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Words And Quotes

1/28/2020

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This is today's quote that appeared on my phone as I woke up this morning. This is the first morning that my little Freyja is not with me in the wee hours. The evenings started calming down days ago and I can only guess that last night all was peaceful again so she is with her mommy. It feels as though my time of being here is finishing. And with this sense of completion and preparations for returning home I am greeted with this guidance. It may have been found by Priest Strange in the celestial archives or akashic records.

And out the window once again are snow fairies dancing in the sky. After a few above freezing days I have missed that magic. Sweet blessing for me. It is a reminder of that incredible night when Freyja arrived and the next morning revealed a thick blanket. And after we came home my mantra began singing, "just weave the nest". One of the most important take-aways for me is about patience and perseverance and their magical effect. If only we can just catch those moments when patience and perseverance are needed there would be no need for our difficulties or the appearance of perceived obstacles. But we are human, we do err. We are emotional beings and so many times we are confused. But, with patience and perseverance there is healing.

We do possess all that we need for this life. We are the creators of our lives. Even with all of the influences of our families, our environment, our culture, nature's whims and levelings it is how we decide to be an artist for our own lives that matters. We are given a canvas and materials to paint with, collage with, create with. There are moments, and I know they can be very fleeting and very far in between, when you can recognize that you do have a choice, a direction that you can go. It is then that you become most aware you truly are an active participant in the creation of your life and how you appreciate it. Those that love you can mirror to you what you are painting and guide you in your creations as we truly all have just what we need, right here, right inside. Dig down in those depths, feel it, squish it, touch it, bring it forward.

I am also so grateful for my friends who have read along with me on my little journey. Thank you for the opportunity to write about this creation. When you are an expressive person as I am there is a deep need to get it out, share it and look at it. It helps me. I enjoy feeling connected with those who I care about and at this time those I have shared so much living with. My sweet Wendy, my friend who also has a way with words you have reminded me all along when we were brand new mothers together. I finally made it to grandmother, a distinction you have had for a while now. You reminded me of our lunch out at Stanford Shopping Center so many years ago when we breast fed our babies at the table in the cafe where so many other women dressed as professionals were eating and sharing friendships. It was a bit rebellious and we were young with so much to learn. And now, still, so much to learn.

Tomorrow I will write one more time to my dear daughter and her husband and their daughter, Freyja. Chief is home now and I am sure missing that luscious baby smell, and that darling cooing and stretching. I will be torn in leaving but I do know this is the way, as strange to my motherly and grandmotherly nature as it feels. Priest Strange will travel home with me and help me. I will get back into my life that I do love so much at home. Many loves on this planet, many places to love. I must remember my words, I am the creator of my life. I am the creator of how I can appreciate and be in this life. Oh so fortunate we all are in this time and place and that I can call myself, Bubbles...

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    My name is Robin Modlin and I am a curly haired woman who enjoys writing. Things happen and then I see connections and words appear making meaning and sense, atleast to me. Thus, my blog, pages where I can place my words.

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