This was written by one of my daughters friends and sent to her. My daughter passed it in to me. It is kinda jumbled but boy when I read and thought about this, what a concept.


Do you know
what the shamrock represents>?
umm..no ?
unity.
hmm...
This little conversation took place AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED IN MY HEAD V V VV V V V V V please be carful what you say to me...

LOL

I have about 3 plants I thought to myself ...maybe 5~ three show cased none the less.... numerous dirt pots in the corners of my home, I STILL water in hope.
this morning as I do the dishes I have one of my oldest Shammys... sitting on the counter.. I watered it, I smile at it ..in the winter I think of it like a bonsai tree...my miniature world I have always reveled in but don't partake of when its cold outside... it is a miniature of a place I would go to to sit with God ..and praise Him for the music, and poetry in NAture and my self ..
It is my "church"
If you don't understand "WE are ONE' as the Natives recognize all things then you are REALLY missing the heart of the word LIFE

I thought about it ... it looks beautiful I love my Shammy/rock.. skimpy...weathered...ewww bugs too. I think its "NATURAL" beauty. The strands of clover tall and wavering over the heart shaped rock remind me of the evergreens & the feather ..the wise old trees from the lil story One feather and the Breeze...
Trees hold the energy & secrets of time, life and loyalty..love nurture nurture.
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OK so its not like the NEW ones in the living room ..full big and thick but this one has been here for a long time with me and my thoughts ..my conversations with friends, my moods... dinners..my prayerful duties I get with tears (sometimes.)
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I looked again and I could hear my Sister snip... what is that?
Why would you keep that?
(The little pot with dirt and a rock on the counter by the sink.....)
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There have been times i subconsciously would think why do i keep tending this dirt pot? Today all things came together. SHWING**

I thought of my Garden..MY yard poem..
Welcome to my garden....
where the
Rocks are soft
butterflies are brave and the bees...in my garden, are friendly
come have a drink and rest awhile.
I said that one day looking at my yard
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NOw Offended.. cuz I know that she throws things away as soon as they don't suit her any longer and she can buy more..better... stylish...fresh ...whatever!?
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What do you MEAN !!?? I snapped back.. WTF?!

That?! I pointed at my precious pot of dirt and a stone..as she glared at it... ( here is when my warrior goddess JUMPS to protect and defend)
...I got a lump in my throat so fast...

my heart.. my soul ...my true self.... ?!

and all in an instant the tears were right there and kind of shocked at myself ... but still ... it was an immediate reaction....
That isn't dirt! That ... THAT is HOPE!
My HOPE! (oh... so that is why I keep it to practice hope)

Why do I keep that mostly dirt and rock on my counter next to me while I do dishes?..... Cause I live with a hope because I can, b'cuz what GOD has gotten my thru.
"THAT" is my relationship with the Great Spirit, there have been so many times that I know I looked just like that ... Nothing/dirt pot..(in the way too)

....yet sitting up above it all ...patient , kind , and funny and cheering for me ..NOT giving up on ME was & is
my rock,my shield, my hope, my salvation,
my SUN coaxing me gently through yet another wild season of LIFE!
How many times have we been SO hurt, angry, guilty, caught up caught in ... forgiving OR blaming everyone and never seeing our part in our lives?
that we weren't walking in ouuur own moccassins?...that we weren't even present in what we do & have done for others... being
proud of the things we were doing...or forgiving OURSELVES?
and we were doing them 'cause we are good but the connection got broke somewhere and rather than feeling the joy... of our efforts and courage and strength ... we went thru the motions like zombies?...missing laughter and smiles The Blessings it is the attitude not the action/perfection that heals others
and yourself. Energy follows intention.make it good.
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Where would i be if God didn't find the rock a beautiful spot to sit and make himself comfy to wait ...while I stubbornly struggle thru the "h/dirt" ( He can't help us unless we ask for it & allow change to bring it. "ego" edges out GOD)
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to push thru reaching upward because I want to begin again...I want more of my time in the SON...season! LIVING IN JOY (balanced)

He let me ...in my time...He was cheering for me sending me grace and energy.
Its worth it ...you can do it ... its what its all about..LIVE while you can
FREE...WILD and BEAUTIFUL! In the game.

GOD always stay & waits by our side ...watches me grow... lets me struggle..learn about the best thing in life there is to know myself (in all my wonderful stubborn silly ways) He waits... (i'm thinking HE laughs and sez "SELF,wow, out did myself with this one")

He did't let me go ... He let me grow. I DID not get thrown out when I was dark, down and dirty...

yep ... that is it!!!.......... I like to stay in that place of hope all the time... now.

and the seasons?...like anything ...once you get used to the fact they come and go.... that change is constant its becomes a new season cuz now you can ask..and choose.
what will you do about it ?
look back with guilt or move on with knowledge?
run?
hide?
pout?
punch?
hate ur self?
drink?
drug?
or ROOOOOOooLL BABY?!!
RIDE THAT WAVE?
CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN!
HIT THAT TARGET
WALK THAT PATH
MAKE A NEW TRAIL
YOU CAN BE ON THE CURB OR IN THE PARADE...HA!
TAKE THAT KIDDIES!
Life is the greatest adventure that you can't get out of & my friend THE clock is running..your in!ur on! somewhere you already shouted, "BRING IT"
SO now that ur here...
choose your weapon...take your stand and YOU BET ...CARRY THAT ATTITUDE! With a grateful heart
WE ARE THE FLOWERS OF THE PLANET in thiS DIRT POT
WE ARE THE SEEDS
AND HE IS UP THERE SITTING TENDIN TO US & WATCHING AND HOPING WE CHOOSE TO GRAB LIFE BY THE BALLS AND FIND THE JOYRIDE IN THE WILD RUSH IT CARRIES on ....IF WE LET IT.

....IF you can begin to look for the beautiful parts, even if it is a terrible time of the year... you Can begin to recognize faith: it is believing in what we cannot even see
and leads us to HAVE hope.........
ANYWHERE you find yourself!