Groovy kind of Love

For the man responsible for my healing heart…..every smile, every look, and every thought of you fills me with peace and happiness…..thank you for giving me the gift of true love and showing me what it means to really live life.
I will love you forever, long after death,
and whisper your name with my last dying breath……
I love you Jeremy…. ♥

When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
When you’re close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing in my ear
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love

Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can’t control the quivering inside
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh

When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don’t care
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love, oh
We got a groovy kind of love

 

Don’t you cry tonight

As some of you know already, my mother was a victim of violent crime. There were no goodbyes, embraces or words of love before she was so viciously taken.I think of her often, and sometimes it is accompanied with good memories and smiles, sometimes in the horror of imagining how she felt those final moments of her life, leaving behind six children and 6 grandchildren, sometimes through the waves of pain that ebb and flow over my soul as I yearn to hold her, hug her and tell her how much I love her and miss her. My mother was a beautiful woman, full of love, wisdom and laughter, her light shining brightly in the midst of all she came in contact with, her heart reaching out to share her vibrant spirit to those close to her, even to strangers. She was amazing, the coolest mom in the world. She was open minded and enjoyed all kinds of music, one hell of a cook and a good listener, amongst a thousand other things. Once she took me and my oldest brother, whom I love so much with all my heart, and his girl, to a Pink Floyd concert when I was 16, he 18. I remember our voices being so hoarse the next day as we laughed at the time we had.

This song by Guns and Roses was playing one night very shortly after her death. I could feel her speaking to me through the words of this song, her spirit moving in my heart and soul through these words. I am weeping now as I type this to you. I wanted to share this song and the beautiful lyrics with you, and lift up my mothers sweet memory to the cosmos through the witnesses of my amazing readers. Thank you for taking a moment to feel with me, and I pray a special comfort and peace for those out there who have lost someone they love dearly. May the memory of our loved ones continue to live and give through our lives, their light having never truly gone out through the legacy they left with us and the way they impacted our lives. Love you mamma, so much….Thank you for still checking in on me from time to time and speaking words of comfort….I feel every one and know you are there……Until we meet again……. </3

If I die young

One of my favorite songs, every time I hear it, I am moved to tears….it rings truth through my soul and urgency through my veins…and it is close to my heart from my own personal trials and painful losses….the song carries an innocence and powerful conviction for the gift of life and the frailty of our mortality….I have written out the beautiful lyrics for you and I know you will be blessed as you give a few moments to hear the message….bless each one of you as you reflect on the value and preciousness of your life and as you carry on throughout your day….Namaste….( LOVE YOU MAMMA, R.I.P)

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need ‘em oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls

After the storm

A true to life event, a sensory poem where I attempt to convey my deep joy and emotion in a memorable moment I had with nature.

The atmosphere was electrified

from the intensity of the passing storm.

A light rain falling, so softly

like the petals of a rose

and the air smelled pristine

of new earth

fresh and clean.

The clouds were dark

and menacing

but lined in silver

as a white sun

broke through an opening

and shined it’s vivid light

upon the earth.

The raindrops reflected the light

and sparkled like white crystals

as it fell with such grace

from the heavens.

The shadows cast on the ground

were as of the night

of a full moon

accentuating and animating

every shrub and tree.

The contrast between

light and dark

was stark

but breathtaking in the

beauty of it’s harmony,

light and shadow creating together

a surreal and otherworldly scene.

And as I stood in the midst

of this natural wonder

I let my senses take over

letting them grow and reach out

as far out as they would go,..

and my soul was caught up

in admiration and surprise,

taken in absolute awe.

I was elated

wrapped up in a cocoon

of magic and reverie

as my mind, body and soul

answered mother nature

in her spectacular beauty.

I was helpless

to sound out a word

that would be sufficient enough

to convey the peace

and tranquility I was a part of,

so I gave myself over

to the sublime perfection

of the moment,

to the scene before my eyes.

And the instant I did this

I was lifted high in flight

on the wings of joy

soaring on a perpetual wave of bliss

that lasted until my head

rested upon my pillow

and sleep carried me away

with lovely dreams

in the night.

~ Celeste ~

Discovering Heaven

At the peak of the mountain stands my soul, joy exuding from every pore…from the top of my lungs a shout of victory and jubilation, and the sound is carried on the winds and scattered throughout the earth and upwards into space, settling peacefully like a soft winter snow, in smooth molecular spheres that shine like ivory pearls. Infused with the strength of a thousand men, I feel as though I could split open the atmosphere and bring the heavens down to the earth.

For today I heard a voice, beheld a marvelous truth….a reflection in the mirror of my soul…and although I now understand how I have always felt it there, I had no words to help me comprehend it or speak of it. I believe some truths are such that they remain hidden until the one who bears it is ready to receive it, able to hold it and carry it respectfully. And now I see for myself a truth for me, and I believe….

My faith has made a momentous leap, grown a proud measure….

Blessed be thy name, lord of glory…..

A day like any other, my reflection in the mirror….but what I see is not what I expect….

But my good father standing there with outstretched arms….. and I know his arms have always been open for me, but this reflection, the image WAS ME…..

The love of the father for me, living in me, rushing through my veins, has now become ME.

It is alive and flowing out of my outstretched arms and out into the world, acknowledging, accepting, giving, believing….willing and unafraid, believing in love eternal, unconditional.

And with a twinkle in his infinite, knowing eyes, he smiled at me……

and that smile spread across my soul, opening it deep and wide, filling each empty space with love, warming my every nerve and fiber, searching out and occupying my every thought…

And the tears that followed were healing waters, washing away the debris of a fractured soul, the jagged remains of the thorny cathedral walls of a dark kingdom’s demise….now all washed away…..

How the revelation has changed my perception….all the good that I have grown to be came from a childlike faith…..my inner child watching and mimicking her heavenly father….the one only seen with the eyes of her heart….

it came by perceiving and accepting his everlasting love for her, loving and believing in her still in all her wrongs and shortcomings, even when everyone else had failed her and left her to feel as though she was not worthy of love……

yet she held on to him still and chose to believe….not even hell itself could convince her to let go, or deceive her away from her birth right! Many times it was all she had, the only reason she had to remain here and continue the journey….he must need her here else why would she be here?

So, in the end, that was good enough for her. So through hellfire, tribulation and pain she endured,…for something she could not see or touch, but only feel with her heart…endured for even just the hope of  what she felt inside.

And for that the father rejoiced and wept with joy…..For an empty place in his own heart was now filled, a sorrow now healed over. He was proud of her and touched by her faith….for she had kept going when she had no earthly reason, no evidence to back up her actions or proof to help support her human frailties….

And so he rewarded her this day, making her a princess and ruler of her own right…..he entrusted her with his belongings and knew she would care for them and lead others into the same light of love…..

What a blessing to see with my own eyes, to know beyond a doubt….that the truth deep down is real, the things hoped for are possible, and dreams do become reality…..and this true to life fairytale is only just beginning….there is a story just like this for everyone…..the gift of a dream waiting to be realized, opened and lived….this is heaven on earth….

We do not need to wait for death to live in heaven. No, the reality of heaven is now, in the present, in this moment….this is how it was always meant to be lived…..it is not just a place, but an eternity, one that we are already in….a perpetual state of reality, the reality of now….heaven is a perspective, a realization, something felt, something discovered…..we do not need to wait for our eyes to see, for they are already open….heaven is where your heart is….heaven is home…..heaven is here, and it is now.

~ Celeste ~

 

• “Peace Mirror” ~Inspirations with Linda Willows (lindawillows.wordpress.com)
• A Reflection of You A Reflection of Me (aninspiredapproach.com)

 

A tribute for mamma….forever in our hearts

^MOM^

Eleven years ago today, our mother was taken from us to be with Jesus and his angels. She was a victim of a violent crime that rocked our souls and shook our faith. But her death is not in vain, for we keep her alive and carry her memories and beautiful spirit in our hearts each and everyday. I only hope she can see how dearly she is missed and how much she is loved by so many. I dedicate this for you, mom, now that you are counted among the angels. Rest in peace, dear woman, until we are all united and together again on the other side. Sleep sweetly mamma.

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~

Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night. Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul’s sweet flight. I am at peace, my soul’s at rest There is no need for tears. For with your love I was so blessed. For all those many years. There is no pain, I suffer not, The fear now all is gone. Put now these things out of your thoughts, In your memory I live on. Remember not my fight for breath Remember not the strife. Please do not dwell upon my death, But celebrate my life. ~ author unknown

Though sometimes it hurts so much it is hard to breathe, we carry on without you on this earth….but our joy and peace is in knowing you are safe and at rest, and that one day we will be together once more….and this time forever. As I remember you today, I am thankful for all the memories and the laughs, the hard times and the tears….each and every second spent with you touched my life for the better, all of our lives…..so grateful that God chose you for our mother. We could not have asked for or expected a more wonderful and warm loving soul to behold and follow. Your love was so pure that it still reaches us through the veils of time and space, embracing us and encouraging us on, accepting us in your unconditional love. Thank you mom, for being the phenomenal woman you were, and no doubt still are. And thank you God for letting us have her as a mother to enjoy for the time we had her. I was angry with you for some time for taking her so soon, for in my selfishness I would keep her here with us to the end. But I know you love her too, and it was time to bring her home…..and the anger I felt is replaced with love and gratitude for the privilege of having these memories of her, and her blood that flows through my veins. So I end this tribute in silent reverie and loving contemplation, and will light a candle in honor of her life today.

We love you so much forever mom……..

Why God? (Some food for thought)

I stumbled across this today, and I was so touched I had to pass along the blessing to my readers and friends. Love to everyone……………

Food for thought:

Me: God can I ask you a question?
God: Sure…
Me: Promise you won’t get mad!
God: I promise
Me: Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today? … … … …
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late,
God: Yes,
Me: My car took forever to start,
God: Okay,
Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait,
God: Hmmmm…
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call…..
God: All right,
Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
God: Let me see, the Death Angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of the other angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that,
Me (humbled): OH
God: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road,
Me (ashamed)………
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work,
Me (embarrassed): Ok,
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see God,
God: Oh yea and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I’m sorry God
God: Don’t be sorry, just learn to trust me…..in all things, the good & the bad.
Me: I will trust you
God: And don’t doubt that my plan for your day is always better than your plan.
Me: I won’t God. And let me just tell you God, thank you for everything today.
God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I love looking after my children……

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.”- Isaiah 55:8

Every one have a beautiful evening…… =D

Hunger, Love, and a grateful heart…….

A quote by Chief Dan George

“When Christ said that man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body. It was not the hunger for bread. He spoke of a hunger that begins deep down in the very depths of our being. He spoke of a need as vital as breath. He spoke of our hunger for love.

Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self-esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world…

But with love, we are creative. With it, we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.”

Chief Dan George

You would not know this if I did not say it, but I just erased an hour worth of writing and editing of my thoughts and feelings about this quote. But, I realize that my words only muddled the experience, and really nothing more needs to be said by me. Today, I will contemplate on his love, and give thanks for who he is and who I am in him. I will thank him for filling me with the love I so desperately need everyday of my life. I will thank him for every opportunity to to have a breath to experience this wonderful world, to know the peace and the joy that comes simply by knowing him, holding him close to my heart. He is the greatest lover, brother, father, and friend, and I owe my life and all I am to him. He has literally saved my life from certain death, more than once. Not just spiritually, but physically too. By my own hand to take my own life, and from others who would wish to harm me……I am in a delicate and vulnerable place today, but I will use it as an opportunity to strengthen my roots and grow closer still to the source of my life, my Lord, my hero. I do not need to be afraid….though right now I am fragile, I will not break….and if I break he is able to piece me together….and if I break, let it be for his glory. Today, I will rejoice and be glad in this new day, another day to be alive and know love. I hope everyone has a blessed day filled with comfort and love as you go about your daily activities. Some time today, stop for a moment, take a deep breath, and send up a thank you, a grateful heart, as an offering for such a beautiful, phenomenal life……..

~ Celeste ~

Positive Anger

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Maya Angelou

When I first read this quote, it impacted me. But still, I could not quite put my finger on why. So, I have chewed on it for a while and have come to appreciate the wise words of this statement. Anger is a self preserving emotion. It’s function is to protect, defend, and to behold righteousness in truth. Anger is the most base of all human emotions, and in it’s purest form is an effective instrument that drives us to passion, motivation, and even success.  Anger is a purging agent that comes in and does it’s job swiftly, and then it is up to us how we will direct the leftover and excess energies of such a potent emotion.  Anger is not meant to linger. In fact, even Jesus said not to let the sun go down on your anger. Anger that is left to stew will continue to burn, the embers slowly transforming into a disease, a sickness, if you will.  I think most of us are intelligent enough to know when we have crossed the line, been angry over something for too long.  When it affects the quality of our lives and interferes with our happiness and peace, we know we have some soul searching and contemplating to do.

I have spent a lot of time being angry in my life, and to this day I still have to pull in on the reins of a fiery disposition. But coupled with love and forgiveness, it is possible to allow our anger to serve a greater purpose for our lives. Anyone who speaks with wisdom and conviction, I assure you, had put a great deal of time in subduing this emotion. They would not settle for a second rate existence of bitterness and resentment. They have creatively found ways to use the life force of anger in different aspects of their lives. We all have this capacity. We are able to be the masters of our anger, monarchs of our indignation. Believe it or not, you can still be angry in a respectful way and not lose your dignity in the process.

I encourage anyone feeling anxiety or depression to look for the root source of these symptoms, and reflect on how it got to be there. I promise you that anger will always be the initial source, coupled with the pain we felt when the emotions were born. Let’s give ourselves a gift, something of lasting value that has the potential to change our lives and impact our world. Seek out forgiveness when you have discovered the triggers. Putting in just a little time to search, discover, reflect and apply in this way will truly bear the sweetest of fruits. We hold the keys to our own happiness and the power to be victorious.  To me, that is the most amazing gift of all.

I have previously written a couple of posts that will compliment this message, and aid in advancing to the next steps. For more insight, here are the links:

celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/04/01/forgiveness-is-a-process/

http://celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/embracing-pain-a-transformation/

~ Celeste ~

Did you know you helped to change the world today? Thank you….

Personal transformation can and does have global effects. As we go, so goes the world, for the world is us. The revolution that will save the world is ultimately a personal one.
Marianne Williamson

I cannot express the brevity that this statement resounds through my soul, or how excited I get when my spirit believes and bears witness to such a simple yet profound truth. What you do really does matter. It is like a ripple effect. It effects you personally, it effects those close to you in your circle of family and friends, and that extends out to their extended families and friends, and it keeps going and traveling around the world.  For those of you who have a hard time believing this, I challenge you to test the waters, and increase your faith and broaden your vision enough to be open to all the small signs and wonders around you…..to every good piece of news and information you receive through close acquaintences, your place of work, the radio, local newspaper, and TV, like the news. I know the news is full of bad news, but there are morsels of good things in between, if you pay attention. There are even websites and magazines and television shows filled with good stories and testimonies. These things have a direct correlation to what we have sown, what we have dared to believe possible. We can use these good news stories as evidence and feedback, that the good you are personally doing does matter.

Now, some of you may think I am a little ‘out there’ with this belief, and far reaching at best, but I know, I am convinced, that each one of our thoughts, words and actions create our reality…..so everything that I see and hear is processed through this personal belief….all good deeds and acts of love begin somewhere, inspired by someone, and was given a life of its own, beginning with a single thought and choice to act on that thought. Who is to say that a good deed you did for someone, an act of kindness, an encouraging word, a hug even, didn’t get passed along through others, and grew in love, and began to create an atmosphere of love and inspiration in which people began to act on your positivity? An example would be…..a young boy deciding to raise money for other sick children…..a wealthy man who donated thousands to a good cause….a group of people who got together to open a food bank for the hungry….a young mother who received the seed of kindness, broke the abuse cycle, and passed it on to her growing child, who did, or will, grow up to be a motivational speaker, or the next president….. the list goes on. Who’s to say your initial act of kindness didn’t create the spark and settled like a flame in someone who received it down the line? It is very possible, and in fact this is how it happens. Of course we could never see it in action and know for sure its exact origins,  but are not all things entwined somehow, and work together on a larger scale? It is feasible to say that you certainly had a hand in contributing to the betterment of humanity….all of us working together planting the seeds whenever we can, wherever we go. 

To some, this message is insanity….to others, great vision or great faith. To me, it is simply the way things work as I go along trying my best to do my small part in the scheme of things….but I am not naive enough to think that these things do not matter, or that they go unnoticed, or lost somewhere in the universe….no….on the contrary, we all matter and have a hand in our own fates, and impact the lives of many through a single act of kindness. I believe….and now I dare you to believe too. It wont be long before your heart warms with satisfaction at all the small beautiful wonders and acts of love throughout the world, knowing you did your part, giving yourself a little credit for these things, and being able to participate in the jubilant celebration of life. To me, this makes it all worthwhile, and carries me through times of darkness, pushing me into ever greater heights of faith and love.

May your day be blessed, as you give a blessing to another.

~ Celeste ~

Forgiveness is a process

Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.

~Mason Cooley~

Here are some secrets that I have learned when it comes to the issues of pain, the heart, and forgiveness…..

**Forgiveness is for you, not the other person. Holding resentment and unforgiveness hurts only you. The offender will never feel what we are going through, from the deep remorse to the murderous rage. And stubbornly hanging on to hate will not bring them to conviction or judgement, nor bring us to peace and contentment.  To hold someone in unforgiveness for something, no matter how much wrong they have done, makes us the prisoner, and a partaker of that same wrong. Forgiveness is a gift to ourselves for what we have been through…it is the only way to have real peace and lasting contentment.

**Often when we think about forgiveness, we expect the results to be instantaneous. We prematurely believe that if we are ‘good’ and do the ‘right’ thing, that we will be rewarded with all the gifts, wisdom and freedoms that go along with the act of forgiving someone, and are automatically released from its burden. But I think we all know that is not how it works out for us, and usually the opposite of this is what feels truest. We have made our own mistakes and offences, suffered at the hands of others, and made the choice to forgive….but still we struggle with the pain and feelings of resentment, of grief and anger.

**This is because forgiveness is a process. It is a choice that we make initially the first time. And then, we have to make it again and again when the painful memories and feelings surface. We may have to make this choice on occasion, from time to time, or in the beginning, we may have to choose forgiveness moment by moment amounting to numerous times in a day. There are even times we feel we just do not want to forgive. This does not mean that we are weak. But on the contrary, it takes strength and shows we are serious and determined to see ourselves free from the chains that bind us.

 **Our emotions do not always line themselves up with our will to forgive, and rarely support our choice to forgive. Chances are you will never be able to use your feelings as an indicator of weather you have forgiven or not. Memories are real, and the experiences that made them were just as real, and not easily erased. And they shouldn’t be. For no matter how terrible or traumatic, or maybe even seemingly petty that past event was, those things help make who we are. We can stay in bitterness over it, or we can move ourselves along and live free of the inner turmoil of self infliction.

**Forgiveness is an opportunity for growth. It does not have to be a crippling and gruesome experience. Often we are so hard on ourselves, we cannot see what progress we have made. We may feel guilty or inadequate in God’s eyes for not being able to forgive in the way he does, or in the way we thought we should. We may feel as though we have missed the mark somehow. Relax a little, give yourself room to be many things in the healing process. Sort it out gradually. No one says you have to accomplish total forgiveness in a certain way, or in a certain amount of time. As I said earlier, this healing virtue is for you. And not everyone is the same, and we all experience the process a little differently and in different timing. But one thing is the same for us all….it all begins with a choice. You choose forgiveness, and you keep choosing it daily, no matter what you may feel. The pain may never totally disappear, but in time, it will lessen, and you will see your personal growth, gaining victory one small step at a time.

**The hardest person to forgive will always be yourself. It is so important and life changing to accept in ourselves the things that are hard to accept, the things we have said and done that we deeply regret. Think of it this way. A child or family member we dearly love has made a terrible mistake, one that has hurt not just themselves but others they love. You see their pain and turmoil, and you long to impart to them the forgiveness that you have sought out for them in yourself. You so desire to see them move on and begin living again, learning and maturing from the wrong they have done. The pain you feel from seeing them in their pain, is how our our own spirit grieves over us when we are in a tormented place….the same way the Father feels for our sufferings. He longs to extend that compassion and mercy to us and help us move away from the dark side of the tribulation. But we can only do this for ourselves. So extend to yourselves the same love and mercy that you would someone you dearly love….for chances are someone is still hurting from watching you suffer, and longs to see you live again. Make yourself this friend within yourself. You are every bit worth it, and the fact that you are alive and breathing is proof enough. Now, you just have to walk in it and bear witness to the miracles that will follow………………………

Feel free to ask any questions, or seek friendly assistance or advise from me anytime.  You may contact me at celestealluvial26@gmx.com …

Namaste,

Celeste

Birthday reflections and blessings….

Today I turn 34, and as I sit reflecting back on my life, the good and the not so good, I am finding something positive in everything. It is never too late to mentally review and recall past memories, especially painful ones, and find something good that came from it. We can help ourselves along in the healing process in this way, going back in time to touch a younger version of ourselves with the present knowledge we have gained, embracing ourselves as a child, accepting, relearning, and practicing self forgiveness….I know these things work because I have done them.

So I wanted to share some positive words of encouragement with you today, and pass along my own birthday blessings and wishes to you. I could not think of a better way to celebrate and share the love!

So, here they are, a few of my favorite quotes, poems and photos for you to enjoy. Everyone have a great day and be blessed and prosper in all you do.

Namaste.

To realize

 The value of a sister/brother

 Ask someone

 Who doesn’t have one.

 To realize

 The value of four years:

 Ask a graduate.

 To realize

 The value of nine months:

 Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

 To realize

 The value of one month:

 Ask a mother

 Who has given birth to a premature baby..

 To realize

 The value of one week:

 Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

 To realize

 The value of one minute:

 Ask a person

 Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

 To realize

 The value of one-second:

 Ask a person

 Who has survived an accident.

 Time waits for no one.

 Treasure every moment you have.

 You will treasure it even more when

 You can share it with someone special.

 To realize the value of a friend or family member:

 LOSE ONE.

 Remember….

 Hold on tight to the ones you love!

 Our world is special because YOU are in it-

We all hit a time when we’ve lost hope and need someone to put their arms around us and say, “I’ve got you right now. I won’t let you face this alone.

Bear Hug!

  Whatever our hands touch -
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There’s no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.

Wherever I go today
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.

Heartprints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.

Send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
“I felt your touch,”
May they also sense the love
that is deep within my heart.

~ author unknown ~

IN REMEMBRANCE

Serene and beautiful and very wise,

Most erudite in curious Grecian lore,

You lay and read your learned books, and bore

A weight of unshed tears and silent sighs.

The song within your heart could never rise

Until love bade it spread its wings and soar.

Nor could you look on Beauty’s face before

A poet’s burning mouth had touched your eyes. 

Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;

Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.

It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;

It is a linnet’s fluting after rain.

Love’s voice is through your song; above and under

And in each note to echo and remain. 

II 

Because Mankind is glad and brave and young,

Full of gay flames that white and scarlet glow,

All joys and passions that Mankind may know

By you were nobly felt and nobly sung.

Because Mankind’s heart every day is wrung

By Fate’s wild hands that twist and tear it so,

Therefore you echoed Man’s undying woe,

A harp Aeolian on Life’s branches hung. 

So did the ghosts of toiling children hover

About the piteous portals of your mind;

Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discover

The angry scar to which the world was blind:

And it was grief that made Mankind your lover,

And it was grief that made you love Mankind. 

III 

Before Christ left the Citadel of Light,

To tread the dreadful way of human birth,

His shadow sometimes fell upon the earth

And those who saw it wept with joy and fright.

“Thou art Apollo, than the sun more bright!”

They cried. “Our music is of little worth,

But thrill our blood with thy creative mirth

Thou god of song, thou lord of lyric might!”.

 

O singing pilgrim! who could love and follow

Your lover Christ, through even love’s despair,

You knew within the cypress-darkened hollow

The feet that on the mountain are so fair.

For it was Christ that was your own Apollo,

And thorns were in the laurel on your hair. 

JOYCE KILMER

 

REMEMBER TO SMILE, AND HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

Silent lucidity

I am in a clear and restful place today, and as a result my muse is unhindered and I have published a quote, three haikus, and this song, so I am going with the flow and gently following the things I hear… and my theme seems to be of dreams and visions….so this song seemed fitting….it has been playing in my mind since I woke this morning….the song has a beautiful message and I have wrote out the lyrics as well….hope you enjoy. Have a peaceful and blessed day, my friends….

Hush now don’t you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You’re lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over…or has it just begun?

There’s a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run to in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn’t realize it and you were scared
Its a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the tears
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly, you hear and see
This magic new dimension

Chorus
I-will be watching over you
I-am gonna help you see it through
I-will protect you in the night
I-am smiling next to you…in silent lucidity

If you open your mind for me
You wont rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You’re safe from pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream’s alive, you can be the guide but… I
Chorus again…

Embracing Pain…a transformation

In my young life, I  have found that although pain is real, and we all experience it throughout our lives, how we view it and treat ourselves by it matters….when pain presents itself to us, we can embrace it, welcome it and accept it, as loving a child, therefore giving us the ability to let it go properly and when the time comes, allowing it to grow us and transform us in a positive and lasting way….or we can self inflict our pain, trying to avoid, deny, or fight it, robbing ourselves of the opportunity to learn and earn peacefulness and wisdom….because we hold on too tightly to the pain, too close to our hearts, feeling like we deserve it somehow, or that it came to us as a punishment for something we have done.

So then we punish ourselves all the more, and it becomes an instrument of torment, and unhealthy resources for our souls to draw from, making our souls sick and left feeling empty. So the next time pain knocks on the doors of your heart, open it, welcome it in, accept it and embrace it with all your strength….you will ease and accelerate the healing process for yourself, and become a means of comfort for others around you that are hurting, showing them a lighted path in the darkness. There is nothing greater than extending your love and help to another suffering soul….and you will gain the satisfaction of making a difference in the world around you.

And never forget to be patient in the storm….time itself is a healing virtue….but as stated above, you have power over the outcome of your soul. Things are always changing, and the storm will subside as well. Never, ever exchange your hope and faith for laying down and giving up…although there will surely be days you feel like doing just that. But life will continue on, and so will you….you are capable of more, and have more strength than you could ever hope to think you possess…..and this I know for sure.

~ Celeste ~

A poem I wrote that accentuates this message: http://celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/smile-through-the-tears/

Morning Glories

I posted this song a while back, it is one of my favorite piano pieces. But as I was listening to it this morning while gazing out my window at the rising sun, I received the words for this poem I have written below. The song really sets the feel for these words. This was a special and very real experience for me, and now I share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy and are blessed by the message. ~ Celeste ~

As the sun gently awakens on the horizon

warm golden tones of light begin to permeate

the blue black velvet of night sky

and slowly saturates all it touches

in a welcoming glow.

The thick white fog that appears is magical

resting its presence like a peaceful blanket

as it hovers over the field of clover.

A little flock of birds fly up through the fog

stirring it with a breeze from their little beating wings

causing gentle rolling billows of movement from within.

As the light of the sun fully breaks through

it is as a flaming jewel of perfect beauty shining in my eyes

perched against the bluing sky in all its power.

And as I gaze at the sight

it reflects this power back into my soul

so that I feel the flaming jewel rising

from deep down inside

dispensing its light into every curve and corner

finding and filling up all lonliness, darkness and despair

with its healing properties.

A tear escapes, then two or three

for I am one with this life force…

I am welcomed and received

just as I am,

accepted and even cherished in its presence.

It is not disgusted or dissapointed in what it has found

but delights to be here with me….

and I am captivated, and overwhelmed with love.

Its thunderous voice speaks so gently to my heart

and radiates warmth into every particle and fiber of my being

claiming me as its own

branding me with its mark of fire

cleansing me with its purity.

I sit in reverent awe and in still silence

as I receive and commune with this principality

and King of all life.

My heart overflows with the strength of joy and thanksgiving

as I am renewed by this light of love

and made whole on this most beautiful of mornings.

I feel confident and empowered

to let the light shine out from within

in all its perfection

through all of my imperfections…..

and so I am made perfect in my imperfections

as I allow it to remain

allow it to be just what it is

all it was meant to be, through me….

This sun in my sky, now

the sun in my heart.

~ Celeste ~

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