a museum of time traveling

where objects come and go from the future!

you are unique, brilliant and amazing

let the resistance to this truth fall away, now

vibrate the truth and feel the energy of it vitalize every cell

and every thought that falls from you

will gently lift us all into this memory of wholeness

we are as we wonder

wonder with grace

xx azyh

harmony, respect and love

a connection to inner peace

say it, think it, out loud

"this is sacred"

a quietness of body and mind

stillness

a space open to receiving and listening

"this is sacred"

"this is home"

breathing

no one can do it for me
it is a natural practice of giving and receiving

its what makes me both human and spiritual
it carries me through every moment

it's there regardless if i am aware or not
loving and supporting me regardless of what i choose for myself


yes... breathing

until i become the breath

're-treat' yourself, relax, rest and let the enchanted forest breathe you in

my center would be a place to 're-connect' to patterns of inner peace

in my minds eyes now, i see a maze and a labyrinth
i see trees

it feels like a mountain, high altitude

it is rustic accommodation
it is off the grid and self sufficient

classes are held daily
supporting students and teachers of inner peace
through creativity

gosh... i don't know where that came from, but i am loving it all the same
xx azyh

I learned that it's ok to own the parts of me that learned from my step father. I offhandedly told the story of how my step father would investigate anything that was broken to fix it. "If its broken take it apart and fiddle around until ya fix it, if ya can't put it back together then it really was broken and all ya did was learn something new."

I had blacked out so much about my step father that in disregarding all the horror, I forgot the interesting and wonderful parts too. And it's ok that he was interesting and wonderful. I learned that this week. It's ok that i recall this and allow this and own this.

It was a shock at the time, and as I recall it all now, i realize that more and more I will have moments when I let memories serve me in loving and supportive ways.

xx azyh

there really is no way to turn off my courisity

it's hard wired into the very depths of my soul

if there is something i feel i want to understand there is nothing that will stop me from finding an understanding

i find the more i feel my self become a unique identity
the more my house feels like a home

as if these environments coincide with some equality

i know after i work my garden i feel so clear and uncluttered

i know every piece of furniture feels as if a new part of me has come into harmony

the harmony within me, is finding its tones around me

and my honesty with myself equalizes this congruency

the more honest i am with myself now, the more of a home i feel i live in

there was no chance of sleeping in
i woke to a red glow around my window blind
wow
thats beautiful...
thats odd?
i sit up and peep out

my backyard coated in morning red
like a blush in the mist

i breath in
no smoke
it reminds me of the fire storms
and i think it is smoke
but i don't smell smoke

i go to the loo
and my bathroom is awash in the red glow

it feels so surreal
am i dreaming?
is this a movie?

every colour is a shade of red
as if i never noticed before
as if it was always that way

i keep the lights out
felt artificial to see the florescent chase the red away

i open every blind

i wake up my oldest
'you have to see this!'
'hmmmh wot?'

she is up faster then a performance day
when she notices the red glow out her window

we stand out side
back yard
frontyard

the red is every where

then i notice and taste the dust

'its a dust storm'
 
we could tell the sun was rising only by the colour in this dust
the red got lighter and lighter
the colours go brighter and brighter

greens
purples
yellows
reds

colours glowed their morning glow
holding the morning light

walked my youngest to school
the wind sang us a song

heylar marhala heylar marhala heylar marheylar hey lar
heylar marhala heylar marhala heylar marheylar hey lar

wooshi marheyla
wooshi marheyla
wooshi marhey lar hey lar

wooshi marheyla
wooshi marheyla
wooshi marhey lar hey lar

heylar marhala heylar marhala heylar marheylar hey lar
heylar marhala heylar marhala heylar marheylar hey lar

walked to the train station and i saw the sun
it hung in the sky like a globe in a lamp

my oldest called it a 'white eclipes'

the dust would pass over it like a clouded moon night
and sometimes it would disappear

the train was covered in red dust
the cars in the street where covered in red dust

the heart of Australia
our red center
lifted drifted lightly sifted
into our skin and lungs

heart to heart

a peace of desert in every breath

a magic morning
that lasted until lunch

once upon a time i hated my birth name so much i thought i would change it to Donna.
only cause my birth name was the kinda name that confuffled people.
they would ask me how to spell it
teachers
they would speak it back to me completely wrong
Denise? Bernadette? Beatrice?

i would get hot under the collar and repeat myself and spell it out
b e r n i c e

it wasn't until just recently that i fell inlove with my birth name
as i read it now, a gentle reminder to
be nice
i know i drop the r, because it's a grumpy letter and is no where to be seen when nice is BEing ;)

as it happens i also found azyh as a name that owns me.
representing my spiritual journey and light energy.

that of coming home to all that i am
giving and receiving
connecting and harmonizing my core self to my core light
welcoming every fragmented part, every shadow and all that i thought i wasn't
allowing what i disregarded to find the place that is my core self.