Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too!

Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too! 

Beautiful People, 

Please, Breathe and Exhale Deeply Ten Times.  

Please Re-Member!  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 of integrity.

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 of Integrity 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.

Breathe and Exhale Deeply Ten Times. Please, Re-Member Love!

Believe. Breathe. Live. Love.

Melony💫❤️💫

aka Miss Mellie  Rainbow 🌈 

(Inspired by the teachings of Elizabeth Anne Hin) written October, 2007, in Vermont.