What have we done?

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How did we not know that The Mother Trees feed the younger generation of trees with nourishment and sacred ancient wisdom? How could we have stood by and watched nearly all the great mothers and ancient healers, keepers of the Earths secrets be destroyed for furniture and other items we felt we had to have?

I ask you, go to the Forest and seek out the Nature Spirits, ask for forgiveness, ask them to teach you their wisdom, and then go to your neighbors so they may find compassion in their hearts.

The Amazon is in desperate need now the Great Mothers are being slain as we speak. Raise your voice, Please, speak of this with your children, your children’s children and each other.

Keep the conversation alive.

There will be those of you who will feel a call to act. You cannot deny the voice inside your soul the one that gives your mind the constant chatter and unrest. If it is yours to do it will grow inside you until all you can do is ask “what can I do?” Good,  keep asking as it pulls on your heart. Let that inner voice lead you where you need to go…… just keep the conversation alive.

Talk with the Great Mother, your Higher Self, and those willing to hear you out as you find your way to her wisdom. Seek out the Nature Spirits and listen with deep gratitude and appreciation as they share the ancient voices of the Forrest with you.

Please and thank you for following your heart as that is all any of us can do.

Suzi

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Safety Matters

Synchronicity I love this way of being in the world; I was on my way to pick up my Beloved today when I saw this random guy on a motorcycle in front of me. For a minute I flash to my sweetie and think how awesome he would look on that bike. Then a few moments later I was pulled over by a motorcycle officer who was also tall, blonde and built like my Beloved.

The officer states that he pulled me over for “a break light that was not working” however, when I pulled the car over (next to this sign) he says, “Its working fine now and he had no reason to give me a ticket”. We both looked at the safety sign I had pulled over next to and laughed and talked about how there were signs everywhere if you are willing to see them. We had a nice connection.

I continued on my way and the first thing my Beloved says to me when I see him is“ I’m getting a motorcycle, the whole family is getting them so we can ride together.” What could I say but “ Safety Matters, be aware of your surroundings.” Message delivered!

Need, Want, Need, Want….

I like lists. I don’t use them as often as I know would be helpful, but I like them nonetheless. Need? Want? Need…no want, on and on in my head arguing with what is now my inner guardian of the budget. I was abruptly pulled from my inner dialogue and stopped to notice a really amazing looking teen girl shopping with her mom. Need, want, need, want played out in my inner sanctum mixed with longing for my own young adult to play with. Missing mine, I have become a bit of voyeur with mother daughter teens playing out their ambitious roles as each jockeyed for their needs and wants. Most of the time I just smile and feel for the mom and want to tell her it will pass, if she does not already know this from having been there before.

What I heard was a very clear and well-executed statement by a young women no older then 14 who in fact stated her feelings, needs and requests so clearly I wanted to clap for her. Her manner of communication was impeccable so I pulled up a seat (preverbal) and was ready to hear how this was going to play out.

With that kind of skill I was sure mom could bring that or better to the table so again ready to cheer mom on I waited. Then it came, the blow, the heart wrenching blow that not only brought slight tears of empathy to my eyes but a real ache in my heart. “What the hell are you talking about?” Mom was not going there. In fact, the more skill this beautiful, powerful and self-articulate young woman showed the more fear came over mom. Mom did not have this skill and it was in fact learned somewhere else. School maybe?

That is in fact what the argument was about. She wanted to get home to do her homework and mom was not leaving this sale until she had killed it. So this ingenious young woman got on her phone to call a friend to study with but of course the phone was taken away and she went back to hanging up clothes that were not placed back properly by mom.

It took only an isle or two in the department store to receive and witness all of this. Turns out we were sharing a small space to begin with and it is my custom to pick everything up and look at it if it’s marked more then 50% off and this was in fact moms strategy for shopping as well.

As I looked around trying to reprise my need, want, need want debate, I was interrupted by a very loud voice, “Yours to say.” As I moved past this duo having completed my entire search of the 50% off aisles, I leaned in and spoke softly to the daughter, “Don’t worry Honey,” I said. “You will grow up and be gone before you know it and the world is ready for you. Don’t change a thing; just keep speaking your truth. We need you out there.”

And walking away I claimed it for her…

“And so it is,” I said out loud smiling my way to the 25% off aisle.

Door Bell Ministries

Opening the door I felt the tightness in my chest and the awareness of my choices. For today this is what I chose to say to the women at my door.  “ I’m guessing you care about the world and want to ease the suffering and pain you see?” I’m guessing that this book you hold has brought you great comfort and that you want to share it with me? Please know that I receive you in the highest light and thank you for your intentions. I honor your path and ask that your God give you strength to do as you feel you must.”  In doing so, I was freed from the resentment I often experience from those “I think” would judge me. I received her intended love and thereby connected to my own.

Blessed be and so it is……

Mine to know

I found myself sandwiched between the inspirational note cards and my new neighbor at our local gift shop last week. Pleasant and inquisitive as she was, I was aware of my need to stand a bit to the side as she worked out what it was she was wanting to share with me.

Our conversation went something like this. “Wow that guy I saw at your house the other day was really hot; he must be a client of yours?” I responded that “no in fact he was my boyfriend.” “No kidding,” she says, I mean really? He is so hot and that accent, I mean he is really really hot. That was your boyfriend? Hmmm, really?”

No joke, it went just like that except I will spare you the many rounds she went with this because you get the point. So, I’m thinking to myself I have several choices. I can walk away now, I can take this personally, or I can step aside, knowing that 90% of what is going on with someone else has nothing to do with me.

I looked at my perplexed new neighbor and noticed we were about the same age and I know that she is single. If I had to guess at what was going on with her I would have said; “I’m guessing you are confused about this because you’re older, single and having a few extra pounds on you, have not found the opportunity to date attractive men like this?”  I could have said this being a BBW, as there is an unwritten rule that if you are the heavier one of the two you are allowed to approach this topic directly.  

I looked at this option and realized “nope,” not mine to say. I checked out if there was anything for me to do? “Nope,” not mine to do, however; I did ask Spirit is there something for me to know here and the answer was “Yes.” Yours to know. That yes, in fact, your boyfriend is that hot and you deserve to feel this beautiful. You are free in the world and that yes, there is still work to be done to let others know they too have the freedom to live large and in charge, rocking their curves.  However, you get the day off and this one (my neighbor) is not yours to do, for now anyway.  Thank God for age wisdom and learning the art of timing. (Right message wrong time was my mantra for years).

So, today I share with you…“If you are large, be in charge and get your butt out there and enjoy the beautiful world. There is a handsome man or women out there just wanting to get to know you and they will not be looking for your faults and if you feel the need to point them out, they will find someone else to spend time with.” I should know because I have more than my share and you should too. If you see me out and about just be aware, “I’m bringing sexy back and if I can, you can too!

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1.                            Suzi Southworth

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A Small Green Island by Rumi

There is a small green island where one white cow lives alone,

a meadow of an island.

The cow grazes until nightfall, full and fat, but during the night she panics and grows thin as a single hair.

“What will I eat tomorrow?

There’s nothing left!”

By dawn the grass has grown up again, waist-high.

The cow starts eating and by dark the meadow is clipped short.

She is full of strength and energy, but she panics in the dark as before

and grows abnormally thin overnight.

The cow does this over and over and this is all she does.

She never thinks,

“This meadow has never failed to grow back.

What should I be afraid every night that it won’t?”

The cow is the bodily soul.

The island field is this world where that grows lean with fear

and fat with blessing, lean and fat.

White cow, don’t make yourself miserable with what is to come or not to come.

by Rumi

Version by Coleman Barks from the translation by R.A. Nicholson

“Say I am You” Maypop, 1994