Dream Teacher

Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher. Her classroom was filled with art and big floor to ceiling windows that allowed for the sun’s golden rays to pour in. Other teachers thought of her as a bit unorthodoxies. But that was OK. She knew what she was here to do and the thoughts of others would not distract her.

She had requested her children be allowed to have a longer nap time. She wanted each of her students to be able to wake up in their own way. Waking up was a beautiful unique experience and she felt it in her heart, right in the God space, that this was the lesson that they must learn for their lives. She wanted them to learn to respect and value their dreams and the dreams of others and appreciate the present from an awareness of the connection between their dreams and their realities. You see, their dreams would create their realities. She placed flowers and luscious plants around the classroom, and played soft affirmations throughout the day, she talked about feelings, and colors, and what they meant. She taught them to list the things they were grateful for and to appreciate Mother Earth as they connected their toes to the soil. She helped them to understand the complexities of negatives, positives, and balance. All of these things were to fertilize the soil of their subconscious and to enrich the roots of the trees that she hoped would bear healthy fruit in their conscious minds.

She had one little one that never seemed to need to sleep so she didn’t force her. She provided that little old soul with loner tendencies new tasks to complete during nap-time. Sometimes the little girl helped to get the snacks ready or she read books. Sometimes the teacher asked her to draw pictures of what her life looked like in vast detail and some times she simply sat in silence swirling in the present. She wanted the little girl to understand that though her classmates were not awake she was not alone and that she could still begin to actualize her dreams in that silence. She could learn, grow, and create in that silence. That was a blessing.

Each day the children would begin to stir around the 33rd minute of the hour.
Two or three would wake up early stretching it out and moving back to their seats, chitter chattering along the way connecting simply because they had woken up first. On occasion she had to check their little attitudes because they seemed to think that it was a race, that because they were first to wake up that somehow they were more special. They had not realized that her little helper, her little old soul had been awake the whole time creating in the quiet. She thought it curious that her early risers tried to guide the old soul as if they knew it all. This made her laugh. One afternoon she held the old soul’s hand and looked deep in her wide eyes and reminded her to listen to her own voice. It had gotten strong in the silence. She could trust that voice. She could use that same voice to tell those little egos to mind their own destiny. After a while the early risers stopped with this conscious competition. They learned that it caused them to miss out on knowledge and blocked their blessings and actually slowed them down. They took on a new role.

The early risers learned to love on and help the sleeping dreamers who woke up crying. Sometimes waking up is scary and you need some soothing. She had some little ones that would wake up ready to run outside and play. Lets go! they would shout. There were others that would wake up and just lay there processing. They would rise and take their places. She had some that would wake up and fall back asleep and wake up and fall back asleep. She knew that she would have to assist them in breaking this pattern. The time for dreaming is over. Be fearless and get up. There are beautiful things waiting, but they can’t wait forever she said firmly but loving as she gently shook their shoulders. It was time to start tuning in. It was time to start living in the present moment.
Nap time was special. The sleeping dreamers would become the reality creators. The teacher thanked God every day that she could be there in sunshine filled rooms filled with art to teach the children to dream to believe to actualize. Because one day the sleeping dreamers would elevate the whole world.
God bless the sleeping dreamers and the reality creators.

 

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The little girls are magical

Little boys too -but could you focus on the feminine with me?

Little girls are creators -Growing

Teenage girls are creators – Growing

Women are creators

The depth of our ability to create so great that life forms inside of our bodies

We are the vessels through which life passes and so much more. That is powerful

Women are powerful creators- Growing

Teenage girls are powerful creators – Growing

Little girls are powerful creators

So we must love serve protect respect appreciate honor and value the little girls- the teenage girls – and the women -before we lose anymore

Find ourselves – Find our girls – Never lose them again

photo: My magical nieces at the beach a few days ago

 

Revolving

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How long will it take before they realize they have become their own oppressors?

Pushing policies that perpetually create division of mind, body, and spirit

The Dis- ease in their bodies simply a manifestation of the disease that began in the mind

They persist with the pushing of suffocating paradigms suspending their own expansion

Brief moments of peace and harmony give way to clear visions of their Highest selves

Yet they persist …

But could this be a beautiful thing?

Could all of the policies, paradigms, division, and degradation be a catalyst for revolution?

Beautiful revolution

Pushing past the policies, paradigms, division, degradation, and even dimensions

Spirtual Revolution

Mental Liberation

Physical Manifestation

How long will it take before they realized they are the owners of their freedom?

Baby Blues

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Tiffany Moon

Baby Blues, 2016

Mixed media on canvas

I created this during a bout of baby blues to remind myself that my little babies are out there percolating. Until my love and are blessed with our own I will paint for them, pray for them, write to them, and love them. Ain’t no more baby blues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside

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Inside my mind

I rewind time

Rereading and over analyzing the messages between each line

I am restless and reactive

Tied down by time

Time- as man has constructed it

Time- as man has constricted it

Wrapped and bound by minutes, seconds, hours and days

Living in the present as if I am in the past or somewhere in the future

Forgetting that time freed from the constraints of clocks and calendars is timeless

Timeless

Inside my mind

I am suppressing my feelings of oppression

Oppressed by my own repression of my personal truth

Inside my consciousness

I watch my mind dart back and forth, attempting to control the uncontrollable

Attempting to explain the unexplainable and attain the unattainable

I am aware of this moment and what it feels like

I am aware that it is all out of my control

This is beautiful because to step out of control is to step into flow

Inside of my consciousness

I invite my mind to relax

To stop rewinding time or fast forwarding to the future

To relinquish control to universal flow

To dwell in the present moment

My mind excepts my invitations

And together we dance in the happiness of present moment awareness on the grounding green grasses of gratitude as the sun beams warm awareness full of light to even our darkest places

Inside my consciousness

My mind is free
Art info:

J. Henry Marley

Cattle Brand (1935)

watercolor on paper

via: Smithsonian online library