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November 24, 2012
October 14, 2012
I Am The Empowered Woman
The Empowered Woman,
she
moves through the world with a sense of confidence
and grace.
Her once reckless spirit
now tempered by wisdom.
Quietly, yet firmly, she
speaks her truth without doubt or hesitation
and the life she leads is
of her own creation.
She now understands what it
means to live and let live.
How much to ask for herself
and how much to give.
She has a strong, yet
generous heart
and the inner beauty she
emanates truly sets her apart.
Like the mythical Phoenix,
she has risen from the
ashes and soared to a new plane of existence,
unfettered by the things
that once posed such resistance.
Her senses now heightened,
she sees everything so clearly.
She hears the wind rustling
through the trees;
beckoning her to live the
dreams she holds so dearly.
She feels the softness of
her hands
and muses at the strength
that they possess.
Her needs and desires she
has learned to express.
She has tasted the bitter
and savoured the sweet fruits of life,
overcome adversity and
pushed past heartache and strife.
And the one thing she never
understood,
she now knows to be true,
it all begins and ends with You.
༺♥༻ Sonny Carroll
June 26, 2012
June 22, 2012
A Sacred Choral
Let our dance of dimensional chords immortal
penetrate this presence,
a sensual intensity sculpted amid the colours of the sound
caressing the hold on the soul forever.
With his mystic immensity
the gentility
and passion designing each note;
we transit every vascular flow
of this sacred language intangible.
Our love in this realm made possible
in tone and in rhythm,
abandoning fears and costumes,
giving priority to shared tenderness and passion.
Let us write our song, beloved,
as a romance never before heard,
lest cruel neglect
transpires to end our Love.
MHH 2012
June 3, 2012
Chronicles of the Party Van - 1
Impending autistic hysteria was about to break...
After exchanging our ruby red, intergalactic spaceship for a "loan car" today (as we await conversions on our new black gangsta spaceship), I received an emergency call from Jack's father saying he couldn't pick him up.
You don't play with an autistic kid's routine on a Friday. No. You certainly don't introduce "new".
I tore over the mountain, admittedly loving ripping through the manual gearbox of the paint peeling, rattling, random unidentifiably groaning, loan car, to get to J.
In my mind rattling off the variations I could use to convince Jack that this was fun and normal, not "different"...
I walked in, late, to his classroom.
He looked up and tears sprang to his eyes as he immediately started raking at his right arm (anxiety)
"Mum...but where is Dad? Dad is coming!"
Holding him, gently explaining, trying to settle him before all broke loose... then asking him, with all the enthusiastic tone I could muster, if he was ready for a "mad adventure" in a new car.
We headed out and at first glance, he gasped, more delighted than distressed,
"Mum! What is this?!"
I showed him the ramp, how the wheelchair loaded in, put him in, explaining all the way (his aides cracking up laughing at my explanations).
Locked in, ready to go, Jack was SO excited. I was surprised...a little confused...
I started the loan car and its random groan kicked up spectacularly.
Jack laughed loudly.
"What an great day, Mum! You did it! You did it Mum! You got us a real
Party Van!"
Autism: a walk in the consistently unexpected.
After exchanging our ruby red, intergalactic spaceship for a "loan car" today (as we await conversions on our new black gangsta spaceship), I received an emergency call from Jack's father saying he couldn't pick him up.
You don't play with an autistic kid's routine on a Friday. No. You certainly don't introduce "new".
I tore over the mountain, admittedly loving ripping through the manual gearbox of the paint peeling, rattling, random unidentifiably groaning, loan car, to get to J.
In my mind rattling off the variations I could use to convince Jack that this was fun and normal, not "different"...
I walked in, late, to his classroom.
He looked up and tears sprang to his eyes as he immediately started raking at his right arm (anxiety)
"Mum...but where is Dad? Dad is coming!"
Holding him, gently explaining, trying to settle him before all broke loose... then asking him, with all the enthusiastic tone I could muster, if he was ready for a "mad adventure" in a new car.
We headed out and at first glance, he gasped, more delighted than distressed,
"Mum! What is this?!"
I showed him the ramp, how the wheelchair loaded in, put him in, explaining all the way (his aides cracking up laughing at my explanations).
Locked in, ready to go, Jack was SO excited. I was surprised...a little confused...
I started the loan car and its random groan kicked up spectacularly.
Jack laughed loudly.
"What an great day, Mum! You did it! You did it Mum! You got us a real
Party Van!"
Autism: a walk in the consistently unexpected.
May 28, 2012
Being Crazy is Noisy
John wrote this brilliant article himself. And it's a great read :)
I also love his wife's comments after it :) M
Thanks to Fiona Permezel
Being Crazy is Noisy
I also love his wife's comments after it :) M
Thanks to Fiona Permezel
Being Crazy is Noisy
May 21, 2012
She is Goddess
A goddess is a woman who emerges from deep within herself.
She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light.
She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her.
She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole.
She is a woman who radiates light.
She is magnetic.
She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence.
She has power and softness at the same time.
She has powerful sexual energy that's not dependent on physical looks.
She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortably lives and moves in it.
She cherishes beauty, light and love.
She is a mother to all children.
She flows with life in effortless grace.
She can heal with a look or a touch of the hand.
She is fiercely sensual and fearlessly erotic and engages in sex as her way to share with another in touching the divine.
She is compassion and wisdom.
She is seeker of Truth and cares deeply about something bigger than herself.
She is a woman who knows that her purpose in life is to reach higher and rule with love.
She is woman in love with love.
She knows that joy is her destiny and embracing it and sharing it with others to heal wounds.
She is a woman who has come to know that her partner is as tender, lost, and frightened as she has been at times.
She has come to understand the scars of the boy in him and knows that together, love can be the relief, the healing of their wounds.
She is a woman who can accept herself as she is.
She can accept another as they are.
She is able to forgive her mistakes and not feel threatened by another's even when attacked.
She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked.
She respects boundaries, hers and another's.
She can see God in another's eyes.
She can see God in her own.
She can see God in every life situation.
She is Goddess.
She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light.
She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her.
She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole.
She is a woman who radiates light.
She is magnetic.
She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence.
She has power and softness at the same time.
She has powerful sexual energy that's not dependent on physical looks.
She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortably lives and moves in it.
She cherishes beauty, light and love.
She is a mother to all children.
She flows with life in effortless grace.
She can heal with a look or a touch of the hand.
She is fiercely sensual and fearlessly erotic and engages in sex as her way to share with another in touching the divine.
She is compassion and wisdom.
She is seeker of Truth and cares deeply about something bigger than herself.
She is a woman who knows that her purpose in life is to reach higher and rule with love.
She is woman in love with love.
She knows that joy is her destiny and embracing it and sharing it with others to heal wounds.
She is a woman who has come to know that her partner is as tender, lost, and frightened as she has been at times.
She has come to understand the scars of the boy in him and knows that together, love can be the relief, the healing of their wounds.
She is a woman who can accept herself as she is.
She can accept another as they are.
She is able to forgive her mistakes and not feel threatened by another's even when attacked.
She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked.
She respects boundaries, hers and another's.
She is woman who takes responsibility for everything she creates in her life.
She is a woman who is totally supportive and giving.
She can see God in another's eyes.
She can see God in her own.
She can see God in every life situation.
She is Goddess.
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