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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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/

Seven Ravens (Long post)

 

March 31, 2014 – I took some online quiz to find out what my Spirit Animal was this morning while I was laying in bed at 4:30am.  It said I was a Raven.  The description said, “In some mythologies, the Raven represents the Creator. It is a dark, mysterious, and highly intelligent animal. Like the Raven, your soul is filled with creative energy. You will make something that others will be in awe of…”.

It reminded me of the the “Seven Ravens” poem I wrote a couple years ago and it also reminded of the post I wrote last year at a time of reflection.  The last three years of my life have been nothing short of unbelievable. These three years of my life were filled with complete honesty and authenticity. I stripped everything away and truly saw myself.  I learned to love everything I saw in myself even the things that aren’t pretty. I survived, overcame and blossomed in spite of opposition, naysayers and negative forces.  I rode out the highs and lows. I made changes and choices. I found the courage to let go of anything and anyone who held me back, wasn’t good for me, spoke negatively about me, didn’t wish me well and wasn’t healthy for me in body and spirit. None of it was easy. But, I did it.  I choose it every day. If I could chose between my life ten years ago and my life today, I choose today.

I am grateful that God gave me the choice.  Many in life do not get choices. I got them and I feel I took responsibility and owned my life and my actions.  I grateful that I am not afraid to show my vulnerability on this blog or to the people I care about.  I recognize a good soul when I see one and to them I will show all of me. I will NOT hold back or hide from those who I know belong in my life. I live in gratitude everyday for the life I am living now.  It didn’t happen by chance. It happened by choice. 

I choose today!
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May 1, 2013 – I originally wrote the poem, Seven Ravens, in October 2o11.  At that time, I was sick, I was depressed and I was overwhelmed. And, a relationship abruptly ended after a horrible incident. It almost broke me that it all was happening at the same time. Sensing that the only way I was going to survive the storm my life was in was to relax in to it and just let go. I felt like if I didn’t stop resisting everything or if I kept trying to hold on, then I was truly was going to die.  I tried to do it my way. I tried to force my path. But, nothing was working.  I was filled with anxiety.  But, I was so afraid to let go of everything I knew. I was so afraid to change. I was afraid I would lose my friendships and my social life. I didn’t think I was strong enough to do what life was calling me to do. I was ready to give up rather than change.

Everywhere I went I was receiving little messages of comfort and reassurance from unusual places.  People out of the blue telling me it was going to be ok. Phone calls from people I lost contact with saying they had dreams about me. And, I was having recurring dreams of my decease sister and father holding my hand.  Talk about spiritual experiences!  

On one particular day I was exceptionally anxious. When I am feeling anxious I chant and visualize my lucky number seven. While doing this, I take deep breaths. This practice seems to work like magic at calming me down and returning me to peace. So, one day after I was chanting and visualizing the number seven I logged into Facebook. I started reading status updates and then I saw “Seven, a journey” posted on a friend’s status. It was so unbelievable that as I was chanting and visualizing the number seven to relieve anxiety as she posting the number seven as a journey.

I called her and told her about the synchronicity of our actions. She told me Seven Ravens landed on her window ledge at the same moment I was chanting and visualizing the number. Incredible! She told me about the Native American meaning of Seven Ravens. Seven Ravens is a Native American symbol of a journey. The Seven Ravens come to you to provide you direction and safe passage in your journey.  As the Ravens sat on her window ledge, she prayed. Then one by one she watched as each flew off carrying her prayers into the wind. She said the Ravens gave her great peace and comfort. They were a confirmation that the choices she has been making are good for her. And, now she knew for sure I was on the right path as well. In traditional Medicine cards, Ravens symbolize strength and healing.

That was 19 months ago.  If I only knew how my life would be changed. If I only knew how much healthier I would be. If I only knew my broken heart would mend. If I only knew I would find peace and happiness within my own soul. If I only knew those Seven Ravens were providing me a safe passage on this incredible journey. Would I have continued on knowing everything I would eventually change and give up? I don’t know. All I know is the friends that really mattered are still in my life even though I don’t go out drinking with them. They support me now in what I am doing. What I do know is that Yoga has been a refuge and safe haven for me and has provide me relief and sanity on some hard days. What I do know is that my world has opened up and new powerful spirits and come in and refreshed my spirit with hope. What I do know is that I am healed and back to living. I am changed forever and that was supposed to be my journey all along. I was jus too afraid and stubborn to give in. But, oh what magic happened once I finally let go…

To those seven beautiful ravens, thank you for providing me safe passage. I am eternally grateful.

Seven Ravens – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Did you hear that?
It was a voice
Gently calling your name
If I close my eyes
I can play its melody
In my mind
Calling to you
The sound calms my spirit
And nourishes my soul
Softly drifting
It carries me to sleep
The sound of your name
Carried by the wind
Nestled gingerly
On a leaf
Floating miles
To my window
As if to heal me
And bring My weary heart Peace
In its presence
I say your name
As low as a whisper
I place it carefully
On the backs of
seven ravens
And ask the ravens
To protect your journey
And to keep you safe from harm
They leave my window
And take flight
Saying your name
With a message of love
Seven Ravens journey
From me to you
They wait
to softly kiss
your ear
Preached on the ledge
They sit
with the melody
of my name
On their backs
to sing to you
Their song
Of love and peace
Seven Ravens
A journey
Follow the raven
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