Poem for Group

Gathering

Unheard laughter hangs in the air,

heavier than the unshed tears

we are all avoiding.

 

Unheard laughter

caught as a bird beating its wings against an open door

hangs in the air, quivering.

 

Unshed tears push their way past the laughter.

With a sudden thump, we feel our eyes becoming wet,

our hearts lighten.

 

Unshed tears filter through our sense of self,

touching us where we promised we would never

let anything in again.

 

Falling

filling the room with

a shared gratefulness.

 

Now

now

we can allow the bird to fly out the open door…

 

 

MariJo Moore © August 14, 2009

Special Day of Gratitude

Today, August 18, marks my 23rd year of sobriety. How grateful I am! If I had not had loving people to encourage me, help me, guide me, I would not be here today enjoying my wonderful son, his wife, and my two beautiful granddaughters. So, thank you to all who have touched my heart, my spirit, my life throughout these past years. Thank you to all of those who have read my books, encouraged me to keep writing, and let me know that creativity is such an important part of our lives.

And a special thank you to all who attend our gatherings and workshops. 

We have just begun...

Update on August 9th Gathering

This past Sunday Spirit Speaking Gathering was tremendous. We laughed, we cried, we shared, we laughed and cried some more. The energy that comes during these gatherings is so very powerful; I feel the deepening connection to Spirit long after everyone has gone.
I am so grateful for what is happening here. Not only do I see the spiritual growth in so many others, I feel it in myself, as well.
Our next Gathering will be Sunday, August 23, and we will be discussing "Breaking Through the Ego to Spiritual Enlightenment."
Today, I am working on preparing for "The Healing Power of Colors Workshops," which will be held Saturday, Sept. 26 and Saturday, October 17, with the continuation workshop on Saturday, November 7th. Please mark your calendars!

Again, I want everyone to know that I welcome your comments, and that I am so grateful for all of the work that we are doing.

New Poem

WITHOUT CEREMONIES     MariJo Moore © August 5, 2009

The Spirits are restless.

Smoldering fog skipping across the water

they taste the earth

they smell the sky.

The earth tastes bitter

we have not honored her.

The sky smells acrid

we have poured anger into him.

The Spirits are restless.

The masks we don to become them

have grown stale and salty with blood

of those who wore them before.

Our blood doesn't run.

Our blood doesn't mingle.

Our blood is stagnated 

to the point of becoming toxic.

The Spirits are restless

and we are to blame.

Sat August 1 Workshop Update

The "Working With The Rock People Workshop" held here yesterday  (August 1) was wonderful and  enlightening, and I am so grateful to all who attended.

We are all learning how we are interconnected to everything by Spirit (energy) and how our ancestors used this medicine to help heal and to grow spiritually.

Again, I am grateful to those who are sharing this path with me and accepting my role as teacher and student as well.

Those of you who have signed up for the August 15th workshop (same as the one held yesterday) are in for a great revelation and sharing.