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Like the feet of a thousand talented birds,raindrops tap dance across my roof bringing joy, with each small beat upon the corrugations. While some steps are as light as feathers others drum out the song of life giving rain.

Crickets call to each other through the rain letting the world know that Mother Nature is drawing in the life giving rain. Frogs fill their lungs to expand and contract and fill the night with their calls of Barock! Barock! and in turn, they welcome the rain.

It is a time of rebirth, of new beginnings……open your heart and feel the life giving force that has been released and, at the same time smell the essence of life that Mother Earth is presenting to you as a gift, with no strings attached and all that you have to do is reach out, take it and treasure it…it is free!….it is yours!

Hold it close to your heart……and be free within the universe of your soul.

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We Need

We need to find love and peace,
To hold each other once at least.
Not to hate and go to war,
That’s not what we were put here for.

We need all people to join hands
No matter they come from different lands.
To live in perfect harmony
With each small insect, bird or tree.

We need the love of one another,
To be able to call each man brother.
To set our sights on higher goals,
To watch and learn as life unfolds.

We need to learn that we all vibrate,
The trees, the rocks, but at a different rate.
Ancient cultures learned this lesson,
We can to, if we stop and listen.

Let’s join with nature in her sweet song,
And please to bring a friend along.
To take the challenge, to sow the seed
To show another……..We need.

My only wish is that this small rhyme
Will help someone at another time.
To find their way, their truth unfold,
To take the step, to find their soul.

Mist clawed its way through the undergrowth while the leaves of the giant tree ferns dripped with the water that they were catching and funneling down through their trunks and into the earth. The silence was deafening and only broken by the occasional bird call from deep within this primeval forest. From somewhere far into the centre of the forest came a soft beating much like the sound a baby hears when first placed next to its mother. It is the sound of life, the steady beat of a heart with its comforting thump, thump, thump which is, in its self, reassuring to all that take the time to listen.

Occasionally, from the corner of the eye, you would catch an explosion of colour as a butterfly fluttered from one tropical flower to another through a shaft of daylight that the forest had allowed to penetrate through its canopy and reach the floor, as if to try and encourage a new generation of growth. Lizards scampered over the remains of forest giants who, as they had grown older, had given their lives and fallen to the floor of the forest in an effort to replenish the earth as their ancestors had done for millions of years past. And still the steady thump thump drew me even further towards the centre. Over fallen trees, across crystal clear streams of ice cold water which, when drank, tasted of such purity that it was as though, through its DNA, the forest was offering up memories of a simpler way of life so that the memory would be retained for all time in the mind of man.

After many hours of walking through this oasis I finally broke through into the center. For what seemed like minutes I was unable to breath for the beauty that reached out in front of me overpowered the senses. In a clearing which measured no more than a couple of hundred meters in diameter were wild flowers of every colour. Standing amongst them was a family of deer while all around them iridescent birds and butterflies flew in and out of the trees gathering food. The buck lifted his head and looked in my direction with his soft, sad, brown eyes. It was as if he was pleading with me to help save his family from what he knew was coming. My heart ached as I looked deep into those velvet eyes and I became one with the forest. As if in some long lost synchronicity, our hearts beat as one in the steady thump, thump, thump which had , up to that time, only been a veiled memory in the recesses of my mind and, we were joined by the life force of every living thing within the forest. To this day I am not sure how long I stayed in that magical place as it may have been hours or, it may have been days but when I eventually started to make my way across the clearing and through to the other side of the forest my thoughts were filled with the beauty and my soul was at peace.

As I broke through the undergrowth to the other side of the forest I was confronted by the sound of machinery and, spread out in front of me, over mud caked hills was what was left of that section of forest. Men were lighting fires to remove all evidence of what had stood and what they considered waste while others used chain saws to attack even more of the majestic trees and I realised what the forest had been trying to tell me. That it was the last of its kind as mans greed had removed the rest.

As I stood there and watched the sensless destruction tears filled my eyes and, as if once more I had became one with the forest............ my heart screamed.

It was one of those nights when you can’t get to sleep no matter how much you toss and turn. You can plump the pillows a thousand times; it is too hot with the blankets up too cold with them down. For the umpteenth time I had looked at the bedside clock and this time, it read three thirteen am. In desperation I decided to listen to the football game, a night game .

I tuned in just after half time and had no idea just who was winning and who was losing but the enthusiasm of both sides got me in as I listened. From one end of the field to the other they would run feet pounding, heaving grunts from tackles as one after another they passed the ball back and forth. Every so often a fight would break out and interrupt play until it was sorted out. Lines men and ball boys were running up and down the side lines as the players grunted, groaned and screamed for the ball.

The enthusiasm of the players was catching and the crowd joined in with the team songs each time their team came close to scoring. Every so often a Mexican wave would start up and move slowly around the edges of the playing field while the team supporters clapped their hands and stamped their feet in an endless thunder of enthusiasm. The game seemed to go on for hours and every time that I looked at the red numbers on the alarm clock they seemed to be looking back and mocking me as another fifteen or twenty minutes had slipped away with no sleep.

I still don't know what the final score was but, if those bloody Possums have another game on my roof tonight, I will be buying some live traps and moving them on to another playing field....in a land Far, Far, Away.

As I write this I am sitting on the front porch watching the end of a storm pass by. I can smell the freshness that the rain has left and everything feels as though Mother Nature has once again cleansed the world of sadness.

I smell the freshly mown lawns that I had cut just before the storm arrived. The smell of grass is sweet and yet, at the same time sharp to my senses.

The ocean is also sending me a message as, on the wind I smell the sea, it is a message of Dolphins and Whales, of natures treasures and, of mermaids.

I can feel the call of the sea as it lifts my spirit carrying it away, to deep within its depth's. It is here that I find peace. Light filters from above as I am surrounded by the Kaleidoscope of blues and greens, of the ocean and her creatures. Safe within her depths I reflect upon my life as a gentle current rocks me.

I remember both the good times and the bad. I think of the illness that has plagued me since birth, of losing my brothers and father to cancer. Of a niece who after having been given twelve months to live has also passed over. While sadness fills me, I think that within there is a message of lessons learnt, of knowing that they no longer suffer from pain. That, I have learnt to cope with loss and have become a stronger person because of it. They, that have gone before, have sacrificed their lives so that I could learn this lesson. Am I worthy of such sacrifice ? I can only trust that the Universe, in it's great wisdom, has some plan for me to carry out to show that their passing was not in vain. They came, as we all do, to this planet to learn and to teach so that we who are left can move on to a higher level of consciousness. Tears spring to the corners of my eyes as I reflect and, sadness overtakes my senses.

As I sit here I feel my guides and angels around me. They cradle me as a Mother cradles a new born child....in a feeling of love and, I know that my family is still with me.