I have been absorbing the response to Breast Strokes, taking in words and sharings. I am touched. Today I take some of my precious treasures, gifts, many from when I was sick and scatter them differently through my yard and home. I hang wind chimes outside, bells, place a pink quartz angel given to me to tuck into my pocket and take to chemotherapy and radiation into a vase of water filled with stones that sits at my entry. I hang an angel with a pink heart on my camellia bush, and a star with the word wish on it up in the Bay tree and one that says love on the pine by the gate. I hang a Japanese bell in the tree and two on the gate.
Feng Shui - energy - I have been reclusive. Now, I invite.
If God would stop telling jokes
I might act
serious.
~ Tukaram ~
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
I am also listening to and occasionally watching Molly the Owl as I go about honoring my sacred space.
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