Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too!

Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too! (Inspired by the Teachings of Elizabeth Anne Hin)

Beloveds, 

The sun shone on a crisp Fall day,

and the wind blew so that leaves

danced as old friends, and Eternal Lovers.

Even now the music plays in my head.

A drum beats steadily

as bells create joyful melodies of Grace.

It was then that many were reborn.

Reborn with the understanding

that Love is patience in the knowing

and feeling of humility, and compassion.

Many were re-born knowing 

Love is all there is, and ever was.

 

And therefore it is no surprise

that today we find ourselves 

amongst the fallen red/orange/

yellow/green leaves

and gather them tenderly

as if they are our most precious possessions.

 For these leaves represent

 the passage of time---a settling,

 an understanding,

 an appreciation of Grace.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

are surprised, really, 

that we don’t re-member 

to fully embrace the breath of our hearts.

 It is a breath as sweet as jasmine

 as salty as an ocean breeze,

 as light and refreshing

 as the smell of trees when it rains.

 The breath is all things

 that allow us a new understanding of the old.

 We often have reason for celebration

 for we are ancient in our desire,

 in our faith, and our understanding.

 And re-member, since the beginning of time

 Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

have said that

 Peace is a pathway that lies

 beneath each thought, feeling, and action.

 Peace is an opportunity

 to create a world of tranquility

 filled with hope, and manifested by healing.

 Peace is the smile of joy

 on a child’s face as she or he

 holds the hand of a grandparent

 and adoringly they say to eachother,

 I Love you!

 Peace is each of us re-visiting our anger

 and forgiving ourselves through Love.

 Peace is honoring the healing process

 and holding a space for the joy

 that can come after.

 Peace is each of us walking tranquilly

 with no guns, no weapons of mass destruction,

 and no more red buttons in the White House

 created to annihilate the World.

 Peace is Hope, day and night

 illuminated by hard work, and the quest

 for cures of all the ills of our society.

 Peace is illuminated by each step into Grace

 and the reconciliation of differences

 that now serve to plant

 new seeds in our Universal Garden.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

are surprised, really,

 that we don’t re-member Harmonics

 as the flowers of Grace which eternally

 have formed new bouquets of hope,

 of infinite healing, of courage,

 of solutions to age old challenges.

 These bouquets honor and salute

 our entire sentient family

 and reflect a unique understanding

 of the future of the Universe.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too 

are asking us to become

more aware of a special sense of order.

Rebirth, transformations,

endings, beginnings again, and again 

remind us that there is 

always cause for celebration,

always an opportunity to expand our vision,

and our hearts.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too 

are asking Us to pay more attention;

 to walk in the field of miracles,

 to embrace the newness of leaves

 fallen with hope, appreciation and courage.

 What if in this moment we imagine

 a potential new healing

 supported by angels, masters and spirit guides

 as well as trees, mountains, oceans,

 sea lions, eagles, doves, dolphins and whales?

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

tell us that Truth is the constant re-minder

and the unearthing in the Now.

Truth is the intuition and courage 

within each of us.

Truth is the desire to live, hope and dream

of  Love---of a tranquil world with opportunity,

healing, food, equity,

and the fulfillment of Good Dreams for all.

Truth is a new song created by the Symphony.

The chords are stronger, 

the harmony intensified.

Surety is the reality.

Resistance too is a part of the Song.

Together it all becomes a Symphony of Love

within the passage of time.

Love is traveling through unknown pathways.

Love is with new purpose.

Love is with new meaning.

It is a song where fear is transformed 

into hope with the courage to take

a solo of compassion created by humility.

The Symphony of Love creates a 

New Infinite  that carries us beyond; 

in this time,

 and beyond, the beyond, the beyond!

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

remind us that Joy is in the be-ing,

 in the recognizing, in the acceptance of Love.

 As breathing creates the pathway

 for the journey of Love

 into new sound vibrations of Harmonic Grace.

 The Sun shone on a crisp Fall day,

 and the wind blew so that leaves

 danced as old friends, and Eternal Lovers.

Ancient Grandmothers, and Grandfathers too

 are surprised; really,

 that we don’t re-member Harmonics

 as the flowers of Grace which Eternally

 have formed new bouquets of Hope,

 of Infinite Healing, of Courage, of Love

 and Solutions to Age Old Challenges.

Please, Breathe Deeply and Re-member!

Always, Melony 

 (c) Miss Mellie Rainbow aka Melony McGant

 10/29/07