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Springtime

Cool, crisp,

Sun is bright this morning,

Luminous upon the field,

Rooster’s crow,

Birds sing,

Early day reminders,

Creativity cannot be supervised,

Free flow,

Words fly,

Like a song upon the page,

Springtime,

Promises,

New life begins again.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Freedom Convoy – First year Anniversary

I am honoring those who continue to stand up for freedom and peace against

machiavellian political practices.

My ‘tinfoil’ hat’s off to you!

Happy Anniversary!

You make me proud to be Canadian!  Roll on! Honk, Honk

 

To see my original story from one year ago, please click on the link below:

Eighteen Wheels of Freedom

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Nothing is as black and white as it seems,

If the world seems drab,

Color it,

A picture can paint a thousand words.

 

2023, Welcome to another colorful year!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Snow

When all that glitters,

is not gold.

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It has taken me some time to silence the thoughts of others and cipher through their parables and codes.

Social media is inundated with an extraordinary amount of negativity.  Many comments are meant to debilitate the vitality of opponents who dare think outside of the box.  It is easy to attack someone whom you cannot see. 

It is also easier to control those whose faces are covered. It removes the aspects of humanism.  Covering ones nose and mouth deprives the brain of oxygen and weakens soundness of mind.

I suspect the past few years has done irreparable damage to human kind.

(I can still feel the agony of those who withheld their screams of terror and disbelief until their eyes deadened and their hearts hardened.)

It’s easier to follow the masses than it is to stand alone. 

Fear can be a strict task master. It drives groups together but it can also break them apart.

Many people gave up. 

Others allowed themselves to become disabled through the pressure tactics forced upon them. Hypnotized, they consumed propaganda spoon fed to them by daily dose of dishonesty and negativity.   They became the fanatical converts who threatened non-believers. Non-believers were ostracized and pushed into seclusion.

There are many fanatics today that seek continued control over the populous.  They have a surplus of information ordained to frighten the weak into a continued life of subservience. 

They want the masses to move through life like robots – zombies with dead eyes, stiff movements and no heart because when you stunt growth or imagination, there is no individuality – no freedom.  This is called censorship. 

What they do not know is that you cannot cripple the heart or mind of an artist! 

The individual pain each person endures throughout life is precisely the gold that shines through an entrapped mindset to create an artist.  Seclusion is all that is needed to break free of the trap.  When one enters the silence, true beauty is created.  This beauty is art.

Art means something different to everyone.  It is a distinct experience distinguished by you alone. Art heals crippled minds, broken hearts and beckons to the individual in each of us, bringing hope.  

You cannot censor hope!

Hope is a light engrained so deeply within the Universe that death cannot even snuff it out.

Artists know this secret.

 They are able to read between the lines. 

They are the truth seekers.

They are the free-thinkers fanatics want to silence.

You cannot cripple an artist, excluding them or forcing them into silence is a gift. 

Silence is where an artist goes to create beauty.  

We can always use more of them – so please, censor away – for in the end, it will be the artist’s who heal the world with their beautiful stories.

 

Remember:

“Those who speak in parables and code harbour great secrets.”

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Turkey

Feeling a little bit like a turkey lately?

It’s alright to be a turkey.

Feel free to gobble up the day!

Happy Thanksgiving, Canada!

October 10th, 2022

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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True and Kind

“When words are both true and kind, They can change the world.” Gautama Budda   Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

True and Kind

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A few weeks ago during the last few days of a long drought, we had an early morning visitor arrive for coffee. 

When a moose appears on your doorstep, intent on sharing your morning cup of coffee,  it is always a special and sacred gift.  Moose are predominately solitary animals who are able to survive within any territory be it on lands such as forests, and prairies, or wet areas such as rivers, swamps or lakes.

The moose is an animal of contradictions.  It seems awkward and strange yet it is a majestic creature with tremendous grace despite its ungainliness. Moose have an undeniable sense of self and the simple fact that they are able to survive in any territory means that they have developed much wisdom.  We found ourselves very fortunate to receive this visitor for coffee and take part in the medicine it offered.

Moose are associated with the north direction on the Medicine Wheel.  The north direction represents wisdom.  Self-esteem is the medicine of Moose because it represents and recognizes that balanced power has been used in a situation and that you should be congratulated. 

The core of Moose medicine is in knowing the wisdom of silence, so that when it is proper to speak you can take pride in your words.

The Moose is a revered animal in the, “Great White North,” otherwise known as, “Canada.”

Canada just had its 155 year celebration on July 1st, 2022.

Moose Milk; is a traditional Canadian cocktail with its roots in historical celebrations.  The Royal Canadian NavyRoyal Canadian Air Force, and Canadian Army all claim to be the originators of the drink.

My exposure to Moose Milk has only been medicinal.  It was a remedy used by my family to cure the common cold.  It was a hot drink served in a coffee cup. The recipe consisted of whiskey, brown sugar, cream and boiled water.  It has never failed to cure the most stubborn of head colds.  The traditional Canadian cocktail differs from the one our family used as it can not only be served hot but cold.

We love cold drinks during our summer season in Canada and in the spirit of our Dominion Day celebration I have added a cold libation for you to try.  It is a slightly different version of Moose Medicine, a bonus treat, to celebrate Canada’s 155th celebration.   See the recipe below for ice cold Moose Milk. I hope you enjoy it throughout the hot summer months ahead.

Please use wisdom when consuming alcohol. Try to refrain from damaging your self-esteem or that of another by speaking when you could simply remain silent.  Ask Moose to help you honor the gifts you can give and recognize your worthiness into the future.  Remember to congratulate yourself for your successes in life.  Enjoy!

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

 

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Been to hell and back,

Gonna follow the Devils tracks,

Flew 23 hours toward the African sky,

To look that Devil in the eye,

 

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

 

Crawled up Table Mountain,

To look at Devil’s Peak,

Not a trek for someone,

Whose spirit is weak,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

 

Below me lies red African soil,

Where slaves once sweat and toiled,

Black maned Lions no longer roar there,

But, the blue eyed Devil doesn’t care,

 

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

One must follow when their Spirit calls,

So, away I went to Victoria Falls,

I took a dip in the Devil’s pool,

One thousand feet down if you’re his fool,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

 

The eyes are the windows of the soul,

But if looking in the Devil’s is your goal,

And, if you have the courage to take the dare,

Then the Devils gonna give you a hell of a scare!

 

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss.

 

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