Bashed into an embrace of Simplicity

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On a misty pre spring day, alive with the newness of the season.
Verdant green fields punctuated with yellow petals adorn the landscape.
There is such a softness , even the ground is springy with moisture.
 Indeed there has been a puddle in one street which has lasted for three weeks.
 I cannot stop a deep throated chuckle as I encourage it to last longer. 
Puddles are an unknown here.
The spring birds are out, the raw milk is so rich and creamy, the hens,  well the hens  ,  they are just laying so prolifically.  Nature is being so abundant.    In every glance, every breath, every sound there is the Divine expressing itself.
In the midst of this I suddenly felt stirrings in my heart.
 And my friends that I have not hugged in person came to the sacred space deep in my chest..  Nina, Zoner, Bholonath, John, Tim, Scrap JJ.   What a presence.   How much love do I hold for you.  What space did we truly meet up in that finds us all these years later still wondering, still caring, still wanting to hug the brother/sister hood.
The journey that we started on, found me taking suicidal chances in raising my children.
And for me a vital, vital part of being human is in raising consciousness.
I was open to the plants and their teachings.

Tao is a grower of food and herbs.
Cian is the rock of the earth and an artist and farmer.
Sage, well he is an alchemist and probably my great teacher.   He had a particularly challenging journey in that at one point he was into crystal m----.   He spent hours listening to Terrance McKenna and Alan Watts.   Healed completely.  Hermes is his inspiration.  San Pedro his teacher and friend.   Multi dimensional being.
Iona is alsmot grown  is now a published poet, in two anthologies.   Pushing to go to another school next year so I might step into Cape Town.
All those years my friends kids were excelling at really good schools.  And all i was doing was growing herbs, baking bread and keeping the fires burning.
And did I mention that they are the most unspoilt human beings you will meet.

There were all those years when I really felt I had failed so abjectly.
Born into a world that had no culture, made no sense whatsoever.
Never learnt what i was meant to learn at school –like how to be successful in this world.
Always just looking and shaking my head.  All I wanted was to have greater understanding to that it would make sense.
It seemed like I was not manifesting abundance because I was not in the vortex, or bad karma.  The extreme financial hardship made me feel less than good enough or deserving.
Until it did not any more.
I have come to see how every single step, detour, fall down, elevation has been to lead me to the space where what I value most in my outer world is less stuff  and greater simplicity.
 Not in a cutesy, homely, cottagey way – just in the acceptance of what is present and the de=light in that presence.

Today I smelt the first jasmine of spring.  Discovered a white lavender bush.  Walked whilst singing sacred names,  holding a whole lot of love in my heart for all who read these words.  
Should you wish to hug just ring the bell.

 My youngest.  Called for at Arunachala 2000.  One of my many Blessings