Threads – Blue Love Poetry

Threads – Blue Love Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

You are
Part of my story
Woven into
The pages
Of my life
You are
Sewn into the
Fabric of my soul
With threads
Of red and blue

The red thread
Is for my love
And passion for you
The love and passion
Connecting
My heart
To yours
The blue thread
Is for the color
Of your blue eyes
Blue eyes that pierce
My soul
Sparking my creativity
Igniting me
With desire

You are
Part of my story
Etched into
The deepest part
Of my soul
You are my soul’s
Lustful conspirator
Welcomed friend
And stabilizing energy
My soul
Is at home near yours
Our flame burns
Stronger when
We are together

You are
Part of my story
A story
That is still
Being written
Chapter by chapter
One chapter
Moves us
Apart to learn
And grow
Perhaps the next moves
Us together again
Maybe there
Is a plot twist
That brings
Your hand
Into my mine
Could an
Unexpected event
Kiss your lips to mine
Or maybe God
Aligns the Universe
To let our love rule

Our story
Isn’t over
Our threads
Are still entwined
Connecting
Your soul to mine
Holding you
With my red threads
Of passion and love
Holding me
With the blue threads
Of your beautiful eyes
Our story
Continues

It is written
Into my soul
With red and blue threads
You are
Part of my story
The story of
Red and blue love
The story of us
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NOTE:
A Poem for Blue Love on May 27th 💙 I hope he is part of my future.

While I was in DC overnight I visited the “Museum of the American Indian”. Something about it felt very spiritual. Like spirit was leading me there. I remembered my sister, Sandy, went to Montana to visit a Indian Reservation. I also remembered how much I love the Native American culture. Only recently I learned through 23andMe that I am 5% Native American. I am 70% Irish, 15% Spanish, 10% German and 5% Native American which they also had subtitled Mexico. I am not sure if that means my ancestor’s tribe was near Mexico. My grandfather was born in San Antionio and his mother was from Spain also known as Iberia in the 1800. Anyway, this all reminded me that the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Montana hosts Volunteer vacations. Something about that feels right to me. So that is added to the list with Spain as possible destinations for 2019. Or at least do some work on investigation the Native American roots.

A Raven landed on my balcony yesterday afternoon. I was in the kitchen when I heard it calling me from the balcony. I could not take a photo of it because it landed a foot away from my phone and tablet. I was afraid to go close to it. I wasn’t sure if it would attack and I didn’t want to scare it off. It was gigantic, gorgeous, midnight black and majestic. It squawked for a solid ten minutes as if it was talking to me. I stood in awe as it talked. I said a prayer and made a wish. I then watched it fly off northwest. In Native American culture Ravens signify change and transformation. They are also sent to deliver messages from spirit. It certainly seemed like it was telling me something 😂

This has been an interesting weekend. I think Spirit has been around me a lot. A Midnight Black Raven landed on my balcony and talked to me for 10 minutes. I had a craving for a Coke and went to Wawa. The first one in the line had Blue Love’s last name on it and it was his birthday. That felt like synchonicity. Like I was meant to find that on that day. There is such a strong connection between us! 💙 I learned I do not need bioidentical hormone replacement YET because it appears the Idoine, Maca and Vitamin D protocol is balancing my hormones. The clock starts all over again and back to Peri-Menopause. I guess my Integrative Doc’s theory was right. I had a Iodine Deficiency and because I wasn’t getting enough Iodine my thyroid was storing it in a small goiter. My thyroid most likely was blocking my hormones. By fixing the Idoine deficiency we also started to rebalance my hormones. I feel better and my cycle started again. Lastly, I had a visitation dream from my best friend last night. I told her the last time we talked she was welcomed to visit me in my dreams. When she showed up last night, she apologized for talkng so long to get here. I heard her laugh again. I started crying and told her how much I missed her. Definitely felt like a lot of spiritual activity going on around me this weekend.

Here’s a link to poem I wrote about Seven Ravens..

https://writingholistically.com/2014/03/31/seven-ravens-love-sex-poetry-repost/