Renewed in the Spirit of Peace and Love

Lines are the foundations of patterns, whether it is straight, bent, upside down, sideways depends on the brush of the artist within.
I decided to explore the lines that I see from nature.
The curls, wriggles, branches, roots, barks, creepers.
All spoke to the lines that were being explored. 
My desire was to connect these lines from one to another.
As I strongly felt they were connected to live together.
They shared the same soil, water, sunlight.
From this I discovered a house of safety and security.
Just as the curves were joined to become branches, roots and the pillar for this unborn baby.
I found that his umblibical cord became one of the creepers that gave him his food and water from nature.
And the womb that he was in was supported by a pillar.
And, at the base of the womb was a flight of stairs that was hung on the bark of the tree.
I felt I could retreat to this house as if this was built for me and i was invited anytime.
Almost, magical in this space.

Keeping the Spirit

I can say that establishing a relationship of trust is the foundation in any partnership.Heaps of assurances like 'good ...'
It's ok. Rewards work well in the beginning with pets.
Kisses, giving a pat on the shoulder, on the forehead.

Space for curiousity and not straight no for trying.
Allow safe boundaries for exploration.
Be sure to be there for him or her when he or she comes looking for assurances.
It gives them the courage and encouragement to venture without fear.

Testing boundaries? There needs to be tons of reassuarances of affection and love before they truely know and have no doubts they are loved.

Breaking and Sparing the Spirit

However, the process of taming a horse or a child has to be based on trust and not fear.
Acceptance and not anger.
Often, we forget the spirit in each living thing.
We ignore the spirited horse or child, instead we become an authoritarian rather than in parntership with someone.
Therefore, we can write over that pure, spirited soul that falls into our laps.
And wound or clip the wings of freedom of that soul.
So, the question is then how can we discipline without destroying the perfect soul that falls into out laps?

Breaking and sparing the Spirit

When I think of what breaking is in mounting a horse,
I think of a parent to a child.
Very often we go into extremes.
Either we smack in the name of discipline or we become slaves to the willfulness of our children.
So what exactly is breaking a horse and what's the purpose?
My idea of explanation at this time is to make the horse response to its master without kicking a fuss and trusting each other 100per cent.
Obeying not out of fear.
How does that sound?
Ok, so why bother to break a horse?
Are horses here to have a relationship with man?
Are they here to be in partership with us?
Well, what i know is that if the horse wants to live side by side to men, he or she must be able to be of help to mankind.
And that is when the trainning comes in! Right?
Just like before we can hired for a job, we have to be able to take orders from our boss.
How and what they expect of us.

A Mum's Radial

There is no greater love than a happy mother and her contented babies.
Once, there was a mother whom found a 2 years old baby at her doorstep.
She was reluntant to keep the baby boy.
As time passed, she found that the baby boy did not know how to relate, as he was a shy and frightened little soul.
But, one day, something happened, she found a way to help the little baby out of his fears.
Then, came along another boy to keep him company.
But, an accident happened one day and the first boy died.
The mother was so sad and realised the message for her was to love, as her heart was only beginning to open.
There came a pair of beautiful twins. A boy and a girl.
They brought so much joy
...unfortunately, the twin boy died .....
The mother was totally devasted. She realised that she was missing her twin boy so much and nothing filled the hole that had invaded her heart.
She met an older boy whom could not get adopted.
The series of trials, joy,love struggles,guilt,
got the mother to see that her first baby taught her about love,
the second taught her about the reality of the nature of living things and we don't always get the things we want.
The third pair, her boy twin taught her about not fighting back and being vulnerable and to see that as beauty rather than a weakness.
Now, after looking out, picking up, cleaning up, for 4 years.
The mother was ready to care with patience, lesser yellings, saying i am sorry, i love you, to assure, to say here i am.
The mother found herself being able to sense when her kids were in danger like fighting...... urinating problems, when to give attention.
The trust between them to call back and forth for attention and care.
Basic trust are tested on.  Boundaries are part of that process of building a healthy relationship.
Not to please the mother but to be able to say and speak one's heart without guilt and shame.
To be heard with no judgements.
Henceforth, she, the mother was given a radial which could look out for her kids whether she was sleeping, working.
An invisible radial that has no boundaries or time and age.
Beyond the borders of words, deed, feelings, impatience, tiredness.
A new border of love has emerged to protect, care, respect and love.
Thus, healing and embracing each other's soul and spirit.
Beyond time and into essence.

Beautiful

Pieces of ramdomness.
Nameless and faceless.
Masking in the moonlight, hoping for adoption.
Ugly wounds, shinning forth.
Carried and picked up one layer at a time.
The desolate heart had been shattered beyond repair.
Turned away and shunned by those who recognise its shame.
The once prized heart is now being talked about and ridiculed.
How far can this soul go?
Where comes his purpose and meaning?
Like a seamstress, who treasures the scapes she picks up.
Seeing in them their value and perhaps purpose.
Happy to have collected them, she places them safely and gently into her bosom.
Goes home, takes out her prized treasures.
One at a time, she inspects with careful planning in use them, to understand their texture, nature, colour,need, feel, touch, care.
Only, so she can sew her fabrics according to their purposes, which they were created for.
The only eye and heart that hears our desperation.
Crosses the miles just to get to us.
Chooses us to be his prized gems.
Allows us to be broken and re moulded.
Only one who sees the bigger tapestry which we are all part of.
Wisdom, creativity, precision, purposeful is his work of art in our lifes.
As individuals and a whole at the same time.
Such marvel is one, someone I call, God, my father and mother.

Fallen 2

Hurts are unintentional. Forgiveness not quite as many it should.
Looking deep makes its way for the fake smiles to be apparent.
Becoming tolerant of bad habits and attitudes.

Frequency of forgiveness increases.
Chances are opportunities to choose.
Harsh words are wounded people's soul's crying out.

An extra mile to a wounded heart brings peace immediately.
An inner joy, a keeper'S to hold on to.
Melting the toils of stone hearteDNESS.

With the goal in mind, that Anything is Possible.
To love is to put back thatsmile on someone's face.That who may not have given that smile when should.

Embracing, those along the road.
Sensing that everyone's needs are the same.
Fallible, weak and sometimes senseless.

Courage to pick up any remaining pieces and walk again.
Knowing that we are on a journey.