The Owl and The Crone

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Musings from the Higher Self

Spirit of the woods,

benevolent beings, guardians of the sacred land,

come to me now, cradle me in your bosom.

Mother forest, you hold me with such deep compassion,

Your love permeates through every cell of my physical being.


Spirit of the mountains,

benevolent beings up on high,

the power that permeates through the granite and sandstone, 

through all layers of what has been,

Fill me with the strength to keep moving forward

The fortitude surrounds me like a fortress of love.


Spirit of the oceans,

benevolent beings of fluid compassion,

your liquid pools of comfort are like a mothers womb,

a gentle blanket soothes my aching heart

and offers me the knowing that I am deeply held and protected.


Spirit of the desert,

benevolent beings that echo 1000 lifetimes

your grains that hold the codes of the crystalline archives of this planet.

You are the sacred record keepers within the vastness of your dunes,

your example is an expression of determination, the will to overcome all that is placed before us.


Sacred Mother Earth, 

Gaia, 

Pachamama, 

you hold us in the cherished love and light of all that is,

you are of Source creation, 

and we are your children.

Your elements are an expression of us, 

through wind, rain, fire, earthquake, tsunami, 

through all the interpretations of your physical being

you are our greatest teacher of respect, oneness and unconditional love.