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Hippie Dippy Trippy

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Time is like the endless sea
wave after wave it follows me 
nowhere to run nowhere to hide 
the darkness shows what's deep inside
the mystery of life is hard to see 
but love is real for you and me 
so close the door and leave your mind 
to dreams you've left so far behind

I wrote this poem in my teens, which was many moons ago. It’s interesting to see that I haven’t changed much since my first days of wandering onto this path of being a bohemian mystic.

Despite several decades, this poem still reflects an expression of myself that will forever be barefoot on a sandy beach looking up at the starry night sky.

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I am a child of the sixties and seventies, I grew up listening to Janis Joplin, The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix and the Doors. Words like; vibe, cosmic, hippie-dippy-trippy, universal, energy, truth, far out, Peace -Love & Bobby Sherman, are part of my daily vocabulary.

The ‘Make Love not War’ culture in which I was born, influenced me greatly and I totally consider myself to be a Flower Child.

The older I get, the more flowery I become!

I always thought I would grow up to be a refined, financially successful, steady career, married, proper retirement-kind of person. Despite my best efforts, I am nothing at all like I imagined.

Even though I have had so many life-breaking-creating-healing experiences since my early days of hugging trees, I am still here with bells on and feathers in my hair.

My path has always been one of healing. Ever since I was a little girl entering grade school, I have been in search of ways to find peace within myself. My emotional trauma has led me on an intricate journey to this beautiful new existence of being a spiritual healer.

My first day of kindergarten

It turns out conformity has never been my thing, and though I gave it my best shot, I am learning there are different ways to create success in this lifetime.

As a free-spirited raven I am building a nest based on my path of healing from a society that often seeks value in ways that deny the importance of Walking in Beauty.

My layers are slowly being shed and I am reborn into being the me I have always enjoyed the most, and that is the one where I get to make friends with the crows, be my artistic self, and connect with people using all of my favorite vocabulary words, like;

Spirit, Clarity, Hope, Beauty, and Love.

It’s a bit of a relief to shake from my petals the residue of learned expectations, so that I may embrace new ways of being that are more conducive to a life that is in alignment with all that I hold dear.

It feels good to live as my authentic self, even though some may think of me as a Trippy Dippy Hippie.

I think it’s hugely important during this time of cultural upheaval that we are experiencing worldwide to choose your own voice.

As part of the universal collective, I believe we can shift our energy into building a world that respects our earth and also our fellow humans, animals & other beings. The question we must all answer and then act upon is,

“What do you believe in?”

As a person who sees thing from a place of spirit, there are really only two choices.

Either you believe in uplifting hate or you believe in uplifting love. You will know the answer by the actions you take, the words you speak, and the kinds of choices you make and support.

Decide daily what it is that you are inspiring in this world.

Simple as that.

I am not quite sure where this path of mine is taking me, certainly not anywhere with a pension, but it does suit my vibe and feels cosmically right in my soul, so onward I must go.

In the light of a groovy crescent moon,

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Be Love, Raven

P.S I saw this today and wanted to share it with you

Ms. Tina Turner. 1939-2023.

“When I started as a solo artist, I was a female Black singer in my forties with no money and few prospects for gigs. Still, I kept a ‘never give up’ spirit. Part of my spiritual practice is to change poison into medicine, to transform roadblocks through positivity. The force of my positivity pushed the discriminatory ‘ isms’ standing in my way. We all have it within our power to make decisions and take actions that elevate us. Every day, we express who we are, and who we wish to become, through our thoughts, words and deeds. Choose the positive path in everything you do. Spread positivity and kindness. That’s the way.

My legacy is that I stayed on course, from beginning to the end. Because I believed in something inside of me.” –

Ms. Tina Turner. 1939-2023.

Rest In Peace ✨

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Hope Springs Eternal

People often ask why I like the East coast so much more than the West coast where I grew up, and I would have to say that experiencing the seasons is one of the things I love best of all.

Forsythia; one of the first flowers of Spring

Living in New England for the past 30 years has attuned me to the rhythm of life in a way I had never understood before, and learning to enjoy each season for its unique blessings and challenges, is a good way to create harmony between us and the natural world.  

Pussy Willow

Being part of the changing circle of creation, forces us out of our everydayness into something flowing and alive. Just when we have reached our limit of cold winter days, the warm tendrils of Spring make their way across the land into our hearts, whispering softly of its promised arrival.

Like the finest of connoisseurs, I can feel it coming from miles away. Waking up from our long slumber, siblings to the trees, bodies stretching up towards the sun, we arrive, rejoicing in our eternal story.

Experiencing both moments of hardship and joy, brought to us on the winds of each new season, strengthens our resolve to live fully and with gratitude, knowing underneath the fertile soil are the miraculous stirrings of new beginnings, wonders never cease.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall; each an opportunity to celebrate the gifts from Mother Earth, and to release any lingering shadows held far too long, inspiring healing choices of forgiveness and love.

The symphony of birds outside my window every morning sing to me of dreams created during long winter nights. Heralding its arrival, robins sent out as tiny ambassadors announce the brightness of a new day.

Every season different, from beginning to end, renews our spirit, offering us a chance to grow and adjust our path. Though the days of time move in a continuous circle, our footsteps, if we desire, never having to be the same. 

Spring is in full bloom here in New England, and has been for a couple of weeks. The tulips and daffodils are lovely and already the magnolia blossoms are losing their petals, yet their sweet fragrance fills the air.

A dogwood tree in my front yard has started flowering, and each day on my walk I see something wondrous. Soon baby geese will paddle gently behind their parents on the lake, and I will take great pleasure in spying bunnies nibbling on clover during my morning walk.

Dogwood tree blossoms

Already the young crows are exploring, their voices loud overhead as they call to each other through the trees; under the fullness of the moon I hear the frogs sing across the water, and just today I saw my first butterfly, it’s wings softly painted white.

The arrival of this particular Spring has gently nudged me out from under the umbrella of melancholy I have long sheltered beneath, and into the cleansing rain of a new season.

“Life is brief and very fragile, do that which makes you happy,” is a quote I saved as a teenager. I made it into a collage which I brought with me when I moved here from California over 3 decades ago. I have it hung in my room as a daily reminder.

Despite my uncertainty in the unknown future, I am determined to remain open to all the beautiful possibilities life has to offer. The magic of each season holds a special message for everyone of us, if only we are willing to listen.

Drip-drop, ribbit-croak, nibble-hop, waddle-paddle, blossom-grow, flutter-fly, caw-caw

In Springy Peace, Happy first day of May!

Raven 

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