Finding Clarence

Now would be a great time to look for Clarence, i.e., clarity plus guidance. Look in those places you thought you had long forgotten or left behind as a child. Clarence is there,waiting for you to come home.

There is…..

A Gathering in (breath)

….and a stretching out (breath)

Like the Ocean  (breath)…..Like the Wind….(breath)

Like the seasons (breath)….Like the moon…(breath)

It is the heart beat of the earth.(sigh)

Can you hear it? …Can you feel it? (smile)


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Remembering the “Others” (during these times)

Where ever you are! PLEASE REMEMBER THE ANIMALS and OTHERS!!!!If you have considered reaching out and doing something kind for someone or making a donation to someone that may be in need, please consider that many pet adoption centers, nature centers, animal rehab programs, Humane Societies, animal rescue and even arboretums and “saving the forest” programs and many more such unselfish programs have had to close their doors. But the animals and their friends are still there and require food and care…..So please make a donation to such an organization today….(you’re getting a stimulus check so no excuses!) If you feel uncomfortable with giving money, then donate food or volunteer your time!!!!

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gwyns paw

Thank U!

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Rest Into My Bones

by P. R. Lowe, March 23, 2020

Rest into my bones
no use moaning about what is
or may be or was
I’d like to remember
all the words
I heard in the night
they were wise and profound
but I felt too wowed and tired
to write them all down…
… Detach from that
which causes you grief or sorrow
or beliefs about tomorrow
that you do not share
or even care to know
walk in the wood
where all is good
and they cannot find you
or bind you to contracts
written in hell
do not dwell in places
where you are not welcome
or put stock in faces
that are too big smiling
and too much beguiling
rest into your bones
where your own truth resides
live in your heart
where your true love abides

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The Great Equalizer & HAPPY EQUINOX!

Someone recently remarked to me that the current “buggeroo” .that is having its way with most of the world (I shall not name it, claim it or put it on a leash and walk it about!) was the great equalizer…much to that simple remark. MUCH coming into balance, even if from where you are standing it may not seem, look or feel like it. Someone also shared with me that pollution has decreased and the birds seem to be singing a lot louder. It is a great reminder that humans are NOT the only inhabitants of this amazing planet!…..”the great equalizer!”
So here at the day of the spring equinox…when the light and the dark are coming into complete harmony.. when the light will be on the increase. I urge you to go out and just sit under a tree and be in peace ( after all you may actually have the time now.)..”all is as it should be”. We just seldom get the whole picture. So I leave you with the following Druid prayer
Grant Great Spirit thy protection
and in protection, strength,
and in strength,understanding,
and in understanding,knowledge,
and in knowledge, the knowledge of justice,
and in justice, the love of it,
and in the love of it, the love of all existences,
and in the love of all existences,
the love of Spirit and all goodness
May there be peace in the North
May there be peace in the South
May there be peace in the West
May there be peace in the East
A blessing on your days
A blessing on your life
A blessing on the land

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Happy Healing and The Three Sisters


 A couple of days ago I posted a photo of The Path to Healing. Here is another shot of the     same path from a different perspective…and to what (or rather to whom) it leads to…..that is,The Three Sisters Healing Tree. Standing in the center of this tree is an amazing experience for me…I often feel lifted up off the ground, lighter and more buoyant, which is healing in itself….. but I always feel hugged, connected to a greater source and almost always come away feeling like a healing has occurred for me and the tree…even if it doesn’t occur immediately. Three Sister Trees can be found through out the woods here..and I have seen them in other places as well…I bet you have one near you. Happy Healing!healing 3 sisters tree 2

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The Path To Healing

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The Path To Healing

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Love is Here

by P. R.Lowe
February 13, 2020

Lovely places… pretty faces      tree
gracing the trees and plants
with smiles that beguile
the caterpillars and bees
these are the things
to take home in your camera
your pocket… your heart
they stand apart
from a world seemingly
gone mad with sadness
anger… and fear
and they are always here
right beside you
to sooth you and guide you
to another world
that unfurls itself
before you everyday
to a loving space…
and better way

Note: …been humming the song “Love is Coming” ever since I got back from my all day stint in town yesterday…and as I sit here by the window with my journal …these words come to me…”no, it is already here…..just allowing it to come in is the thing…..allowing it to wash over you…to flood your senses …to see and feel the “pretty” that resides at your back door. Can you see it feel it…embrace it….even inside where clutter and “to dos” seem to lurk in every corner???

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An Auspicious Time….

A new Journal begun…A Druid Moon (second quarter)…Imbolc…a new month…and a new decade. I choose a day of rest and ritual….seeing, being, celebrating all life… large and small, seen and unseen. Time to move out of and away from the sludge and into the light…or better said “into My light”. Time to sew seeds in different soil…in a different way…and perhaps new seeds altogether ..not the ones carried over from the old garden…magic seeds that have fallen in your path over the last year and perhaps for many years passed…the ones that have been gifted you over and over by that “other garden”…the ones you have trodden over or even ignored..or felt too busy or tired to bend over and pick them up…let alone plant them.
Step with care over the plowed up clods and find fertile, secure and loving spaces for your self and your new seeds. Protect your secret garden and avoid the plowman who may not have their best interest at heart.

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more wondrous things

look closely….a leaf inside a  leaf….surrounded by leaves…magic…..DSCN2185


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Diary of a Mad Hatter…back to faerie land

P.R. Lowe, January 27, 2020
I love this quiet space in the mornings that I am often the receiver of…more often than not these days There have been “many-a-time” when I did not have this and would long for such a luxury (even when I was a child). No rhyme…no reason, no need to complain or explain to anyone (as the queen would say)….so why am I wasting this space thinking of people… so and so and so and so on (and OMG, is there actually a new one or two in the line up?) And did you really think I would name them here? Aside from being pointless, it would just place them in concrete blocks and set them about the garden forever; to stumble over? Let me get back to wonderland -faerie land, if you will, and my warm tea, and what is outside my window. And let me release and vanquish “the list” and the “to dos” that seem to be marching right along side all those faces and names like an army of ugly warring trolls determined to squash every flower in the meadow – in the valley – in the realm. And let me not think on it, dwell upon it, or write about it any more…my tea is tea is getting cold and the day burns bright down the garden path and into the woods, where all is as it should be.

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