Motherly Message concerning Massage and Benefits of Mothers Milk

The more I get ... the more I give! Must be the sane and safest reason for paying a healer of the highest degree, this most recent and magical evening. One hour past closing, I gleefully entered forth ...  after biking into an endless sunset, enjoying a power workout at the gym, and spending appreciated gifts from the universe on another late night produce purchase. Before my sweetest Son-Always-Rising, informed of the full moon arriving, and being given the pleasure of meeting the furry Bijou, whom I was told, "never bites,"  although this wee, gentle creature takes  a mere 3 hours to clip and groom. Must be my turn to roll over, 'play dead', and gladly pay to be pleasantly pampered ... 

Tom ( his new Canadian name ) was called in, after I let the sweet Asian girl ( she healed her dog's broken leg with her own herbal remedy ) at the door of New Feet know, " I have cash" and " I leave a good tip". Some of us just have that magic touch ( holy Goddess - the old song playing on the radio just sang the same words ). Gratefully, so did my 4 year TCM Doctor  of acupressure! One heavenly and most painful session, sure to heal the most touch deprived and yearning soul, this side of a new and sumptuous sunrise; sure to shine a world of loving light upon blessed me.

Pure and pricey Waleda rose oil in hand, naked in my glory, I lay my tired head upon the white toweled table. Requesting piped-in traditional Chinese music to lull me, I surrendered to warm hands and wisely let go of anything other than Love. Audibly moaning over the "good pain," as a couple of dozen pressure points were firmly pressed and release and relaxation was painfully arrived at. Finally, it was being shown that the heavy wall of knots in my neck and head, is actually my holographic "heart," that caused me to afterwards cry. Tears spilling forth over a powerful image of my beloved Mommy, whom I dearly miss. Over-riding pain ... Thank you. I am still alive !!!

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Wait until you watch this darling video of Kaelin  and I. Oh, and be sure and sip some warm Mommy's milk before bed ... Sleep tight. I AM!!!

My Testament To Love

This Saturday, upon arising, , my 13 year old son headed right to the living room window and captured an image. Quickly, Kaelin came into the bedroom to show me the results ... Not a flower. Nor the shining sun. Nary a bird. Or, a laughing child. Instead, all I had to woefully look upon was the unsmiling face of an aging, overweight male. "This is the guy I've been  telling you about. The one who's been following me and came in our side-door, twice," calmly explained my child. "Look, he has a tattoo!", one aspiring photographer excitedly exclaimed. I felt like I'd been placed in some spy thriller. A bright, new day beginning. And, here I was once, again ... privy to the gross imperfection that surrounds all things and people,  truly precious. A wondrous world that I intend to keep as innocent as any magical Mother, owning her power, forever may. 

After Kaelin began putting a real-life story to his unhappy picture (www.happyhomelearner.blogspot.com ) we went for a walk in our pretty neighborhood. Stopping ever minute or so to treasure one more moment, with the quiet click of a shutter. Obligingly, my young teen slowed down to really smell the flowers. We shared life and it's many splendoured joys. I played impassioned witness as a young man swung on the midget monkey bars, sat on the shrinking  swings, tossed a giant  basketball, played with his pubescent pals at the playground, and enjoyed a forbidden solo pee in the schoolyard corner. I  honored the crossing of one more blessed  milestone into budding manhood. Motherhood offers many gifts. 

Opening up old and tired eyes that have been shut closed for far too long, we are finally able to tenderly touch upon life's eternal bliss. Children bring truth closer to home. Awakening to the reassuring light that envelopes, fills, and continually comes through us; we are kept safer and protected from merely silent shadows that can never overpower. For every ripening sunrise, there is a closing curtain.  For every ray of hope, there is a shade of darkness setting forth. Reaching higher. Digging deeper. Looking within. Beauty lives forever. For we are the conscious creator of our own new reality. 

Now, make it a Supernatural One!

I AM.

With Wisdom Of  Wonder, 

Katherine Marion