BALD EAGLE TOTEM

meganseaman:

Tonight, on my way home from Yoga Happy Hour at Inner Bliss Yoga Studio I saw a Bald Eagle flying like 25-30 feet above my car. It came out of nowhere. I had my moon roof open and it was so close that I could identify it.

It was one of the coolest moments…it followed along in the same path I was going, and then began to fly south up higher into the distance. At first, I thought “wow, that is a big bird. too big to be a red tailed hawk and different coloring.” I could see it’s underbelly only at first, and the as it started to turn south, I could see its beautiful “bald” head. Wow. But apparently they’re seafaring birds…I guess Lake Erie is kind of like a sea… neato

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ANGELIC SHAMAN TOTEMS

There exists a wealth of in depth richly explored sites, book references available to us all regarding totem animals and spirits ~ many of which we both have learned so much from along with our own personal life experiences ~ Instead of repeating much of the same information we decided to add onto what is already known about certain totems that we have personally experienced.

Aurora feels compelled to start with her very first Totem Animal that flew to her mother when Aurora was almost one ~ That majestic creature was a yearling Bald Eagle ~

Bald Eagle 

The Bald Eagle is a Sea Eagle and also the symbol for the United States of America. It isn’t actually Bald but named that for having a white head of feathers.

In Native American Cultures the Eagle is Sacred as a Spiritual Messenger one that delivers peace, fertility, honor…

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Little Red Heads by Megan Seaman

“Thick ice to see through only gives

Cool blue sheen

To frigid white blankets – chill

To the touch.

 

Beliefs that it was always that way

From birth, and as the small child grew

The blue sheen grew too

And darkened what was there.

 

Slow short steps still moved forward

Even through shaded hues

The claws of some unknown being

Reached out into the blue blindness.

 

Moonlight or some heavenly glow

Shined from a far off insight

And touched the edges of

The tangling thorns.

 

In the glimmer could be seen

Little red heads silky

To the touch

Tight in their winter sleep.

 

What could those heads be thinking –

Dreaming about” – Megan M. Seaman

Poem #98 (10-28-13) by Megan Seaman

“Dark waves seen only by the

Outline

Made from gold crests

That tipped with the ebb

After the flow.

 

Drifting for a century on

Water

Now calm and monotonous

Sometimes sea sickness

Set in the belly.

 

Dangerous to forget the

Possibility

Of land or ships or mermaids

Taking for granted the endless

Nature of swelling sea.

 

Decision to open eyes;

Heart

And hands. To begin to move

With any thought; a sign

To grab on to, hope.

 

Death is not harrowing to

Me

I believe it comes when

The soul has reached its greatest extent

And is ready to remove its veil.” – Megan Marie Seaman

I speaking those – I now silent (12-18-13)

Dream Doodle

Dream Doodle

“I looked at the reflection in the oven

I wore the dream, I heard the dream, I looked the dream straight in the face

 

Speaking of dreams you said it dimmed

Speaking of times passed way down and gone into endless oblivion

 

Those eyes they glimmered

Those eyes they beamed and pierced even through the complementary colors of the MAGazine

 

I wish on the lonely star shivering out there

I wasted my only breath on silly dreams of a silly girl unwilling to give up silly visions

 

Now here in the wee hours of stillness

Now there you are singing or something with clowns and circus performers of amazing feats!

 

Silent intentions small and secret hidden warm

Silent sighs to the soul who only answers, “someday, someday, someday…” by Megan Seaman

Mr. Wilson’s Thoughts Late Saturday Night (11-30-13) by Megan Seaman

“I don’t know where to begin. I asked the questions and no answer yet. Still waiting. I feel really gaseous. I just farted. I’m looking at the ember colored wall and have the Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young version of “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” in my head. I don’t know if it is CSNY or just Neil Young who created the song.  I think about this girl with glasses, this songbird, this creative soul about a million times a day. I keep wondering when she will call. And then even that question makes me sick. I feel, I think that I’m clinging to that idea – like clinging to a person. Like clinging to one person will make all my life happy forever. And I judge myself. So many judgments about how love is supposed to work, how people are supposed to notice each other, what kind of people date and get together with what type of people. And it aches my heart and makes me feel queasy inside. “Only love can break your heart/try to be sure right from the start.” Like one should try to control what love does to you. I once saw a clip from a movie I don’t remember what movie but a girl says to a guy that the most important thing to do in life is to fall in love and give your love. And the guy says, “no the most important thing in life is to get your heart broken over and over and over again.” That’s what makes life. I never thought about it that way.

I think we live in this ideal state – maybe it’s not we, maybe it’s just me – but we live in this ideal that we’ll find “the One” and then everything will be just dandy. And if it is already dandy then we’ll just be dandier. But if we follow the guy’s mantra “most important is to get your heart broken over and over again” then there’s a little more freedom in that. As if there isn’t one state of being, there are many possibilities – and to try them as they come up, rather than passing them by for some ideal. Not that I think people shouldn’t have ideals or dreams or goals or something to aspire to or some direction. On the contrary, I think that people do best when they have some place they’re pointed to and with effort and grace moving there. I think knowing what you want is half the battle. Knowing what you want helps you intentionally make decisions about how you want to spend your time, who you want to spend your time with, and where you want to be. It promotes motivation and perseverance toward something. However, getting so attached to some outcome (i.e., goal, aspiration, dream) can shift you out of the present moment where you need to be to see the steps that will take you to those ideals.

Keeping a wakeful eye on the future is so important, but even more imperative is our abilities to stay here-and-now. It’s really easy to say that, but harder to play out daily. That’s where the practice begins. Instead of being ruled by our feeling about what is going on in our lives, rather we could notice the thoughts – the habitual patterns of how we think, and then with intentionality choose the ones that bring us closer to our goals and release the ones that don’t serve us. Staying present allows us to see the signs, hear the songs, smell the roses, taste the nectar, and feel the closeness of everything we aspire to. On our journey to what we want, it’s the practice in falling down and getting our hearts annihilated that will Godspeed us to all that we dreamed. And so loving as long and wide as we can – even at the expense of a broken heart – might just break down the hardened walls around our love, and let the true self shine.” – Megan Marie Seaman

Shed this Skin (9-21-13) by Megan Seaman

the snarl for the end.

the snarl for the end.

“Tangled hair once silken

Now brittle layered in

between oil and skin flakes

animal skin

flaking

flaking

mistaking

the snarl for the end.

 

She reached her fingers in

Toward the pit

and ran

them through

silk and mane

pain

pain

of skin scabby cracked surface.

 

The purpose of this dermis

And the shedding of matter

No longer needed

For her journey coat

Broke

Broke

Choked

on the matted hair that pulled.

 

Shed this skin

Shed this skin

Shed this skin

 

Voice, body, and soul whispered

 

Shed this skin

Shed this skin

Shed this skin” – Megan Marie Seaman

Terrible Mistake (9-24-2013) by Megan Seaman

Mermaids mused about the comforting coolness of their blue black refuge... only depths away

Mermaids mused about the comforting coolness of their blue black refuge… only depths away

“Was I your terrible mistake?

Five years gone blue then black

Attack of memories and

Flood of fury rocked and

Rolled me

To think that All I was

Was your terrible mistake.

 

Listening to The National

Sing about love given

Then lost, flagrantly

Left behind, lonely

And your apathetic

Words send me back

To that terrible mistake.

 

And no matter how much

My smart head refigures

Recalibrates the path

The viral data eventually infect

Each new datum

Downloaded from above

And imprint this terrible mistake.

 

Silent prayers to see

Your smile beam

Sunlight on me

Again, a risible wish

Spoken to apparitions

Who have no permissions

To mess with the plight of terrible mistakes.

 

Then the blue black darkness

Gets deeper, colder, faster,

Closes in quicker

And it half occurs that

The emptiness before me

Rests within me

As I persistently prescribe this terrible mistake.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 

Unbound Creativity: Art Blogs on WordPress.com

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so much to see and experience…check it out!

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From painting and photography to performance art, the art scene on WordPress.com is thriving. Practitioners of every imaginable art form are inspiring visitors with their creativity, using striking themes and neat features like custom galleries to showcase their work. Ready for infinite gallery hopping (no walking shoes necessary)? Here are a few places to start exploring.

rabirius

Straddling the line between photography, digital art, and collage, this collection of manipulated photos forces us to look at familiar objects and landscapes with a fresh eye. A swimming polar bear, a layered urban panorama: at once disorienting and fascinating, it’s hard to to resist these images.

Coloured Chameleon

rabirius,  Coloured Chameleon

Ryu, a minimalist theme with a generous, full-width image post format, is perfect for putting these large images center stage. It even automatically adjusts the background color on image posts to match the palette of the image itself: it’s like having a…

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Letter: You’ve Been Showing Up In My Dreams (8-28-13) by Megan Seaman

“My Dearest,

Hi. so it’s weird for me to connect with you

like this. I don’t have any of your contact info anymore.

but i knew where I could find you

in the world wide web.

I don’t really use this social media (my page is way out of date),

but I’m glad, i guess that this is a way to connect.

 

you’ve been showing up in my dreams

for the past month or two.

It’s weird because i haven’t thought about you

or any of that silly stuff in a longtime.

As dreams go, I usually dismiss them as old memories

or symbols or something.

but i thought this time,

i would just take the most obvious interpretation.

 

I don’t know why you’re coming up,

but you are. one of the dreams had you and her in it.

She was in a long lacy wedding dress

- a parade surrounded her –

i only supposed that it was your wedding.

it was a weird dream to have

- that one happened about one month back.

 

Then a day ago or so,

I saw our friend

posted a pic of the girl in white

at what looked like

a shower of sorts.

I can imagine it was her wedding shower.

which means

that you’ll be married soon.

 

well, i don’t know what else to say.

I really want you to be happy.

and i want me to be happy.

i think i’m happy.

but there’s a weird feeling

i get in my dreams

when i see you.

 

whatever.

i feel stupid for reaching out.

I guess i’ll just say one more thing

and then please don’t respond.

just be happy.

because I loved you. I really did.

and a part of me still does.

it’s a weird thing,

and i don’t know why i fell so hard.

maybe it was a rebound from a failed marriage,

maybe it was insecurities and wanting to cling to something.

or maybe it was just plain old love.

whatever it was, it was real.

 

i care for you,

although i really hope i never see you again

(the universe has done a good job of making that so).

But, with that said,

i do wish you so much

happiness and love.

 

be well and happy,

and free,

my friend.

love

always,

me” – Megan Marie Seaman

I Thought (6-4-13) by Megan Seaman

“I thought you were my Beatles’ song

Long and languid the notes carefully streamed

from your mouth, invisible electric touch

The drums creating heart beat sounds

That vibrated and moved organs into alignment

And the Tune heard without a word from

You came through and changed what was visible – what was possible.

 

I thought you were my midnight moon

With golden glow reflected

From the sun that shown in

Your opposite sky. You beamed

And it seemed that this Earth

Was yours and you were mine

Forever, no need for words.

 

I thought you were my ocean wide

Wild and white caps of waves

Ebb and flow to shores

So far, come close, so that

I may feel your warm salty

Touch and flush of waters

Awaken this sleepy heart

Set apart from dreams in the dark.

 

I thought you were my last farewell

Chest swells with sensational

Push of butterflies to the

Surface, my last hello lost in

Your soul where it was always

Going, not knowing the meaning,

Reasons, or why, but alright

Satisfied and prepared to fall

and ready for it all.” – Megan Marie Seaman