Stories About A Girl

This Girl had an awesome life. All her dreams, desires, and wishes fulfilled. She knew how to use her “magick” within to help her create her beautiful life.

It was a life filled with love. Love both given and received. A life filled with joyful friendships, sharing, caring, and magick.

 

She awoke with her heart open every morning, looking forward to all the opportunities she would have that day to create and co-create the experiences that she desired.

 

She was filled with Divine Love and followed the Divine Guidance coming from within; the Joy and Inspiration.

 

Feelings were her connection to the world around her.

 

She wished to share her Divine adventures with others and so she began writing, and what poured forth were what she called her “stories about a girl”.

 

She loved music. She loved to dance. She loved joy and laughter. People in her presence always felt better. She was gentle and tender, caring and compassionate with everyone.

 

She was playful and found the Light in all she did. And the Light shone on her from everywhere. She was very much a child at heart and very child-like without being childish.

 

Not only was she surrounded by loving and caring friends and family, she was also surrounded by loving and caring Angels and Spirits who adored, supported, and watched over her. Their love for her was so strong she could feel it. She could feel their presence even though she couldn’t see them with her physical eyes, and she knew they were there with her always. They were there to guide and support her, to help ensure all her needs were met with love and abundance even before she knew to ask for them.

 

However, it wasn’t always like this.

 

It started this way when she was conceived, and was mostly this way when she was in infant. Then “life” set in, along with the influences of all those around her, and she became victim to the world without even realizing what was happening.

 

It wasn’t for many decades before she “woke up” and reconnected again with all the Divine, loving, and supportive energies that brought her to this world.

 

For a time in this world she closed up, got disconnected and forgot many things. Sometimes it was because she was influenced by the ignorance of those around her, like her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, teachers, preachers and others.

 

For a while it looked grim, as though she would never awake from the zombie-like state she was in. Feeding off of the thoughts and beliefs of others and her culture.

 

She became depressed, and knew it. She felt it. She knew something wasn’t right. How could such a beautiful world feel so wrong; so bad.

 

She asked for a reconnection to the Light and to Know the Truth. That path took many, many years.

 

And these are the stories about those days. Her days of struggles and challenges, and how she overcame them.

 

(Stories to follow)

Snippets and a Golden Yellow Dragon

You know, now that I've written a few posts, I'm starting to think I should have called this blog "Snippets-From-A-Girl". It seems my writings are coming out in snippets as opposed to stories. And you know what else? I really like the word "snippets". I think it has a nice ring to it.

This post contains a scene from a dream I had last night. I found it beautiful, intriguing and appealing.

In this dream I recall standing in the middle of a large room staring at a wall made of large blocks of cream colored sandstone. I was looking at the stonework and how well the wall was put together. The texture of the stones and the substance between them, holding them in place, was mesmerizing me.

Next thing I know, starting from the top of the wall, the stones begin to crumble. It appears something from the other side of the wall is nudging its nose through the wall. As this wall comes collapsing down dust rises up, obscuring my view.

As the air clears I realize that within arms reach is the nose and snout of a rather large golden yellow dragon. It's basketball sized nostrils are at eye level with me. I feel I'm looking into a little cavern. Thankfully I don't see anything green and slimy or red and glowing. I feel I could lose myself in the depths of the blackness.

What's interesting is that I can intuitively sense that this is a friendly, loving dragon. He gives off the same vibe an unconditionally loving dog would give, yet he is calm. Very unlike an exuberant, happy-to-see-you, excited dog. I reach my hand out and touch its nose. It is dry and feels somewhat like sandpaper.

I am taken in by the color of its skin and scales. Not yellow or golden, but rather a golden yellow. Normally the color yellow doesn't do anything for me. However this golden yellow is warming me from the inside out and I can feel my heart expanding. Can a color really have this effect on me? Is it the color of the dragon's loving presence?

As I lay my hand on its nose I look past its massive form and notice the most luscious, green, flower-filled field in the distance. I'm feeling pulled towards it. I slowly walk around the dragon, taking in its baseball cap sized scales, the spines on its back, and the length of its tail. He really looks magestic. I wonder what it would be like to sit on it's back and ride.

Then I notice the soft, luxurious feeling of green grass underneath my naked feet. I take a deep breath and experience the scents of wild roses, poppies, daffodils, lilies-of-the-valley, and carnations. What an interesting combination of smells. I get the urge to turn around, to see where I have come from, and when I do it all vanishes. Back into the ethers of dreamland. How I long to go back and experience all the smells, textures, and sights. How I wish to know more about this dragon. I sense a deep comaderie.

I woke up with a wonderful sense of peace and calm.

BUG HUGS

This post is dedicated to my best friend who meant to text me "BIG HUGS" and accidentally wrote (with the help of auto-correct) BUG HUGS. Now, she knows how large populations of bugs make me squirm. So she texted me the following visual to make me feel better, and I have to say it worked. Thanks April :D This visual was so beautiful that I decided to share it.

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Picture yourself standing in a beautiful field on the edge of a forest. You are surrounded by fireflies. It is a clear night with a silver sliver of a moon. In this night, the most wonderful little lights flicker everywhere around you in a most magical way, as if orchestrated to music. And best of all, the glowy little creatures stay far enough away from you respecting your space while creating this most amazing spectacle just for you!!

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Ok, now even though I'm not a huge fan of bugs, this visual made me want to experience just what it describes.

Hope you enjoyed that.

Sensuous Apples (final part)

...bite into the crispy apple. I savor the crunch as well as the juicy sweetness. Have you ever noticed how loud the crunch of an apple can be when it's crispy and cold. Mmmmmm.

I wonder how this would taste with one of my favorite confectionery items. CARAMEL!! Mmmmm. I can imagine the gooey stickiness and sugariness of the caramel. Perhaps it's a cavity just waiting to happen, but seriously?! How many people can pass up taking a bite of a caramel apple? Oh! Perhaps I could take apple slices and dip them into warmed caramel. The combo of the apple crunch with the silky smooth stickiness of the caramel is very appealing. Now add a touch of almond butter to that and it would complete the ultimate sticky snack!

Speaking about almond butter, there's a great recipe for a children's snack. It entails spreading almond butter on a slice of apple and then placing 5 raisins into the almond butter. The snack is suppose to resemble ants in a boat. Cute eh?

I luuuuuuuuuuuuuv apples. I love cinnamon sprinkled on apples. I love apple sauce. I love them with cheddar and I love them with pecans. Mmmmmm.

What is your favorite way to enjoy apples? What variety do you like best?

Sensuous Apples (part 3)

...and I inhale. Mmmm. This apple smells sweet, with a hint of autumn leaves...that musky, fresh, outdoor scent. This brings back childhood memories of apple picking with my family.

I recall the cooler days of autumn. The sweet fragrance of the apples hanging from the trees mixed with the scent of a wood burning fire off in the distance, waiting for our return. I remember holding mugs of hot cider inhaling it's comforting warm smell. Then the thought of grandma's fresh baked apple pies floods my memory and I find myself inhaling again hoping to fill my nostrils with the smell of spicy cinnamon and warm apple pie.

Suddenly the smell of something sour returns me back to the present moment. I look around. Where could that odor have come from? Aw! Apple cider vinegar! A gentleman walked by with a pitcher of the vinegar that smells like apples gone rancid. Ugh.

I decide to breath in the perfume of the apple I am holding; to replace that apple cider vinegar smell with the sweetness of the fruit in my hand. Mmmmm. Once again my mouth waters and I desire to taste its juices. I open my mouth and...

...to be continued...

Any feedback on how I am doing so far? Any tips? Constructive words are welcome :)

Sensuous Apples (part 2)

After browsing around, I decide to pick up a green, firm apple. I feel its solidness in the palm of my hand as I roll it around. As I squeeze it with my fingers I realize the skin and flesh do not give. This raw apple may have been picked a touch too soon. I return it gently to its place on the pyramid of apples.

Next I pick up a yellow variety. This one feels lighter, and airy, in comparison to the green apple. I toss this one lightly into the air and catch it with my right hand. It feels cool on my skin. It must have been refridgerated.

With my left hand I reach out and grasp a pinkish red apple. This one is warmer than the yellow one. Must have been sitting at room temperature for a while. As I squeeze its skin and flesh I notice the give under my fingertips. It gives with a bit of spring to my touch. This apple feels ripe. My mouth starts to water.

I return the yellow apple to its friends in the basket, and seize the next object of my desire. A deep reddish colored specimen. Its skin feels smooth on my skin, and its weight is more dense in my palm. This apple too is cool. I now notice the rumbling sensation in my belly.

I raise this apple to my lips and ...


... to be continued.

Sensuous Apples

Mmmmmm. I walk inside and spot my desire. I walk over to take a closer look. The selection is sooooo appealing. I take in their curves, so smooth from stem to base. Their skins look shiny in their hues of greens, reds, and yellows.

I'm impressed by the differing sizes. Some are as small as plum tomatoes, and then they range up in size. The largest ones are softball sized. I'm roused by how many varieties their are.

Some are contained within bushels, while others are displayed in wooden crates lined with straw. I see a few people milling around, picking up the sampling slices and smelling and tasting the offerings.

... to be continued ... (I've decided to explore how we perceive the world through our five senses. Over the next few days my posts will reflect a description of apples through another one of the five senses. Can you tell which sense I focused on today?)