Clean up, clear out!

I had one of those times, yesterday morning, when it was just . . . well, you know, time to clean up and clear out.  I look forward to this time of year, shredding old tax documents and going through other "important" files to see what's in them.  I had such a great sense of accomplishment and found some real treasures to boot!  I hope you will find some of the following words encouraging, enlightening and helpful.

From Lenore Weir, writtein 7/20/96:
"Returning to the Mother"
"A million years ago, it must have been haunting, as it is to me now.  As She is to me now.  This giant mother in the wilderness who calls my name in the moonlight, whose voice I hear these many miles away.  She must have called to them, too.  And that is why they danced there, near the fires, padding down the grassses to leave their mark for me.  I wonder, did they dream of Her?  Did they hear Her voice in the streams along the way?  Did She beckon and tantalize, beseech and taunt, follow them, the way She follows me?"
"A million years ago, I must have laid my hands on these rocks, stroking the crevices in a prayer for safety, for food, for shelter.  I must have warmed my weary back against them in the sun, clamored over them at dusk in a hurry to get "home".  I must have called these mountains home then.  It is the only way I can explain the calling I hear even through the city night sounds.  It is the way I know that heart-thumping joy while rounding a band of rough road, seeing Her laying there once again.  It is, simply, coming home". 

The following was sent to me by way of an email on 11/3/2003, by my niece's daughter, Ginny, who does not cite the author.  If any of you know who wrote these beautiful words, please be sure to let me/us know, okay?

"God Says Yes To Me"
"I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I am telling you is
Yes Yes Yes"

I'll close this morning's post with this quote from "Illusions" by Richard Bach as printed on the page for the month of July, in a Hallmark Calendar for the year 1980 (again, let me say how I honor copyright laws and trust that I am not overstepping here).

"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."

With love and deep appreciation for your eyes that read these words, I say
Thanks for it all!