Posts Tagged ‘inspirational’

I am A Full Woman

From the wonderful blog, “Beyond Meds”

I love this video! Beautiful images!

Everything Matters

Beautiful and haunting in a really good way. A celebration of the lives of women everywhere. 

from youtube:

Over the past 45 years photographer Linda Wolf has lived and traveled world-wide collecting portraits of women. Her work celebrates the inherent dignity of all women—inclusive of culture, race, color, shape, size, age, religious affiliation, spiritual belief, sexual orientation, abilities, and life experience. Her images celebrate the strengths that make each woman a full woman—to be valued and respected simply as women: resilience, heart, wisdom, intelligence, compassion, experience, intuition, beauty, love. Mostly contemporary, the images were taken in China, Thailand, India, Mexico, Guatemala, the USA, Europe, Africa, Iran, and Israel/Palestine.

“Full Woman,” the song that inspired this video, was graciously donated for use by the composer, Rachel Bagby. For more info about the dream that gave birth to “Full Woman” go to

This video was produced, directed, photographed, and edited…

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Honoring our Earth Mother (from Dreamwalker’s blog)

With Sincere Gratitude to Sue Dreamwalker for her generosity in allowing me to share this post from her blog.

From Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary:  

A Special Goodnight for all Mothers.


By sending your thoughts out into the ethers, you send out your intent, and you draw to you that which you need, and that which will sustain you.

I send you all a special Goodnight, and wish all of you Mother’s Out their a Happy Mother’s Day on Sunday 3rd April here in the U.K.

I will let my daughters words speak for themselves..

Our Great Mother

Mother’s Day

On Sunday 3rd of April it is Mothering Sunday in the UK. On this day we will show our love, gratitude, appreciation and healing to our Mothers. It is also a day when we should show the same qualities and expression to our true Mother. Mother Earth. If we don’t share the same feelings for both then we have a problem.

For Mother Earth gives to us total unconditional love, to us her children, just like your own birth mother should do.

Let’s think about this for a moment. How often is our blessed Mother Earth overlooked and taken so much for granted, and yet she provides us with so so much.

Air to breathe, the food we eat, water to drink. Everything we need to sustain our life on this planet. Mother Earth needs your healing now; she is sick and has been overlooked for too long.

We have made her sick and it’s time we took responsibility for this, can you imagine making your own Mother ill by poisoning her, beating her. It sounds very harsh but this is the reality of the situation.

Mother Earth is moving into a more beautiful state of being just like we are and she will rid herself of everything that stops her from achieving this,just like what we are doing in our own lives.

Send her healing today and everyday, let everyday be Mother’s Day!! Send healing to our beautiful Mother’s!

Take a moment each day to be in gratitude for what Mother Earth provides us with, Feel it in your heart. The air we breathe, the water we drink, the plants and vegetables we grow and eat to sustain our life. The elements Earth, Air, Water and Fire for without these we couldn’t survive! The animals that teach us so many lessons and give us so much joy! The trees that offer us shelter, protection, healing and wisdom. The Great Sun for her warmth and light, and the Moon for its rhythms and cycles. The beautiful mountains and also our dear brothers and sisters sharing this special time here on Mother Earth…the list goes on and on!

Then send your love and healing to Mother Earth in which ever way suits you best. Reiki, Seichem, Spiritual Healing, Prayer, visualisation, meditation, drumming, chanting and singing again the list goes on and on! We are the co-creators of this planet so let’s get to it and help our Mother!

Please feel free to share this message

With lots of love and Blessings Julia XxX

If you are not familiar with Little Grandmother  check out her videos on youtube and visit her website

Thank you again Dreamwalker for offering this as a gift.

A part of me remains the same

watch cow.

Image by tobym via Flickr

A part of me will always be the same.

“That haircut makes you look more like your old self,” my mother remarked.  My oldest sister agreed in her rather pleasing and generally consistent neutral way.   “You know, back when…”  Mother smiled remembering the past.   She spoke briefly to how I used to look.

“Actually, that was the young me,” I said, “and this is the old me.”

We laughed.  I like it when my family and I laugh together.  Being able to have a sense of humor and fun was always a part of my family experience growing up, which I believe was our saving grace and most likely still is.

Mother and I had gone out to eat and shopped at a thrift store for nearly two hours before we got to my sister’s house.  I couldn’t believe I was able to walk around a store that long.  I did start to hurt but took my medication and felt fine.  My mother was hurting by that time too, only she didn’t have medication.  She endures chronic pain.

Sometimes I feel a little guilty for having better medical care and treatment than my family members have, but then I feel a little guilty over just about everything in life.

Mother bought me little things at the large thrift store, which she clearly enjoyed.  I found a stunning little wood carving of a bird, along with a couple of unique handmade Halloween crafts.  I spent most of my time browsing the coats.  I found my son a lined corduroy one in perfect condition and myself a truly classic thrift shop gem.

unintentional designs and natural flaws

“Well.” my mother remarked with a mild reservation.

She looked at the coat I’d found with her eyebrows raised but a smile on her face adding,  “It’ll sure fit in where you live,” which is true.

My favorite part is the soft furry lining, but I do like clothes with a little creative touch or character.  My family knows this about me.

It’s good to have people who know little things about you.

Arriving at my mother’s house earlier that morning had been pleasant.  The windows were open letting in a breeze too cool for my arms, but it was quite refreshing and in more ways than one.  Before she moved to the country she seemed afraid of the outdoors.  She’s always said she didn’t want her windows open because,  “somebody could just stick their arm inside, reach in and grab her.”

Her backyard is a cow and horse pasture.  The absence of city noise and lights, with a view of rolling hills evokes in me a fantasy of sitting outside, watching cows, (which is good for the soul) and writing a novel.  watching cows is good for the soul

Mother was playing soothing, albeit country, music when I arrived.  I love it when I hear my mom listen to music.

I absolutely love it.

It reminds me of, “back when.”

The day was perfect for a family visit.  The recent rains made way for a clear blue sky and interesting sounds.  The most surprising part of the day was that I didn’t get fatigued.  The best part was sitting on my sister’s deck and visiting.  No rush, no running around, just sitting and talking.  It was a time I hope to recall in the future.

“Did you hear that woodpecker?” my sister asked.

I did but I don’t think my mother heard it.  She worked in a cotton mill for many years and says the noise from those large weaving machines impaired her hearing.  “I didn’t like wearing those ear plugs,” she’ll say.  “They just didn’t feel good.”  I imagine they didn’t look good either and my mother did enjoy looking her best, even while weaving.

I wondered about my sister when she pointed out the sound of that woodpecker.  Not that she doesn’t appreciate her yard and those trees.  I know she does, but she’s usually busy either cleaning her house or getting ready to go some place.   Sadly, she’s in pain and has been for longer than I think I could tolerate without treatment.    She’s preparing for a hip-replacement in a few weeks.

I’ve talked to her over the phone but seeing her slowly limping around struck me differently. Her lameness broke my heart.

Was it pain, I wondered, that beckoned her to listen to the peace of nature in the first days of the falling leaves.

My sister has worked every working day since she was 15 and got her working permit.  She and my other sister, who are only eleven months apart, used to earn money cleaning people’s houses when they were adolescents.

“You’re too young,” I was told whenever I asked to help.  That never changed, which one of my sisters seemed to resent, but this was not something I could help.

One time after pleading with my mother I was allowed to go with my sisters to clean a house.  I was around ten years old.  I stood between them while they washed dishes.  I knew they were basically tolerating me.   I got to pass the dishes from one who was washing and the other who was rinsing.

I dropped a fork and it stabbed my right toe.  I remember them saying not to tell the owners of the house and talking about the blood stains.  I never got to help them again.

I didn’t learn the same things my sisters did.  One learned how to sew.  The other learned how to run a riding lawn mower and finally a tractor.   I learned to ride a ten-speed bicycle.

The day was perfect for a family visit.  The leaves are falling.  The season is changing.  Our differences and shadows from the past didn’t matter.

A part of me remains the same.