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Off the beaten path a rolling stone gathers no moss.  The roll of its movement is like poetry in motion.

At a bridge too far, footsteps linger on a path.

A witness bearer is observing nature.

A rock falls, succumbs to the pressure and breaks in half. It will never be the same. Even pieced together, it will not ever be whole.  There will always be light shining through its center. 

Iridescent and beautiful, a shine traverses the in-between, always seeing both sides of an equation.

Never judging, never choosing which side is better, the lights only purpose; quiet acceptance.

It glistens and flows silently becoming the glue which clings to each half of a shattered foundation then with quiet support, it centers the mass – makes it stronger through the light bond of its touch and creates something new.

                  

Like a bridge too far reaching across a cut-face, light connects both sides.

Some rock hard,  stone like individuals previously stuck begin to cross over from the precipice of the cut-face.  They courageously take small steps until gravity intervenes and they roll smoothly across. Having bridged the gap they celebrate their new found strength.

Fear paralyzes the forward motion of others. Their burden is heavy. They must remain unmoving and solid.

“Even rocks can crack,” they say sadly.

This a dark fact rarely mentioned – cracking is forbidden. It’s taboo to admit weakness or even create an awareness of its existence because one would then notice a concrete failure in their foundation. 

Instead of rounded thoughts and wheels of motion to roll ahead, they form blocks. They see how easy blocks are to stack.  They gauge progress by building barriers instead of bridges. They notice how they feel stuck in the mire and begin to sink as they fall into the pressure of its darkness and crack.

But, they don’t notice the beauty, movement or force of the light connecting the pulsing broken shards of a stone and how it has formed others into glorious pieces of art.  Or, the peace that washes over a shattered, broken work in progress when it transforms through an acceptance of nature and, moves on; forever fragmented but beautifully whole; perfect while they dance and bond with the light of the in-between at the cut-face near the bridge too far.  Free.

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

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They gathered around the podium while he delivered insincere words with a vulpine smile.

The posh, stood behind their Leader in mute support.  Their heads bobbed in feigned agreement while they fixated on his every uttered word – they being his well paid entourage.  

A mob, enamored by the devilish Ruler but blind to his self-entitled ego, clamored about the podium hypnotized – enthralled – agog.  Drawn to his magnetic darkness, the crowd of followers had become nothing more than envious slaves duped into thinking they were free.  Instead, they were mere minions drawn into the black shroud of a false idol.  Infected by the beast’s insidious nature, and honeyed words their fervor the cause of chaos. Entranced and unwittingly infected, the gathering populous now formed in collaboration with the elitist cult to spread unease throughout their communities.

Those who were observant had no need to listen.  The Devil’s state and demeanor made it glaringly evident to those with keen vision that, ‘his’ only intent was on cursing the world and taking its power. (more…)

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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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Today, March the 8th, is an annual celebration and focal point in the movement for women’s rights where our social, economic, cultural and political achievements can be honored and a day where we can acknowledge the challenges we continue to face for equality.

For those of you out there who are battling against the ongoing attack of rights, privacy and opportunities of women, I salute you.   Your determination to carry on, even in moments of perceived weaknesses, are the hallmarks of strong women in our society today. 

As we grow in wisdom, strength and unity, let us continue to support and empower others with grace now and into the future.  May our grace transform world chaos into beauty by shining the light of truth on wrong.

Ida B. Wells-Barnett

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She drifted on an endless tide.  Emotions lapped at her sides like waves.  Some passed her by believing her to be redundant.  Others saw her value and tried to bring her aboard.  She was very desirable, a streamline, timeless vision.  Her knotted, gnarly appearance only added to her mystic. Along with her intrigue, she held little bark. Truly, a quality piece, one that they could work with but her weight was camouflaged within her well hewn exterior and to their surprise, she was heavy.

They pulled, tugged, heaved and attempted to rope her in to no avail. (more…)

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I am beyond the circle today, racing toward freedom.  “Oh, how I love to run.”

There is strength in my legs and courage in my heart.  My vision is keen.  I am galloping into uncharted territory but ancient wisdom within tells me I have traveled this path before.  I am not afraid.  With this knowledge, I strive forward gathering increased energy and speed.  The air on my face feels good.  It is cool and fresh.  My white mane and tail flow out behind me uninhibited.  I am breathing deeply, nostrils wide.  The inhalation of crisp translucent air has cleansed all senses.  My exhalations are mere puffs of white.  Purity has allowed my feet to float above the obstructions below so that I may glide along like wind.  All restrictions have been removed.  I have become a leader.  But, in my exuberance with the race toward freedom, I have forgotten my herd.  They have fallen behind. (more…)

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