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Here Comes the Wolf

I reshare the story about the wolf’s journey back to his love. Lifetime after lifetime of struggle, hardship and searching and now he is ever so close to reuniting with his life mate. Wolves mate for life and when wolves mate it won’t be just for one lifetime but for the lifetime of their souls. Her scent, he can smell in the air…. he can now sense how close she is … and he continues walking in the direction of love’s calling.

 

Many Blessings,
Waya

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The Woman with a Foolish Heart

ravenatalker2015She said to him that she’s writing a story. The title, she says, is “The Woman with a Foolish Heart”. He then asks “is this a self reflection then?” She answers with a definite “yes” and then he replies with, “I presume this is past tense” and she says, “mostly” then he says something that changes her story all together. He replies with, “I challenge if it was your heart or mind that was foolish?” So this is where the story becomes changed from what she once believed to what she knows within her soul.

This woman you all must already know is me. The conversation as seen above, is real. The thoughts that filled my mind as I wrote down the title of this story were of memories. Memories of all the times my heart held out hope for a love that was real, only to become shattered with broken promises, denied love, affection and truth. I thought about my fears and prayed to Spirit to please not let me be fooled again. In writing this story it became clear… I was indeed reflecting within the mind and certainly not the heart. Memories and thoughts all coming from the mind of course… but what about my heart? What was in my heart then and what is in my heart right now? There is only one answer, “LOVE”.

The heart holds no fear, doubt, worry or anything other than love. Love is what the heart is for. With every beat there is only love within the heart. The mind would like us to “think” differently. The mind tells us to hold back when the heart says be free to love. The mind says fear is real but the heart says I love you still. This woman who thought she had a foolish heart, realized that it has always been the mind that was foolish. The heart is what it has always been and will always be… pure, unfiltered love. Just because love was given but not returned does not mean it wasn’t real.

My heart is unchanged by an unfortunate past, it still continues to love. I love more today than I have ever loved before. The past has not weaken my spirit, but made it stronger. There is a fairy tale still waiting to be written. It’s not about the knight on the white horse, about being rescued, about the castle or the ball or anything else the common fairy tale might seem. It’s about the dance of life between two people in the same agreement with their souls. Two people who compliment each other is such a way that there is balance and love that simply never ends. Two people unafraid to truly love each other and give of themselves without holding back and without condition. That is my fairy tale and I believe in it with all of my heart.

Now, I’m just going to sit here with my mouse friends next to this pumpkin and see what happens next 😉

Xxxxxxx
Many Blessings,
ravensig

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Howling Through the Night

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Wandering spirits baying beneath the moonlight
Searching for something to fill their souls
They raise their heads and howl through the night

Crying to the darkened heavens above
We are all searching, searching, searching…
For the same kind of endless love

Sending out the most magical of vibes
The Universe returns the light that has been sent
The feeling upon return is something beyond what words could describe

I find myself howling through the night too
Searching for love to be returned
Can you feel it as it vibrates through you

My light beaming as brightly as can be
Stretching beyond the moon, the stars and the vast space beyond
I smile and know deep within that love will surely come to caress me.

So here I stand alone in the moonlight
Waiting for love to come to me
Howling through the night.

Many Blessings,
Waya

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The Dance

native loversA midnight waltz among the stars, where he reaches out to take hold my hand and it feels as though we have become one. With nothing more than a single touch, his spirit and mine join together and we dance. In perfect unison, each step followed by another so effortlessly. Gliding along through space and time with an ease that settles deep within my soul. Hand in hand, our fingers laced together so perfectly that one would not know who’s fingers belonged to who. It may seem silly, this dance, to others… but it is a connection that can never be broken. It’s a nightly ritual of two souls who long to be together in physical form, but distance keeps them apart. For now.

When night fills the sky and it is time to close their eyes, the two lovers meet in a sacred place that only they know. Off in a distant field of their minds, stands a tree. A most sacred tree that becomes their shelter, their home, their place of dreaming, where love is more than just a dream or a possibility, love is their only reality. They know that there will always be a tomorrow and they will meet at the tree once again, but the time in between seems like an eternity. Tormented by the distance that keeps them apart. The time they have each night beneath their tree, is all that they can think about throughout the day. Time slowly tics by and the longing inside them grows. As the sun fades away and is replaced by the moon, they eagerly close their eyes and make their way to the tree.

From the mists they appear side by side, reaching out to each other, they touch and the dream becomes real. She feels him as he pulls her close, his hands reaching around her back, pulling her into his embrace. Her lips touch his with a kiss so sweet and meaningful. Intoxicated by each other, breathing in each other’s essence, melting into one another. Their movements so fluid, that someone peeping into their dream might not realize that there are two souls. Beneath that tree, they spend the entire night wrapped around each other’s mind, body and soul. Looking into each other’s eyes as though it were the first and last time. Holding on so tightly to one another as if they know their time is limited. It doesn’t matter how long they have in this sacred place of dreaming … all that matters is that they are there for the moment and they shall not waste a single second of it.

To be continued…. 

Many Blessings,
Raventalker