Cold Gratitude…

It is cold here. Like wind chill in the NEGATIVE TWENTIES

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Way too cold but way too beautiful...

365 days ago I had 70 degree weather outside. Light breeze, if I remember correctly. It was a perfect day for a lovely stop by the beach on my way home from work.
Kind of…not really.

I was at a point where every action i  did was directly linked to my survival and still working full time. Wake up, work, inhale lunch, work more, drive home, cook a bag of something, sit on couch, try to work, fall asleep working and crawl into bed.
So the weather was beautiful but unreachable. I gave all I had for my 31 “kids “. It was worth it. I would do the same if I could today….

As I am blessed with challenges, there is a higher truth at play….

Yes. I am disabled and can no longer work. Yes, we didn’t choose to live with family but the Universe decided it was time to work on our humbleness. We are given this chance to re-vision our lives. Really being free to choose where our energy goes, without distractions.
It is beautiful here.
We got up, drank our coffee, took care of the animals, read and prayed, ate a bit, and did our work for the day – the calling of doctors and managing health stuff (on the necessary list). Then we walked down to the car to run it for a bit and stacked fire wood for today and tomorrow. I was able to do this today, without hurting myself…
Now I reflect, eat a bit more and allow my body the rest it demands. My daily “recharges” are mandatory. I have no choice- my body will claim sleep, regardless of my activity or posture. I will be asleep within 15 minutes. Desire has nothing to do with this.
So I make the process as pleasant as possible. Snuggling down with the animals and playing soft music help me find the warmth and peace I need to fully “plug in” and make the most of what I have.

In Part of my daily prayers I say:
I am blessed with all I need to do what is mine to do. If I do not have the energy, it is not mine to do

Now is my chance to learn what that means…

with Love, Light and Blessings….
Suz
Namasté

Keeper of the Ridge, imaged

Keeper of the Ridge, imaged

And we salute David Rodger for his unfailing care of our new domicile. We are grateful for open doors. And I need a therapist before discussing the doors recently closed (more like slammed in our face …see- therapist first, discuss second).

So I focus on the gratitude until the Universe opens me to the healing necessary. ..

And the red tractor plays nicely on the white snow. Pretty…

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Master of the big red tractor....

with Love, Light and Blessings….
Suz
Namasté

Thanks to the Keeper of the Ridge

Thanks to the Keeper of the Ridge

What does the word “rural” mean?

For the record…
First 14 years in Mt. Vernon, NY. My home town shared an edge with the Bronx. 
7 years in Hixson, TN- just outside Chattanooga. I thought that was rural.  Nope. I was wrong. Smallish town? Yup but still had urban areas.
4 years at HC in Worcester, MA
(A summer or 2 in New Town,  PA)
9 years in NYC (5 years in Manhattan (upper east and then east village), 4 years in Brooklyn)
5 years in south florida
6 months hot springs village, AR
Now here- on chestnut ridge as northwest as you can go and still be in Illinois… 

We are grateful, beyond measure for David and his home that he has opened to us for as long as needed -months to a year to 5 years.

But we are totally in farmland. We walk down the “lane” (fancy word for long ass dirt/gravel driveway) almost daily to visit with 2 horses (that we’ve named marbel and red (or brownie). Depending on who sees her first.

If it wasn’t for David and his tractor, we’d never make it to “town”.

Its hard to accept 3-4 stoplights making a town….

But I digress…
Dave is the Lane Keeper and we are grateful.
Back to what you were doing. Carry on…shovel if you got one…

with Love, Light and Blessings….
Suz
Namasté

Snow effects….

Snow effects….

What a difference a day makes….
In so many ways…

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Pha&Snow=-years....FuzzBombCraft

My dear Old Girl,
       Showing more age
than wished to admit…

Mud slid beneath paw
    Haunches quiver
From icy trials the day before.

A hushed… deep…
    dreamless night
A clock ringed twice and then

Years removed
   Blocks before to stumble
Covered with soft, silent air

My Precious Pup returns
   in Moments of Brooklyn lots
Reclaimed as a the world changes
        its contrast.

Age will return,
    In hours enough.
For now, a gift outside
           of Time.

       

with Love, Light and Blessings….
Suz
Namasté

“Soul Group”

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Wow..  I am speechless. This post on @consciousgoddess ‘s instagram gallery has moved me to tears. It is a blessing to find a Sister of my Soul, like discovering another part of oneself that has been missing in this lifetime. Until now. And now I am overflowing with joy…

May we all be blessed with awareness and the wisdom necessary to find and re-member who we really are- Divine Beings, not separated but One with All, regardless of apperances. Time,  distance and difference is only an illusion.

with Love, Light and Blessings….
Suz
Namasté

Morning Gratitude

Morning Gratitude

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So many blessings, abundant joy

As my soul re-members
As dis-ease fades into ease
The morning light re-minds me…
I am whole,
     I am blessed
         I am existing in Divine Oneness
And Gratitude weeps from every pore
               With simple truths
There is no Distance
There is no Difference
Wherever I am, the Divine is present
                and all is Well.

May we all recognize the Goodness that blesses this day, and every day. Be well, my friends. Be blessed.