DRAGONFLY
I have been watching a gorgeous dragonfly for several weeks now. Of course I am assuming she is a message totem animal for me but the more I study her movements and her meaning the more I realize the Dragonfly should become the Highly Spritual Persons symbolic picture. A symbol recognized around the world that says I am a Highly Sensitive and I am a Spriitual Person so treat me as such.

This symbol should be a bumper sticker or a window decal for all of us. I sat and watched this amazing creature fly forward, backward, up, down,and sideways. She made figure eights in the air and spirals. She flitted and fluttered side to side. And she zoomed past making sure to catch my eye. At times I could only see two of her wings and at others it was as if all four wings were all going in different directions at different speeds.

When she flew into the light she almost glowed. As if she was sending hope and renewal energy ino the air. I was totally exhausted watching her as she never ever stopped. She was a pretty good size as dragonflies go. So I am going to guess she had a little age on her to carry around.



I do know the irridescence to dragonfly wings comes with age and wisdom. This also made me think of the characteristics of Spiritual people and how so many stories are struggles to survive and life turmoils. So with maturity the spiritual light and iridescence starts to shine through, as we gain wisdom and knowledge of who we truly are inside and out just like the dragonflies wings.

I looked her up in the totem guide books and if one has dragonfly totems you have magic and mystery. And at birth dragonflies start life in the water then move to the air. Don't we humans start the sae way nestled in the watery fluid sac and then we learn to soar day by day, year after year after we first intake the substance air. Since water represents the emotional body and air represents the mental body dragonfly magic must help us to balance the space between our thoughts and our emotions. How spiritual does that sound to you? And those with dragonfly energy empart emotion, we feel things deeply, and then respond with deep passion. Once again can you equate that with the typical spiritual people you know.

I am taking my seeing this dragonfly as a validation for me personally that yes I am definately a highly spiritual and sensetive person as well. And I do beleive we all need to adapt the dragonfly and her magic as our HSP symbol for the world to see.

I would proudly place a dragonfly symbol bumper sticker on my car how about you?



©L.Lanham
8/21/09

Beautifully written Laura and those images are just fabulous!!

I love this - keep meaning to tell you. Sometimes I wonder how we're going to choose work to put in each issue. It is all so very good. Probably need a 1000 page magazine!

photo l.lanham

Who is God?

Some believe there is a a God for each and every planet, realm, and universe, and not one main source or deity. My thoughts are that everything no matter what it is, had to have a beginning a start a source of ignition.

So where did we begin and if there is a God where did he/she begin? Yes these are the mysteries scientist and theologions have debated and researched forever. They still, even in this time of high tech this and that have no or very few answers or evidence to repute or validate these very questions. Yet this does not stop one from still asking the questions that are as old as timee. My mind wonders to that very place frequently as I stare up at the sky. Absorbing her beauty. I then start to think of these very things once again.

Do you believe this deity to be a simple man, human in looks, feelings, and actions. Or is this a supreme being, the All, the architect or sculpture of time and space. Could anyone actually be that omniscience, omnipotent, omnipresence? To know everything, see everything, be everything? Wouldn't this be a form of the phrase Jack of all trades, only he would be the Master of all instead of master of none.What if it is just some made up stories past down through time, generation after generation. All created by some little old lady or man back in Adam and Eve's time.

What is the possibility that a God does exist and is actually a woman. Sylvia Brown talks a about a female God all the time. She calls her AZNA. How could she possibly be wrong as I chuckle real loud. We then must factor in all the legends of mythology that accounts for the Goddess Sophia as well. She repuditly was or is God's consort (lover) and sits at his side. Some accounts have Sophia as his wife, some as a consort. Are Sophia nd Azna the same being? Some accounts even say she is the female God personna. The duality of himself, his yang to his yin.

How does one ever find out the truth. I wonder if the truth even exists. What if it all has been some master computor program this whole time. What if the truth is actually just a word, called faith. The ability to believe their is something more that what we see in front of our eyes every day. A simple little word called faith or even hope, charity or how about the little word Love.

What if you or me the us are actually, truelly who God is. What if we are all Gods and Goddesses, and the entire life journey isn't really a journey after all but simply our Godselfs laying in bed. Dreaming, expereincing this all, what we call our lives and we are creating it with our minds while snorring in another place,realm or time. I have actually read a few articles that attest this is the truth.

I personally would like to beleive that their is a an all powerfull loving energy. Sitting in a magnificant huge, square shaped, finely polished alabastor chair. Directing and orchestrating all that is, was and will ever be. With the help of angels, and other beings, and guides. And that this energy is so very amazing it can morph and assume with little tiny shards of it's self whatever coutnenance for me to see that makes me comfortable as I sit or stand at the side or foot of the chair.

Whether it is male,female, big or small, with or without legs or arms or even a tail. An energy that glows with a auric halo of gold, purple and white light that encomapsses, surrounds, and gently massages me, as it flows in and through and all around me. With such loveing beauty and grace it drops me to my knees from the experience and not because I feel any sense of superiority. Simply a sense of grandeur that deems respect from me as an equal holder of the beauty within us all. Not in a subservient manner at all but a healthy and gentle loving respectful bend at the knees.I guess the mutual admiration society.

Does God work miracles or reek havoc. I don't personally believe so. I believe we as humans are so goofy at times. We thrive on greed and power so very often we cause this havoc and chaos. We humans sre destroying all this magnifcence glory that was created just for us. We always want more expect more,need more, must have more, until we simply destroy.

Have our souls come here to learn, teach, experience, or has it all just been some kind of shits and giggles experience. I truly do not know. Nor do I believe anyone else knows the truth either. For me personally it has been a learning curve. Would I have missed it. Parts yes. Would I wish to do it again. Maybe not. Maybe yes. It all feels like some kind of amusemnet park ride of which when it gets bumpy I want to scream let me off. But when it soars through the air, smooth and fabulous I want to stay on the ride. Such is life in the human experiecne. Maybe I just need to be a rock for a day and lay in the sun or the rain. Waiting for someone to step on me or pick me up and give me a toss. Then maybe I would appreaciate more the experience I am in at this time.

What is Gods name if he/ she exists? Is it simply God or Sir, or Maam? Is it maybe Yeshua or Yhwh, or Mr Deity, or how about HU or You or ME. We dont know, not any of us knows if this being truly exists then how could this deity then have a actual name? This in itself is another ponderance in my brain. I woke up one morning with the words HU being said over and over from my lips and out of my brain. Where was I? What was I doing? Could I have been in the heavenly realms, bowed prostrate with zillions of other souls singing and praising this supreme being by singing his name? Or in some other part of the world in a Yoga postiion of some type doing a chant to the sky? This is a mystery that still keeps entering my mind.

I call God a him because in the society and generation I have been raised up in the head of the household was supposed to be a male. So I equate the possibility of a being or deity heading up the universal household with a male energy. We all know a woman could rule the universe but that is my basis on the male enrgy source in my belief. I simply call him father when we speak or I talk , he listens . Of course there is another issue the one of passion. Where we find ourselfs calling out Oh God. Is this because I want or need him to know, to acknolwedge what I am doing, or to see or hear it all? Does this need to acknowledge to God a validation that morality is as grossly misunderstood as the word adultry is . That they once again are control freak issues from long ago? Why would I bring God into play at such a time? Maybe he created pleasure and we like to let him know it is working, or maybe we are preprogrammed to send the signal back. Yes another of those mysteries.

I find myself if I am asking him for clarity about something. I use the term Raboni. I am not a jewish person in this life so does this possibly stem from some past life. My need then to call him teacher? Is God in fact our friend our lover our teacher? Doee he truly exist and is in all aspects of our existence.

Do we believe because we have faith or hope, or because it is just so simplistic that deep inside in a chamber of our hearts we just simply KNOW a deity exists of this kind. Does this once again validate the free will thing the belief we have or think we have. It is defiantely a personal choice if we believe in this existence or we are atheiestic. It is defiantly freedom of choice.

So is there or isn't their a GOD??? This question is as old as time.

©L.Lanham
9/18/09

CREATIVE INSPIRATION

Today I am so sad
Trying not to be mad
Why are some people
So hard to work with

Where does creative inspiration realy come from? Is it generated from a thought,or a look,or can simply a mere word be the catalyst for it all. Is it from our minds or a muse,or just some simple inner music at best. What if it simply is just each breath we take. What sets it off and causes it to bubble up and spew forth like a volcano is erupting.

Things must always be
their way or the highway
Why can't other people
see all the beauty I see

Is this a gift that each and everyone of us have? Maybe people just haven't tapped into it's source is all. Or maybe they haven't recognized the beauty in the wit and wisdom that they hold within. Could it be buried deep down inside or just laying under the skin waiting for that simple little thing that makes it bleed out through the skin.

Is it ego or envy or insecurity
or plain old jealousy
maybe the real problems not them at all
maybe it lies within me

For me sometimes a simple word is all it takes to cause my creative energies to erupt. When it starts flowing one thing is for sure. I need to find paper and pen pretty quick. If I don't write it down at least into crib notes, it appears to get lost. And there is no finding the same source of inspiration again. So I have then lost it all to become pieces of a memory.

None of that matters in all actuality
because what is truly sad, in many ways
is so much gets lost when people
turn on their chills and their frosts

Creative inspiration must come from ones heart. To feel it's energy and to be touched and moved by a piece are all emotions and feelings generated from your heart. Then to commit them to paper an be able touch another persons heart is witt and wisdom and the mechanics of the mind that expand it till it's worthy to be noted. Inspiration whether derived from love or pain, humor or anger surely starts in a little bubble locked deep inside. Then the key to the door to set it free must be found in our minds. I can find no other explanation.

It seems no one,not me,not them
wants to claim responsibility
for temperature changes I feel,
this chill I feel,is negativity from within

And when it erupts and we finally set it free what should we do with it. Is it to be creative and channelled into the text of a poem, a story, a painting or a song. Or expanded immensely and placed inside of the next medication for the benefit of us all. Surely there is no limit to how creative inspiration can be used. Is it in a beautiful piece of glass or the pattern you cut into your grass? Or the even a sweet sauce you made to splash in droplets onto a plate. How about sending someone to outer space. No there is no limit to what one can create. The only limit I can find is how far can you expand your mind?

The warmth can be found once again
If we look deep inside
and replace our negatives
with our positives

Would a person explode if their creativity is not let out? Could this be the true meaning of spontaneous combusion after all. If it is not let out does it turn into little dust particles as it atrophies? It doesn't matter if your creatively inspired piece becomes great or just okay. What matters most is we let our hearts and our minds channell it out for display, even if it's only for our eyes to see. Let it out, set it free, it may just be the next great piece of jewelry or pottery we get to see. You might just be surprised when your creativity starts to rise and your masterpiece starts to appear.

Then give and take flow freely
in and out, back and forth,
fluid with ease like a breeze
for the benefit of all


All of us sensitive souls will tell you creative expression is often the way we let out all our frustration, anger, bitterness,and low self esteems. We hold it all in mostly out of fear. So when it starts to flow you better step back. Our expression is magnified ten fold. We then create with all the emotions that we tend to bottle up inside. So when Our bleeding starts it is often a gusher of emotion that's been released.

This warmth then expands
till nothing is lost
the beauty is found
when it becomes loves energy

From now on when you look at a tree,the ocean or a new babies smile you may just find yourself getting inspired. Your creative inspiration may just be buried beneath that thin layer of skin that covers the key, that is holding the door shut on your creative energy.

Creative energies
can flow back an forth between all
if love , patience, kindness and serenity
replace ego, envy, insecurity and jealousy


Find what inspires you today. And let your creative energies free!!!
Let them flow!!!!! Who knows maybe your creative inspiration today was simply me.

©L.Lanham
8/09/09
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working with others
also by
L.Lanham