Poetry ~ Gratitude

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GRATITUDE

G – Generosity of spirit manifesting in each moment, with each inhalation

R- Resilience in the face of darkness, supporting me through many a storm

A- Ability to share myself through writing, teaching, healing, BEING

T- Twinkle of light in a child’s eyes, the sunset, my heart

I – Inspiration that never ceases to amaze me and warm my soul

T- Treasures that unfold effortlessly and in a multitude of forms

U- Unconditional love , from Dexter, family of choice, my friends near and far

D-Dreams manifesting mysteriously and magnificently, especially here at WordPress

E- Eternal miracles, just waiting to be discovered, right under my nose

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holy-day. Maybe that’s because it arrives so close to my Midheaven, or perhaps it’s my mother’s incredible stuffing. Then again it could be the ability to include anyone you want at the table, without the pressure of gifts or material constraints.  Less hype, more substance.

I personally am not a fan of holidays in general. The Quakers were right in saying that every day is holy. It can be if we choose to live and love in each moment. What makes Thanksgiving sacred to me is the idea of a tribal feasting and gratitude practice. Frankly there have been some years where I had difficulty reciting my blessings round the dinner table. Life has not always been kind or simple. Tomorrow it will difficult for my family to shut me up when it is my turn to share my blessings. With tears in my eyes and a glow in my heart, I am so aware what a remarkable year this has been! No, it has not been without challenges, mishaps, losses, and delays. But this is the first time in decades where I have realized so many of my original dreams and desires. Sometimes I just have to pinch myself. I never knew life could be so incredible…

But then again, it’s probably the stuffing, yummy!

Wishing you and yours a Blessed Thanksgiving, even if you do not formally celebrate! Let the love and bounty into your heart and tell everyone that you love them…

poem by litebeing chronicles © 2013

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Poetry – Grace Everpresent

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Where is Grace?

Grace is realizing the car keys are in your other pocket

Grace is when the cop gives you a warning this time

Grace is when the red birds descend on your terrace ” just because”

Grace is when you discover your checkbook error

that you subtracted one hundred dollars by mistake

Grace is when the sky opens and the sun tells the clouds to get lost for a spell

Grace is the neighbor’s cat who snuggles with you after yours has passed away

Grace is the stranger who helps you pick up your groceries off the floor

Grace is the MRI that reveals you don’t have that illness after all

Grace is accepting what is and surviving with renewed hope

Grace is a whole heart after a lifetime of shatters and scars

Grace is a million new beginnings

Grace is finding love way past your prime

Grace is everpresent

© litebeing chronicles 2013

update:

I wrote this poem , or rather this poem wrote me, from a place filled with a mixture of despair, emptiness, hope, and gratitude. Your response has been wonderful and I thank you.  My poetry has always been fueled by intense emotion and manifests only when it is good and ready. Stay tuned for new arrivals in future posts.

 

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Ode to Donna

Let’s drink a toast to Donna

who relished quality wine

she lived her life with gusto

and ended it by design

Chocolate, fine food, and cigarettes were among her vices

lung cancer is tough going even for the strong

smoking led to her untimely demise

after diagnosis , her time on Earth was not long

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A Pisces at heart, she enjoyed a relaxing bath

filled to the brim with bubbles

apparently the bubbly immersion

melted away her troubles

She was my online friend

an astrologer like no other

we both had colon issues

she doted on me like a mother

Feisty, generous, stubborn, and direct

we could have similar genes

how do you miss someone you never met

except within a dream?

This quickly put together scrappy poem is my salute to Donna, who passed away on December 8th. I knew of her years before I “met her” on Facebook as I had  bought one of her books on lunar nodes. She was a teacher, healer, astrologer, mother, friend, and organizer of a very special annual astrology conference. She was a very knowledgeable person and lectured on many topics including gemstones and astrology. Donna was also a regular speaker at the magickal Lilydale.

Donna was not always the easiest person to get along with.  The song My Way by Frank Sinatra comes to mind when I think about how she led her life. I regret that I did not have the resources to travel to meet her at a conference. I did see her in a dream and told her about it. I surmised it was a sign we would meet on this plane. She refused any treatment for the cancer and it quickly took her life. It continually amazes me how quickly beings enter and exit our sphere of existence, although I have witnessed this pattern over and over again.

We conversed often on Facebook and in private messages. We exhanged info on astrology, food, and diverticulitis. I  took an online class with her on stress and the horoscope, which was great. She was so wise about so many subjects and had traveled the globe, taking in so much of what life had to offer her. Donna was an icon, yet conducted herself as down to earth as anyone. I think the smoking did her in, when all is said and done.  She was uncompromising about living on her terms. I admire her for it, yet wish she could have stuck around longer.

How do you miss someone you never met , except within a dream?

 

Rest in peace Donna, knowing so many people loved you and that your legacy is rich and strong.

At this time of Solstice across the planet, let’s take time to appreciate the dance between dark and light, love and fear, endings and beginnings. One does not penetrate consciousness in the absence of the other in this current dimension in which we have chosen to incarnate.

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Poetry ~ Gratitude

I am reblogging the 2017 version of my 2013 Poem entitled Gratitude for all to enjoy. I must admit that I felt quite buoyant a year ago. Meanwhile back here in 2018, I have felt depressed for several weeks. I still maintain a gratitude practice and blogging here is one of the sustainable joys in my life.

I also want to acknowledge all indigenous people all over the planet who anchor wisdom, tradition and integrity despite all the indignities they have suffered at the hands of the “discoverers”. Let’s all try to love another better and make kindness a habit rather than an occasional behavior.

PS Sorry that I  have not gotten around to responding to many of your comments.  Please be patient with me as I get caught up.  🙂

Namaste, litebeing

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We celebrate Thanksgiving in the United States today. Gratitude practice is a large part of my life every day, in personal reflection and in my work as a therapist. So I am re-posting my gratitude poem from 2013 for you all to enjoy.

I have so much to be thankful for this year. It only took me a few weeks to obtain a new job, one that actually found me! I shed the victim persona, practiced Dr. Joe Dispenza’s chakra blessings meditation, and kept the faith.  I am grateful for renewed purpose, new friends and old, my beautiful nieces, and some improvement in health.

I am also thankful for my new mittens, that I found when I was shopping for something else. They are colorful, warm and very cozy, a pleasant alternative to my beloved gloves that did not last long as a pair in my possession. Life is…

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Sharing a Non-Selfie

Thank you David for this stunning mystical marriage of image and text.
I know my readers will love this so much!

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originally posted Dec 14, 2013

non-selfie non-selfie ~d nelson

The self is only made of non-self elements.
But before we can truly understand our nature of non-self
we must understand ourself, first. ~Thich Nhat Hanh

Since beginning-less time
impelling energies & matter
interchanging
from form to emptiness
and back again
through space, including earth
to ancestors
who photosynthesized, swam, crawled,
flew, walked, then stood up,
until co-arising as a self
for the sake of argument
we can call me,
in this moment’s configuration.

quick, get a selfie!
as this self will die
and be reborn
in each new moment.

non-selfie with non-tree non-selfie with non-tree

Five streams flowing, eternally.

First, body: who’s physiology burns calories to fuel it’s movement, bearing new cells as old ones age, and die.

Second, perception: streams in a feast of images, sounds and contact through eye, ear, nose, tongue and touch.

Third, feelings: experienced as pleasures, pains, comfort, and…

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Spring Awakening

Okay, here we go! It seems like I have forgotten how to blog, so bear with me. IAM ready to begin again…

First of all, welcome to all the new readers and followers! While I was “away” I did take note of all the lovely souls who took the time to visit and read. Blessings to all of you.

Mercury has stationed direct, Saturn has stationed retrograde ( in my natal sign Capricorn), the Aries new moon occurred on Sunday, the Sun is conjunct Uranus – the Great Awakener ( in Aries the harbinger of Spring) and most importantly, Chiron has exited Pisces and entered Aries.

So where to begin? I have been noticeably absent from WordPress for months, with the exception of the occasional new post. It was not lack of interest, just lack of energy, and later – inability to convert my ideas into words.

So I am going to begin slowly and thoughtfully, with gentleness and simplicity. Most of my readers know about James, If not, you can read about him here.

Although we have been out of touch for years ( on this plane), I typically send him a birthday greeting on Facebook. I could not tell you the last time he replied. I understand that his life and mine have moved in very different directions and that our connection was never meant to be long-term. So I was quite surprised to receive a reply! The message took the form of a poem and I interpreted it to be a prayer of protection. I know James well enough to know he would be cool with my sharing it here.  I also value privacy enough to have given him an alias! James’ birthday is March 22nd . I received his message that evening:

May the fire of the soul light your path

and the roots of your soul dance deep with the earth

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to me

Everyday we are born

Everyday we are free

The words are simple, but powerful and I took his reply as a sign that I am being watched over. March was particularly heavy for me and more surprises were in store. However, I believe that we are always loved and that with attention to one’s presence in silence, it will be revealed.

So this is the beginning of my re-emergence to blogworld. I am quite changed in many respects, but my care for this community has not wavered.

Goodie 1 : During the last few weeks, I began hearing a new music video on TV. Eventually I realized that it would be my current theme song.

Goodie 2 : My Aquarius rising galpal  Dayna wrote a crazygood post today on Surrender. She could have been channeling my Higher Self. Surrender is a regular dish served on my Earthlife menu these days.  Check her out here.

 

So that is all for now. A little appetizer to entice you to await the banquet being prepared when the time is right.

With much love,

litebeing aka Linda

Sink Deeper Still

Hey litebeings,

Just fell in love with Sue’s poem and want you all to feel the profound power of this piece. I felt such a shift just reading the words. I bet you will too. Have you reached the portal? Let me know in the comments section.

love you Sue!

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Close your eyes and sink into the velvet dark

Now concentrate, can you see that spark

Of light, that pin-prick hole

Sink Deeper Still, to the centre of your soul

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Shut out the din, that constant clatter

Of who said what, and media chatter

Flick the switch, turn off the noise

Sink Deeper Still, into inner poise

~~

And when you reach those velvet depths

Allow your heart, in beats get swept

With Cosmic waves of Peace and Love

Sink Deeper Still to float above

~~

And as you rise up out of self

Your body’s functions no longer felt

That pin-prick hole now expands

Sink Deeper Still, to far off lands

~~

For now, we’re free to fly afar

Remembering we are made from stars

Each holding codes of long-lost Light

Sink Deeper Still, now out of sight

~~

And so, it is we ebb and flow

Experiencing…

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Poetry ~ Gratitude

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We celebrate Thanksgiving in the United States today. Gratitude practice is a large part of my life every day, in personal reflection and in my work as a therapist. So I am re-posting my gratitude poem from 2013 for you all to enjoy.

I have so much to be thankful for this year. It only took me a few weeks to obtain a new job, one that actually found me! I shed the victim persona, practiced Dr. Joe Dispenza’s chakra blessings meditation, and kept the faith.  I am grateful for renewed purpose, new friends and old, my beautiful nieces, and some improvement in health.

I am also thankful for my new mittens, that I found when I was shopping for something else. They are colorful, warm and very cozy, a pleasant alternative to my beloved gloves that did not last long as a pair in my possession. Life is about choices, compromise, and the willingness to dream a new dream. I am blessed to be able to dream again and allow new visions to take shape. Hint, hint, that is a thinly veiled reference to my blogging challenge taking place NOW.

While my life is far from perfect and it may appear that the planet appears to be imploding with negativity and regressive attitudes and actions, there is always hope. Every breath is a new beginning.

Where there is darkness. the promise of light is certain. Where there is light, there is love, and lite.

namaste, litebeing

GRATITUDE

G – Generosity of spirit manifesting in each moment, with each inhalation

R- Resilience in the face of darkness, supporting me through many a storm

A- Ability to share myself through writing, teaching, healing, BEING

T- Twinkle of light in a child’s eyes, the sunset, my heart

I – Inspiration that never ceases to amaze me and warm my soul

T- Treasures that unfold effortlessly and in a multitude of forms

U- Unconditional love , from Dexter, family of choice, my friends near and far

D-Dreams manifesting mysteriously and magnificently, especially here at WordPress

E- Eternal miracles, just waiting to be discovered, right under my nose

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holy-day. Maybe that’s because it arrives so close to my Midheaven, or perhaps it’s my mother’s incredible stuffing. Then again it could be the ability to include anyone you want at the table, without the pressure of gifts or material constraints.  Less hype, more substance.

I personally am not a fan of holidays in general. The Quakers were right in saying that every day is holy. It can be if we choose to live and love in each moment. What makes Thanksgiving sacred to me is the idea of a tribal feasting and gratitude practice. Frankly there have been some years where I had difficulty reciting my blessings round the dinner table. Life has not always been kind or simple. Tomorrow it will difficult for my family to shut me up when it is my turn to share my blessings. With tears in my eyes and a glow in my heart, I am so aware what a remarkable year this has been! No, it has not been without challenges, mishaps, losses, and delays. But this is the first time in decades where I have realized so many of my original dreams and desires. Sometimes I just have to pinch myself. I never knew life could be so incredible…

But then again, it’s probably the stuffing, yummy!

Wishing you and yours a Blessed Thanksgiving, even if you do not formally celebrate! Let the love and bounty into your heart and tell everyone that you love them…

poem by litebeing chronicles © 2013

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Scorpio ~ ahhhhh

The sun moves into the sign of Scorpio Monday 10-23-17. With Jupiter in Scorpio to join him ( Exact on 10-26-17) this will be an especially incredible “season”. So I re-introduce this old chestnut to get you in the mood. Namaste to all ❤

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Ahhh Scorpio, where to begin..  Well, let’s start with the featured header. It is a picture of purple chrysanthemums I took near my house. Notice how at first glance these scorpio flowers sporting scorpion fuchsia are out of focus, mysterious, difficult to get a fix on. Now move your laptop or device further away and notice how the image becomes clearer and better defined. This is part of the Scorpio nature. We are difficult to assess, but can become better known if you persevere and change your perspective. Now mind you, I planned to take a clear picture and it looked fine on my phone. But it translated differently and served me well to prove this point about Scorpios.

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This post is not going to be technically oriented or objective in any way. This is litebeing – right brain style, so get ready!  My intention is to describe what this…

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Transparently Yours

Life requires courage, only the bold can continue to breathe in and breathe out. Existence on planet Earth, not for the faint of heart. Walking the path is the hero’s journey only. Cowards need not apply here. Fear is never far away, only a nuanced, inkling separates the being from the trap of despair.

Nature has its own secrets, only for the properly initiated. The rest of us counts the seconds, minutes, hours, between the first squeal and the final gasp. Linear time is a game that is tempting at first glance. And yet, the only way out is to quit playing.

The ocean is no joke. Either you learn to ride the waves or the waves ride you. Power is the ability to influence and Gaia’s a powerful mistress. Obey the silent cry within, never stray far from your truth, your core. Otherwise you may find your essence scattered into the center of a salt crystal, where no-thing can hear you cry.

How can you tell the direction of the fates? The sky can fool the best of them with its wily ways. Clouds are shape-shifters and the sun can play hide and seek like a crack-addicted rabbit with ADHD. If you don’t believe this, go follow Uranus on a cantankerous Leo day and report back with all the details.

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What can a simple soul do when she feels the breeze but her heart no longer feels the relief it delivers? Is there solace to discover? Are the winds of change a blessing or a flukey hoax? Where does the joy go when no one can dance with her in an instant? Does she linger in the shadows, waiting for time and space to dissolve? Perhaps joy’s promise can raise the shadows to meet the heart on its own terms.

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