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ALL ARE RESPECTED AND WELECOMED HERE please add prayers of special healing, thanksgiving, self designed prayer, poetry, mantras, chants etc.

In United Salutation We Implore Thee

Let all senses, north, east, south, and west spread out and touch the world collectively; in peace, love and grace, in salutation at thy feet.

Like rain clouds, hung low, burdens of unshed showers, heavy hearts in pain and sorrow flow tears of anguish, anger, revenge and shame. There are tears of fear, tears of grieving, tears of mothers, of fathers. Tears of wives, lovers, sisters, and brothers. A family of tears, from worlds of wounded spirits, destroyed

burst forth, tears of forgiveness, tears of love shedding yourself over and over, again and again, flood the pain wash away sorrow, rid - now and then, wars we can never win. Arise oceans of holy healing waters flood our shores our united nations. Let our diverse songs -gathered together our wails increase, strained into a single stream, flowing into rivers of prayer - in silence, in salutation to thee

let collective minds bend at thy door as one heart.

Like flocks of many colored loving birds, hearts in flight, homesick, winging to mountain top nests, resting in salutation, imploring thee

- red quickness 12/08

red quickness

Rated: +1 | Posted about 1 month ago

Red,

That was beautiful.

We are what God has made us. Not more, not less. We need to see each other as if we are looking

in a mirror. If we feel that we are worthy and lovable, then we can respect and admire the differences that should

bring us together. People who don't like themselves, usually are the ones who have hatred and anger in their lives for

others that they haven't even met, let alone know. Maybe, now, with us joining forces, its one step in changing what must be changed.

Thank you Red for opening this thread.

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Rated: +2 | Posted about 1 month ago

That truly was beautiful red!!

My SO wrote this for me some time last week and I was looking for a place to share it here at womenco. I think this is the perfect thread. Here is the poem he wrote for me...

Awakening from a dream

Transitioning into consciousness

The surreal changing, drastically, to the cold morning

Realizing the only thing that survived the transition are my thoughts of you

Comprehending as I go through the day that you have sunk into everything I do

Can't think of a single thing without thinking of you

Can't look at a single thing without wanting to see you

Can't touch a single thing without feeling you

Can't taste a single thing without tasting you

Can't hear a single thing without hearing your breath in my ear

Fair balance of joy and sadness

Realizing I have only a moment to share with you before you are never-endlessly reserved only for my dreams

Need Breeds Ingenuity!
Bloodied but Unbowed!!

Rated: +2 | Posted about 1 month ago

Kat, that was beautiful. I could feel the longing in his words. It's more that just missing you, its as if he's only half breathing, half living. Oh how I remember that feeling. It's painful but at the same time its wonderful being in love.

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Kat,

You belong in New Mexico.....

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
— Maya Angelou

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I'm not sure if I should have posted this here, but this is about inspiration so hopefully Red, you wont mind. I know its long but stay with it. It's worth it.

> >

>

> She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of

> the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is

> he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

> The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could,

> but your boy didn't make it.'

>

> Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer?

> Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my

> son needed you?'

>

> The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with

> your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes,

> before he's transported to the university.'

>

> Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good

> bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick

> red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?'

> the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of

> the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to

> Sally.

>

> The mother

> said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body

> to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody

> else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I

> won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some

> other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She

> went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking

> of someone else, always wanting to help others if he

> could.'

>

> Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the

> last time, after spending most of the last six months

> there.. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the

> seat beside her in the car..

>

> The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter

> the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the

> plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

>

>

> She started placing the model cars and other personal

> things back in his room exactly where he had always kept

> them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,

> cried herself to sleep.

>

> It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her

> on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

>

> 'Dear Mom,

>

> I know you're going to miss me; but don't think

> that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just

> 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I

> will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday

> we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to

> adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's

> okay with me. He can have my room and! old stuff to play

> with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably

> wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll

> have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

> Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat

> place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and

> showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see

> everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them

> fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of

> his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus

> himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to

> sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody

> important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write

> you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I

> already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what

> Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to

> write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the

> angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said

> for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you

> asked Him where was He when I needed him?

> ' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as

> when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there!, as

> He always is with all His children.

>

> Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've

> written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank

> piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His

> pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the

> Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus

> for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

>

> Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore

> the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't

> stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me

> hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of

> Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special

> Delivery! How about that?

>

> Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

>

>

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ladies, dear ladies, my heart is touch in ways you can not imagine...because I didn't........tear flow, and believe it or not I am not a cryer

I know there will be a lot of healing going on as we contribute and read the awesome submitions...wow

PLEASE, know that there is no problem as to what you submit...hey I can't think of everything, topic, subject, etc (and not trying to) ..please add your own topics so that me and others may respond in our own ways...there is no wrong, right way or experience....each and every one merits in a very big way...soooooooooo the sky is the limit go for what ever you feel PLEASE "we are the group" not me

rosalla, I must say the tears are still flowing from your read...i too am a mother that experienced loss, to soon, but then any time for a mother to loose a child is too soon...lost my first born daughter in oct 91...and as I read and the tears fall I realize there is still a lot of healing that needs to take place....even as i feel and have felt my daughters spirit energy many times...let me tell a story of something that happened a few days after her passing...and also some of the things I came to realize throughtthe expierence of her transition.....THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT ENTER...

Kat...thank you too for your share ..what a beautiful, caring, touching, collect ion of heartfelt words anfd feelings..... these words draw the reader in, heck if we feel what we feel from the read...there is nothing that can conpare to what you must have felt and feel...you are blessed in a special way thank you too, for your wonderful share...

WATCH, thank you too your imput is appreciated and respected as much as anyones...your time and participation is awsome...because it comes from an open heart that like the rest of us, is part of a necessary collective consciousness that moves us forward in a good way and helps to heal us all...thank you so much for being "YOU"

anyone I may have missed please know that it was not my purpose and you to are a wanted, respected, loved part of this and life well lived from the heart of the matter...peace be still...yet active

LADIES I INVITE YOU to please invite friends..... invite them to invite theirfriends, as we collect energy to make that difference. A

BRIEF CHAPTER FROM MY STORY:: the week that my daughter made her transit.... a few days after the service...two friends and myself were standing at the front end of my home the room had windows in an L shape to the front door....it was not dark yet...we were standing and talking ..in fact i think my girl friend cynthia was getting ready to leave and me and my best friend bill were seeing her to the door...

while we stood talking we heard a tapping on the window,,,,,,,,,,someone was knocking...i looked at bill and he at me ..in our heart of hearts we knew immediately ...bill went to the window to see who was tapping...he, then we saw no one....we stepped back looking at each other feeling and knowing but not saying a word...as we stood the phone rang in my bedroom...i left them, went to my room, picked up t the phone and as I did so...the tapping came to my bedroom window (by this time it was twilight) my windows were bare all I coud see was my image..yet the tapping continue for a minute or two and then was gone.....I feel that that was my daughter..in fact I can say ,my soul knew witout a doubt it was...

being a person that spooks easy...i have always said to the universe in the presence of myself out loud and clear..."no matter how much I love u , I do not want to see any ghost, spirits, or bodies of the departed..., feel ok...signs ok..but not human or spirit form please...LOL... this lady is serious....so I guess my daughter knowing and loving me tapped..and since that time she has come to me as a butterfly and as a humming bird...other stories for another time...

I learned..there is no such thing as death...we as humans may do ourselves well to remember that we are spirit having a human experience ...and in that the body is just a house the spirit lives in for a time....in transition we step outside of this house and the house no longer has the energy of the spirit that brought life to that body...but we must know that the spirit never dies...it lives on..... and in that love ones never die they are always with us in spirt form...i never visit graves..."Y" because my daughter and other loved ones are not there

the symbolic house they lived in is there decaying returning to nothing...like a house unlived in for many years, unattended ..and going there thinking of them as if they were dead just keeps us attached to an empty house and forever greiving...to me our time would be better spent...honoring the spirit and its life..in conversation, writings, prayers and feeling.. that to me would (unlike grief) promote an emotionally healthy life and living until the fat lady sings our song...

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Red, I am so sorry for your lost. The birds who sing around your house are singing a song from your daughter to you. Bless you. I have a girlfriend who lost her daughter, less than a year old, to cancer. Its been over 20 years now and although the pain isn't constant like before, the lost is still felt. She went on to have another daughter and a son who are now in theirs 20's. They are wonderful children.

To lose a child must be the hardest in the world. I don't even want to imagine the pain. God has blessed me with 4 beautiful, healthy and loving children, and now I'm a grandmother too. I thank God everyday for my kids.

Thank you for sharing your story with us. The connection of us woman here on womanco becomes tighter with everyday.

Rosalia

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thank you rosealla for your share and kind words for my lost Bless YOU and your family

I extend wishes for the best of a happy, joyous, peaceful holiday season and new year....

to you and all our members, their families and family of friends and pets

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Thank you Red for sharing your story. I know the story from the other side, as the daughter still here and a mother that passed early. I was very close to my family and still feel their loving presence in many ways, from knowing and feeling their protection, to sensing their presence in special moments in nature, or some animal or bird ;they show up in many ways. It is comforting to know there are just beyond my sight; still in living spirit.

I wondered if anyone is reading Eckhart Tolle?

It is time for everyone to be part of the solution.