Sage Embers

01/03/2022

Breathe it in and let it flow. The what is your focus, not the how ♥️

11/27/2021

“She sat at the back and they said she was shy.

She led from the front and they hated her pride.

They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance.

They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence.

When she shared no ambition they said it was sad.
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad.

They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could.

But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves. She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time.

She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her. And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave. For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe.”

Author of this wonderful poem is Becky Hemsley and her page is
Here’s the link to her book on U.K. Amazon:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1739824504/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AKZA5G0JD3TTSZNXCW1A

Gorgeous painting called “Love for the Earth” by Lisete Alcalde

11/27/2021

I hope you’ve not forgotten,
how magical life can be.

It’s understandable if you have.
Your soul is depleted, weary and worn,

But remember life is capable of so many twists and turns.
And nothing, nothing, is permanent.
As fast as you can feel at your very end,
life can throw out a rope and pull you,

To the highest of heights.
It’s a rollercoaster.
An up and down, in and out, over and under ride.
This chapter in your story is almost through
And if you can just cast your mind back to the magic,

Your silver lining will find you, pretty soon.
And I think it’s going to be the most magical time in your life,
You’ve come so far and taken so much.
I hope you’ve not forgotten how magical life can be my friend.

You must believe.
You must believe.

Donna Ashworth Words
Artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein . Card #46 Night Ride of the "Oracle of Mystical Moments" deck.

11/27/2021

Beneath every behaviour there is a feeling. And beneath each feeling is a need. And when we meet that need, rather than focus on the behaviour, we begin to deal with the cause, not the symptom..

~ Ashleigh Warner ~

Artist Amanda Cass

12/04/2020

12/04/2020

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12/04/2020

Easy to forget, but important to remember ♥️

12/02/2020

So I just had a thought
•
What if supernatural creatures
don’t exist anymore? What if they
did once, but through the years,
they slowly mixed in with
humans?
•
You can see the blood of fairies
in the way a ballet dancer hovers
in mid air before he or she hits
the ground. You can see it in the
way that middle school girl never
forgets when someone makes
her a promise. You can see it in
how that one little boy in the
kindergarten class seems more
comfortable in the forest on that
field trip than the others.
•
You can see the blood of dryads
in hikers who never trip over
roots. You can see it in that
suburban grandmother never lets
any of her garden die. You can
see it in that one kid who climbs
a tree faster than his friends,
barely looking at the branches as
he goes.
•
You can see the blood of naiads
in the way a professional
swimmer seems to command the
water to help them. You can see
it in how a cross country runner
needs a water break more often
than his teammates. You can see
it in the way that one girl in your
class always has a water bottle
on her desk.
•
You can see the blood of
mermaids in a surfer who can be
tossed around underwater for a
long time without drowning. You
can see it in a teenage boy who
doesn’t have to pretend to be
unbothered by the pressure
when he races his friends to the
bottom of a swimming pool. You
can see it in the little girl who
wades into every stream she
sees on a hike without quite
knowing why.
•
You can see the blood of sirens
in people who never have a
problem with getting people to
date them. You can see it in that
soprano who can hit notes most
of her fellows can only dream of.
You can see it in the camp
counselor who all the straight
girls have a crush on, who can
play guitar and sing better than
any of the others.
•
You can see the blood of
shapeshifters in the way an actor
adjusts their personality to
become their character with
scary accuracy. You can see it in
the subconscious, barely
noticeable changes a tween girl’s
eyes make to match her outfit
better. You can see it in the way
you always lose that one friend in
a crowd if you’re not careful,
because he’s just too good at
blending in.
•
People who carry the blood of
werewolves don’t change with
the full moon anymore, but you
can still see it in the way your
best friend always knows
something is wrong, though even
they don’t know they’re smelling
the changes in your body
chemistry. You can see it in the
way that one guy always seems
to eat more than the reasonable
amount of red meat at an all
you-can-eat buffet. You can see
it in the way that one weirdo
never has a problem when the
teacher turns off the lights
before a PowerPoint presentation
because her eyes adjust quicker
and better than yours.
•
The blood of supernatural
creatures may have mostly faded
away. But if you look closely, you
can still see it.

11/05/2020

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