I called it my rest period.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I read that a baby knows love as the face of the Mother.
I wonder if Mother is not loving does the child grow up not knowing love?
My Mother was loving when I was very small. My Mother sang little songs. I remember my Mother's face. I hold a memory of her from when she was in her 30's.
I got up from my morning table and walked about my house.
I began looking at faces.
I looked at photographs from Christmas past.
This photograph is of me on Santa's lap and my older sister, Cindy.
I remember seeing Santa at Macy's downtown. I remember my sister Cindy's face.
I remember her smile. I have her little gray velvet hat hanging in my entry.
She died in 2000. These days I think of her often.
For four years my husband was his Santa. For me my husband became Father Christmas.
For me his face is the face of love.
I love looking at my happy little face.
I seem to be filled with wonder and delight.
My daughter suggested I look in the mirror to see the face of love.
Perhaps for her I am her first face of love.
She also suggested I look at the photograph my husbamd took for my artist bio.
She said it was taken with the eyes of love.
I see the world through my eyes of love.
I think I will print this little collage.
I think it will be my first picture in my Healing Journey photo album.
Monday, December 21, 2009
I am using the medicine wheel as my guide.
I faced the east this morning and watched the sunrise.
This is the direction of spirit. This is the direction of hope.
I sat at my morning table.
I am taking this journey with my sister.
She will find her inner healer and I mine.
I have been preparing for this journey.
I bought a new journal and pen.
I bought two lovely candles.
My friend gave me the set of Animal Divine cards.
I have chosen one each day in December.
Today I chose Cernunnos. This is an ancient Father figure. This is an ancient Deity.
We know this ancient god today by the Celtic tradition.
I am learning about how important a loving
Mother and Father are for healing. I am remembering.
I have a cluster of stories.
I remember when I was small.
I remember my Mother and Father.
I remember Christmas past.
My sister and I talked this morning about compassion.
We talked about suffering and fear.
We talked about the gift of grace.
A place to write my own story.
As I am inspired I am writing.
I am a photographer.
I shall take photographs of my Healing Journey.
I will print them and make an album.
I am a collector.
For they also tell a story.
My friend painted an Angel for me.
Today my word is hope.
Thank you for coming along on this year long adventure. From now until Spring Equinox I will be investigating the spiritual aspect.
If you also would like to journal and share we would love to share in your healing story.
Today we begin knowing spirit. We will look for spirit's face.
We begin by walking the path of love.