn from the dryness of the summer.  I smell the faint scent of the lavender & rosmary as it still lingers. I am reminded of the shortness of life, and how we all run our cycles, each day, each month, each year.  I am reminded to go within and become one with the pureness of the soul.  The essence of who I really am.  Suddenly, nothing else matters.

The fae have come to ‘pop’ their heads from among the thyme, there songs is happy and light.  Life is short, I ponder; what am I doing with mine.  Am I truly reaching my fullest potentail of all that is, and all that should be?  So much still I want to do, to say. Many yet to hear. And yet at this moment, frustrated, it is all that I have; frustrated from the restrictions of real time, real expectations; yet reminded there is still time.  And so much to do.

I feel a hand upon my shoulder, look up and there, in all her glory, a light.  Shining so brightly, so purely… and I know this is for me.  Once again I am assured of time and space, brought back into the garden in all its glory of fall colours,  beauty.  I smile, and I know its time to begin the day.

Thankyou for visiting with me in my garden…  Angelyn

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