I don’t believe in coincidence! Never have. To me coincidences are the GreatSpirits trying to bring you a message. To ease your fears, to warn you of danger, or to answer a question you’ve worried about within your mind. But to me these aren’t coincidences, they’re synchronicities. In the words of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Rule 39 – There’s no such thing as coincidence.
Now for me that worry I’ve been dealing with lately has been about transportation. My cars are out of commission right now and I’m driving my Mom’s giant boat! Yes cars as in plural, but both of them are now antiques, so don’t be impressed. And Mom’s land yatch, I mean van, is a Ford EconoVan. This thing is HUGE! And I really don’t like driving someone else’s vehicle anyway. But beggars can’t be choosers.
Each day I pull a tarot card and divine the message from its images on my professional spiritual blog Springwolf Reflections. Today, December 11th, 2014 a very unusual set of circumstances happened and the whole event was too weird not to share the story somewhere. So I decided that since it’s a story, what better place than on my personal blog where I share stories and poems and what not. So here it is for your entertainment.
. My Delight and Treasure .
Each year I’ve been with you
Has been better than before;
It’s hard for me to think
How I could love you more. .
Each year you’ve graced my life
Has been a time truly blessed;
I love your caring face, your voice,
Your tender and sweet caress. .
Each year as this day arrives,
I’m filled with love and pleasure;
Happy Anniversary my Sweet,
My joy, my delight, my treasure! . I love you, each one of the 11 years you graced my life, and each one to come, forever and always! .
~ Springwolf2014 Poem Inspired by Joanna Fuchs “Every Year” .
Twas the night of Ghosts, Goblins and Spooks. The night hidden in shadow beneath the watchful moon. When the Good Folk of the Shire below have placed Jack-o-Lanterns on their porches, door stops and steps to ward of the spirits of the night. They dress up in costume to fool the ghouls to hide their presence along their travels in the darkness.
But the mischievous spirits of the night knock on doors and demand their treats or tricks they’ll play all over the street. While the Good Folk shiver and shake by the hearth inside, afraid to go out or take a peak outside. Lighting candles and praying the evil passes them by.
But fear not, my fellow folk, for the good Fairies are afoot this eve. Flitting here and there, sharing their light throughout the peaceful shire. Casting their magikal dust over the tiny homes and the malicious ghouls who haunt the land throughout the night.
“The Link on a Lance” Maryland Renfaire 2007 by Springwolf
Funny Stories Can Lift Your Spirit
A few years ago, my son and I had a particularly hard week that culminated into one very difficult day. Life was presenting more challenges than either of us could handle alone and at the time, there was no one to turn to. He had his school stresses and I had my big adult life and parent stresses. The evening was filled with some yelling, from both directions and a lot of “you don’t do this or that”; again from both sides. It was a school night and I had put him to bed with no real solutions or comfort for either of us. At some point you have to stop arguing, because all you’re doing is going in circles and not getting anywhere at all.
While I went to my place for a cry, he was crying in bed. About an hour later he got back up and said he couldn’t sleep because he was too upset. Nothing can wrench your heart out more than your little boy crying because he too was hitting the rocks of despair. The annoyance of him being up nearly two hours after he was supposed to be in bed sleeping, flew right out the door. I knew how he felt. I felt the same way. Continue reading →
I’ve always admire how balanced water is.
It gives peace as we look upon its beauty.
It give calmness as we hear it flow.
It gently moves and shows us how to go with the flow.
It bends around obstacles,
and refreshes the spirit.
It cools the body on a hot summer day.
It refreshes the animals of the forest and field.
And it sustains all life from rain, stream and pond.
It shares excitement of white water rapids,
It inspires the mind from water falls great and small.
It strengthens the heart as we dip our toes in from the shore line.
It brings families together through boating, swimming and fishing.
She can put out a fire or make a fire grow.
She can replenish a dry field, or flood a family’s home.
She can flow free, or flow with incredible strength.
She can forth life in an abundance of flavors.
Or she can spread disease through ignorance and neglect. Continue reading →
One of our family members shared a link on FB that grabbed my attention. 36 Realistically Colorized Historical Photos article really was worth looking at. They are so well done that the colorization brings the photos and the infamous events to life like I’ve never seen before.
The Mind Unleashed released this article and describe the pictures as:
“A new artistic trend has broken out around the world which changes our perception of history dramatically. Colorizing historic photographs from the late 1800′s and early 1900′s changes their appearance from something historic and different, into a scene from today”.
This one of Elizabeth Taylor looks beautiful. I liked her as an actress and as a person. But the image was a little off; her eyes were green? Say what? She was famous for her violet eyes; and they are violet. I should know, back in the ’80s, I had lunch with her.
Yep. Sure enough. An almost 90 minute picnic lunch. Under a giant shade tree with one of my friends, his family and Liz. 😉 Continue reading →
Welcome to my mythological world — and my novel – a trilogy actually, about the Orbs Of The Dragon Kind. 7 mystical crystal orbs created by the ancient Wizard Council to end the destructive wars between the 7 different dragon species around the ancient world of Talenthor. I hope we see it on bookshelves …one day.
“Master, what is this?” young Arius asked as he gently stroked the foot high dragon statue.
Once Upon A Time by Anne Stokes
Zavendril’s long thin body twisted in his over-sized chair. His sharp blue eyes gazed across the room to see what his youngest student was referring to. “Ah.” he said, rising from his seat near the fireplace. “You have come across my most precious possession, Arius.” His faded blue robe drifted across the floor of his cabin as he walked toward the book-case. “This was a gift given to an ancestor of mine, many ages ago.”
“Tell us Master. Please?” asked Leonar, as the other six members of the class eagerly agreed. Well all except Eric.
“Oh great, another wasted afternoon.” Eric sneered. “We are supposed to be learning the sciences and mathematics, Master. Not some meaningless legend filled with lies and unbelievable events.”
“Oh Eric, why don’t you just shut up!” Veiga retorted as she sat on a small stool to the right of Zavendril’s large chair. The young girl had been placed in the care of her Uncle after the death of her parents. It was her task to clean, cook and care for him as his own daughter would. In return, Zavendril allowed her to join his classes with the village boys. Continue reading →
One of the things my maternal grandmother used to say to me when things got tough and stress over shadows everything you do. Remember to pray for help, ask for direction and guidance; and be thankful for what you do have. Because someone in this world has it a lot worse than you do.
Then pick yourself up, dry your eyes and walk out the front door and act as if there wasn’t anyone to pray to in the first place. Because no one is going to help you, if you’re not trying to help yourself.
So always remember that no matter how tough things are, everything happens for a reason, in its right time and space as long as you’re trying to move forward and make change for the better in your life. We may not know why for years or decades later. Maybe not even until we’re gone and look back from spirit and everything is clear.