Never, never settle for less because you are worth so much more! We get caught up in who other people think we should be and we forget just how awesome we are.
After having a long conversation with a high school friend’s son and listening to him talk about the traumatic time he had growing up it made me angry. It made me sad. It made me cry.
I listened to his stories, I felt his pain. He is caught up in what others think he should be and he has forgot just how awesome he is. I reminded him of that! He is on a quest to rewrite his story. I encouraged him to pick up the pieces and rearrange them to what was a good fit for him and the pieces that are just to toxic to keep discard them with kindness – this is called forgiveness. Not for them but for him. He just needed a neutral ear – someone that would listen without judgment.
He was raised to keep secrets – “The things we don’t talk about and keeping family secrets”. I am grateful that that he trusted me enough to speak his truth.
My Goddess stone altar. It’s simplicity is what drew me to her. The small necklace with the sun. Her altar with the four colored stones for the four elements Earth, Air, Water, and Fire and the sage stick.
This is located on a bookshelf just left of my computer. I often stop and look at her and give thanks for my existence. There is so many blessings in my life, minute, small, medium and large – each one important in it’s own way. We sometimes forget to give thanks for the little blessing and only concentrate on the larger ones.
I am grateful for the duality in life. The good and the bad. The light and the dark. The female and the male. The ups and the downs. For you see if we did not have an opposite then we would have nothing to compare our experiences to. The key is to observe, learn, grow, but not judge. There are lessons to learn to help us mature. Sometimes being knocked down a peg or two when we get to self absorbed / proud / pig headed.
Be open to change!
Broken Heart ©
By Terry Moore
My heart is broken
My tears just a token
Lover, parent, friend or child
No guarantee about no exile
If it was meant to be
There would be no absentee
Can’t make them love you
This statement is so true
Let them go with kindness
Show your ferocity and fineness
The heart can heal when broken
When words of kindness are spoken
This poem is for whomever holds that special place in your heart.
Let Me Count The Ways ©
By Terry Moore
For a sister, a brother, a lover, a friend
Our friendship will never end
I love you so let me count the ways
You laugh when we are together always
You sometimes make fun of me
It makes me laugh please see
When I am scared you hold my hand
You let me sit while you stand
You are there for me – thick and thin
When I am sad you make me grin
You are there for me and me for you
Our love keeps our hearts anew ♥
“It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses – and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a ranging monster. ~Carl Jung, “On the Psychology of the Unconscious.”
On the other hand, the Shadow Self is an archetype that forms part of the unconscious mind and is composed of repressed ideas, instincts, impulses, weaknesses, desires, perversions and embarrassing fears. This archetype is often described as the darker side of the psyche, representing wildness, chaos and the unknown. Jung believed that these latent dispositions are present in all of us, in many instances forming a strong source of creative energy.
We are all born pure, like blank canvases. But at some point during our childhood development, we learn knowledge that teaches us to separate things into good and evil. The moment we eat from this tree of knowledge, our shadows are born and we begin to divide ourselves. Furthermore, in our cultural ‘socialization’ process, we begin to sort out those traits within us that are acceptable in society, and those unacceptable traits that aren’t (which are later hidden away). As Jung said:
What we call civilized consciousness has steadily separated itself from the basic instincts. But these instincts have not disappeared. They have merely lost their contact with our consciousness and are thus forced to assert themselves in an indirect fashion. This may be by means of physical symptoms in the case of a neurosis, or by means of incidents of various kinds, or by unaccountable moods, unexpected forgetfulness, or mistakes in in speech… modern man protects himself against seeing his own split state by a system of compartments. Certain areas of outer life and of his own behavior are kept, as it were, in separate drawers and are never confronted with one another.
I have known all along the benefits of gratitude and those of you that know me are aware of my many art journals with much display of gratitude found within. It is an amazing journey to be able to do what I love (artwork) and add gratitude journaling to the mix.
There are many benefits of journaling and I will share just a few here:
- Reduces stress
- Increases focus
- Allows you to re-experience the past with today’s adult mind
- Balance and harmonizes
- Builds self-confidence
- Acts as your own counselor
- Brings out natural beauty and wisdom
- Helps identify your values
- Aids in connecting cause and effect
- Awakens the inner voice
- Directs intention and discernment
I love to journal and I get excited about adding my artwork to each page. For the past couple of years I have sat down with a nice glass of wine on New Year’s Eve and viewed my journaling for the past year. I reflect on the learning and growth I have done during the year. Many times I get a Ah Ha moment. It’s all good.
Purification with sage before entering the sacred circle.
Waiting for ceremony to begin
Element of Air (each elemental station has altar setup with appropriate corresponding colors.
Element of Water. I just love the blue colors.
Burning of the Yule log.
Gathering for the Maypole dance. The kids love this.
Potluck to follow ritual. Good food, good company, and good conversations.
I attended this event and truly enjoyed myself. It is not SBS however they do things similar to how we do rituals. It is always nice to network, attend, and experience how other groups do their holiday celebrations.