Yesterday I held, for the first time, a Past Life Workshop. I must admit it took a lot of preparation, and I was a bit nervous. However, the day went exceptionally well!
I had prepared artwork for each of the participants and asked them to sit with the artwork and see where it would lead their intuition. Then I did a 12 minute private reading for each one. Afterwards, we talked about how each one could relate what had happened in that life to what is going on in their lives today. The results were astonishing.
I want to thank each of you who attended and to let everyone know I am planning my Second Past Life Workshop for Saturday, April 17th.
Anyone interested can get the info on my website.
My head is still reeling and I am very tired, but I am so pleased with yesterday's results.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Two Poems for The Wind
LIVING BENEATH THE WIND - MariJo Moore
There are silences and there are silences.
Some that are pertinent to life
some rewarding in the mere
effort of observing them.
The sweet silence of a child's smile
the majestic silence of an eagle in flight
the deadly silence before the click of a gun
the destitute silence of eyes in old photographs.
The bitter silence of an unmarked grave
the murky silence of a still muddy lake
the angry silence of one who cannot fight back
the unaided silence of one's last breath.
There is also the silence that lives
beneath the wind.
A soundless sound which sometimes goes
awry and awakens a power that uproots
old trees and urges snowflakes into blizzards.
There is something extraordinary in this silence
something so fierce and creative
it is somehow inviting.
If ever this silence comes knocking at your door
listen closely with your heart.......
it has much to reveal.
© 1997 from Spirit Voices of Bones
OBSERVATION - MariJo Moore
The wind is a wild, wild woman
who knocks at the doors
of imposters
and screams inside
their brains.
© 2005 from Confessions of a Madwoman
There are silences and there are silences.
Some that are pertinent to life
some rewarding in the mere
effort of observing them.
The sweet silence of a child's smile
the majestic silence of an eagle in flight
the deadly silence before the click of a gun
the destitute silence of eyes in old photographs.
The bitter silence of an unmarked grave
the murky silence of a still muddy lake
the angry silence of one who cannot fight back
the unaided silence of one's last breath.
There is also the silence that lives
beneath the wind.
A soundless sound which sometimes goes
awry and awakens a power that uproots
old trees and urges snowflakes into blizzards.
There is something extraordinary in this silence
something so fierce and creative
it is somehow inviting.
If ever this silence comes knocking at your door
listen closely with your heart.......
it has much to reveal.
© 1997 from Spirit Voices of Bones
OBSERVATION - MariJo Moore
The wind is a wild, wild woman
who knocks at the doors
of imposters
and screams inside
their brains.
© 2005 from Confessions of a Madwoman
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