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
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Poem for the snow
INTERIM
Come visit me
Spirit of Solitude
for today
there is snow
softly and pleasantly falling
filling the woods with a quality
of freshness and renewal.
No work today
only time
gentle time
spent alone with all of creation
and time
gentle time
always comes with
an essence of healing.
Come visit me
Spirit of Solitude
warm yourself at my fire
for today
there is snow
softly and pleasantly falling
in gentle time
with an essence of healing.
Come...
© MariJo Moore
Come visit me
Spirit of Solitude
for today
there is snow
softly and pleasantly falling
filling the woods with a quality
of freshness and renewal.
No work today
only time
gentle time
spent alone with all of creation
and time
gentle time
always comes with
an essence of healing.
Come visit me
Spirit of Solitude
warm yourself at my fire
for today
there is snow
softly and pleasantly falling
in gentle time
with an essence of healing.
Come...
© MariJo Moore
Monday, January 18, 2010
This past weekend's workshop
Thanks to all of you who attended... we had some new attendees this time!
Animals can teach us so much about ourselves and we need to learn all we can about ourselves during this time.
Stay strong!
Looking forward to our Spirit Speaking Gathering next Sunday.
Glorious weather today.... so nice to be able to stand in the sun and not shiver....
Animals can teach us so much about ourselves and we need to learn all we can about ourselves during this time.
Stay strong!
Looking forward to our Spirit Speaking Gathering next Sunday.
Glorious weather today.... so nice to be able to stand in the sun and not shiver....
Friday, January 8, 2010
Random thoughts...
I look outside my windows and see the bright sunshine and then I step outside on the porch and the coldness sucks my breath away...
Life is so full of ambiguity...
I was without power for four days and without furnace heat for ten days and I was so very cold but determined to get through the time and I was more creative than I have been in a month or so...
My new book has finally arrived and due to weather conditions, I had to cancel my first reading/signing for tonight in downtown Asheville..
but the book is beautiful and I am so pleased with it...
Life is so full of ambiguity...
I was without power for four days and without furnace heat for ten days and I was so very cold but determined to get through the time and I was more creative than I have been in a month or so...
My new book has finally arrived and due to weather conditions, I had to cancel my first reading/signing for tonight in downtown Asheville..
but the book is beautiful and I am so pleased with it...
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy Holidays!
To everyone who has been kind enough to follow this blog, I wish you wonderful blessings during this holiday season.
There is a new year right around the corner!
2010 - oh my goodness!!
There is a new year right around the corner!
2010 - oh my goodness!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
How I Am Feeling Today
This morning (December 18, 2009) as I looked outside, I saw a red-tailed hawk circling, circling, circling in the falling snow.
I went inside, got some tobacco to offer, and realized she was reminding me of a poem I had written several years ago:
Underneath The Hawk’s Scream
I stood underneath the hawk's scream
long enough to know I didn't understand
long enough to know I needed to go deeper
long enough to know that the crows crowding her,
distressing her, tearing at her with their indifference
were there for a reason as were the blue jays quietly listening.
How badly did she want her nest in that tree?
What would she endure to make sure her cries were respected?
Her creations were born?
I stood underneath the hawk's scream long enough to realize
she was not screaming from frustration
she was screaming to be heard
long enough to know she was teaching me how to persevere.
"Carry on!” she shrieked at me.
"You have a right. It came with birth."
(©2005 from Confessions of a Madwoman)
These days, I get so caught up in what I am working on, I forget what has been given to me: all the gifts of writings, teachings, lessons, stories, etc., that I have shared with others. Today, the hawk reminded me of what I have been given, and in essence, reminded me to share these strengths with myself.
I went inside, got some tobacco to offer, and realized she was reminding me of a poem I had written several years ago:
Underneath The Hawk’s Scream
I stood underneath the hawk's scream
long enough to know I didn't understand
long enough to know I needed to go deeper
long enough to know that the crows crowding her,
distressing her, tearing at her with their indifference
were there for a reason as were the blue jays quietly listening.
How badly did she want her nest in that tree?
What would she endure to make sure her cries were respected?
Her creations were born?
I stood underneath the hawk's scream long enough to realize
she was not screaming from frustration
she was screaming to be heard
long enough to know she was teaching me how to persevere.
"Carry on!” she shrieked at me.
"You have a right. It came with birth."
(©2005 from Confessions of a Madwoman)
These days, I get so caught up in what I am working on, I forget what has been given to me: all the gifts of writings, teachings, lessons, stories, etc., that I have shared with others. Today, the hawk reminded me of what I have been given, and in essence, reminded me to share these strengths with myself.
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