Rhiana, Mother of Trees

The Wind

There she sits among the trees
Talking to them
Feeding them
Nurturing them
Loving them as deeply as deep can go

Who is she?
Rhiana
She is their mother
She is the one who cares for them above all others

Selvene is in the ocean
Caring for fish and reef
Teaching them how to live their best life
Blowing them bubbles of joy

Selvene is their mother
She cares for them deeply

The mountains too have their mother
And the air, the butterflies, and dragons

Those walking the land, the mammals
Their mother is Qgore
She strokes their fur
As she kisses them
She sings them lullabies goodnight
And then loves them till morning
When she starts to care for them all over again

Birds ride in invisible airships
They climb the unseen stairs
Who put those there for them to find?

K’tani the elevated one
She who once was an albatross
And long ago, an archaeopteryx

K’tani, like Qgore, Selvene, Rhiana, and the others
Has been there forever
She knows what it’s like to be cared for
For once, she too was young
Once, she too had a mother who tucked her in at night
Her mother was Honua, Isi, Toprak, Zelmja, Terra
Earth was her name
Earth was the one who cared for all

We too have a mother who cares for us
She cares as deep as the core of the Earth
For that is where her heart is
She pulls us into her sanctuary
That bless-ed place within

She pulls us in to her heart of hearts
For there, we learn to care
There, we find our own heart
There, we know what others need
There, we all become mothers
To the next generations of hearts

Wind’s Wine

After a month of worry

Your heart grows furry

And you can only smile instead

For you have drunk from the Wind’s wine

And there are no worries in your head

 

Wind’s wine

Like a spring song

Goes whispering down your throat

Always your worries

Like winter snow

Wind’s wine melts, rather than coats

 

Wind’s wine will quell your fear

The deepest that you have

Wind’s wine will let you relax

Your dreams you’ll now hold dear

 

Wind’s wine – Tonic supreme

Wind’s wine – Coconut cream

Wind’s wine – Heaven’s elixir

Wind’s wine – straight or as a mixer

 

Wind’s wine

There’s always enough of this healing stuff

Wind’s wine will cure your woes

And fill you with bliss

Overflow and Overwhelm

Overflow grew up unaware that Overwhelm existed.
Overwhelm grew up unaware the Overflow existed.
It seemed that they met purely by chance.
It also seemed that it was fate that they should meet.

Overflow and Overwhelm found each other to be repugnant.
Overflow acted like he had never met Overwhelm.
Overwhelm acted like he had no idea who Overflow knew.
But they both knew each other, very well.

Overflow and Overwhelm found out that they were related.
In fact, it turned out that they were twins, identical twins.
When Overflow looked in the mirror, sometimes he saw Ovewhelm.
The same was true for Overwhelm for they were mirror images of each other.

And here you are stuck between Overflow and Overwhelm.
How can it be that they are mirror reflections of each other?
How can they have any thing in common?
How can they be identical twins, they don’t even look like each other?

Yet there is something in you, deep in your core
This seed gave birth in you to both overflow and overwhelm
Both want your attention, but overwhelm is louder
And sometimes overflow goes unnoticed

But overflow still exists and is still as strong as Overwhelm
And each time you see yourself as Beauty
Overwhelm becomes Overflow
And your Overflow becomes increasingly strong

Primary Reaction

The Wind

Until your primary reaction is not fear
Until it is not rage
Until it is not anger
Until it is not hate

Until your primary reaction is joy
Until it is peace
Until it is caring
Until it is love

Your emotions still need healing.

Consider taking them to the emotion spa. A place in your mind and heart where your emotions are pampered. Treat them with joy, peace, caring, and love and they will start to heal.

Be Who You Are

Be who you are, not who you should be. Be 🐵, not 🙉🙈🙊. Be 😀 or 😑 or 😞, not 😇.

Receive healing to be who you are, not to be who you should be.

The Rumbling in Your Heart

heart drawn in the sand

I know a secret!

Shhhh!

I’ll share it with you!

There’s a rumbling in your heart. And no it’s not the pizza you had for supper last night. That might be the rumbling in your stomach, but it’s not the one in your heart. At least it’s not the one I’m talking about!

Your heart is swelling, about to burst.

Your heart wants to be free to express all the joy that is in it!

It’s true!

Sure, it’s hard to let my heart be free. Especially when I think that I’m surrounded by accusers and abusers. (Hey, it happens to the best of us.) But they’re not the reason I keep the murmurings of my heart to a low rumble. I villain is moi-même (my very own self). I through doubt, and “Stop That!”, and I short-circuit the realization that “Hey, my heart really really wants to be happy all the time!” to my brain.
I just need to relax and breathe and let that drumbeat in my heart turn into a percussion symphony. With maybe a few horns thrown in. And every time I try to stifle it, just swipe that thought away and return to enjoying what’s happening deep within my soul.