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O Christmas Tree 2017

To commemorate the 10th anniversary of the book Tatianna—Tales and Teachings of My Feline Friend during this Christmas season, here is an excerpt about my cat tree. Tatianna slept under a ten-foot live Scotch pine tree every year for sixteen Christmases.

Six Cat Heads Started Collection 1982

“During Christmas 2000, the live pine tree showcased exclusively more than two hundred cat ornaments—a collection that had evolved over Tatianna’s lifetime. The Christmas cat ornament collection innocently started in 1982 while I attended a veterinary convention in Lake Buena Vista, Florida. I was shopping in a Christmas store and simply wanted to purchase a souvenir. Little did I know that the purchase of six porcelain cat heads, representing white, black, gray, calico, Siamese, and orange marmalade cats, would grow into a massive collection!

Cuter than Cute!

Unpacking and hanging the myriad of cat ornaments were rituals in and of themselves. The cat ornaments were wooden, metal, paper, hand quilted, glass, ceramic, plastic, resin, knitted, stainless steel, silver plated, hand painted, or felt. They were whimsical, angelic, simple, detailed, comical, or musical. Some had movable parts and jointed legs and arms. Collector ornaments included fragile Christopher Radko heirlooms, Garfield, Kliban, Gorham silver plate, Bradford Exchange, and Hallmark. Two exquisite Radko ornaments showcased two cats sleeping in blue snowflake mittens and a cat sleeping on beautiful packages. There were assorted cat colors represented, including gray, orange marmalade, white, black, tiger striped, tabby, and calico. The baubles depicted the cats in stockings, in trees, in garland, in holly, in wreaths, on skates, on pillows, in gifts, in trunks, in mailboxes, in carriages, in boxes, in boots, in baskets, in airplanes, with umbrellas, on picture frames, and on hymnals. They personified cats in dresses, in hats, with handbags, and holding parasols. They were baking, fishing, shopping, or snoozing. Cats wrapped themselves around candy canes or were decorated in lights and garland. Others peeked out of a Victorian shoe or popped out of a cat-in-the-box. Mice, fish, or red bells dangled from many ornaments.

Santa Kitty

I acquired the eclectic ornaments from friends, family, and my world travels. Some ornaments brought back tearful memories of Noelle and Taittinger. One reminded me of the year Noelle knocked over a seven-foot live tree while climbing to the top, and the tree had to be wired to a curtain rod for the rest of the season. Baby Taittinger especially liked to crawl under the tabletop tree decorated in peach and white and snooze for hours. Other ornaments reminded me of Ken. One in particular was a Hallmark ornament with a black cat and white cat playing peek-a-boo in a red plastic basket with a movable lid. A second white cat dangled on a string under the basket. If I pulled the string one way, the black cat’s head popped out of the basket, and if I pulled again, the first white cat’s head was visible. It was an amusing ornament and always made me laugh—just like Ken did. Another treasured ornament from Ken was two gray cats dressed as a bride and a groom.

A Sentimental Favorite

I especially prized the Hallmark Keepsake Collection, because my mother gave one of them to me annually since 1985. The Hallmark cat ornaments were lighthearted and mischievous—just like Tatianna. One series of ornaments was called Mischievous Kitten and another The Cat Nap. My Hallmark collection spanned fifteen years and the cats in it were up to a variety of antics, including hanging on a bird cage, laying over a fish bowl, wearing antlers, making cookies, sleeping in a knitting basket, climbing a Christmas tree, dangling from a stocking, and catching a bee on a poinsettia.

Love Those Faces!

The ornaments from all over the world reminded me of my special travels. Some ornaments came from Macy’s in New York; Harrods in London; the Black Forest in Germany; Paris; Rome; Savannah; San Francisco; as well as Frankenmuth, Michigan, a German-style village that boasts the world’s largest Christmas store.

Besides all of the cat ornaments, the tree included a wooden beaded cat garland, beanbag-style gray cats that mischievously climbed up into the top of the tree, a cat tree topper, and a cat tree skirt. An orange marmalade beanbag cat adorned in a red Santa hat was sleeping on a branch two feet from the top of the tree. Old-fashioned bubble lights and red bows completed the whimsical tree. It was indeed a tree with a lot of personality, not unlike Tatianna.” (End of excerpt)

Since that era, the cat tree has evolved to a smaller tree. I have had a joyful time in 2017 decorating a four-foot pre-lit tree with a selection of some of my favorite cat ornaments. But these are hard decisions as all the cats want out of the storage boxes! I also have a new eBay customer/friend who is starting her first Christmas cat tree and I am so pleased many of the ornaments have a new home where they will be displayed and cherished for years to come.

Blessings!

 

 

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Boots and I ventured out last December. He thought the icy walk was too cold!

View of Christ Church Spires from Courtyard

The farewell gala evening started with a champagne reception behind the impressive Christ Church Cathedral. Our Country Houses class along with our tutor marked the moment with a group photo. Then we entered the Great Hall for a formal banquet.

Oxford Experience Farewell Reception–My Classmates and Tutor

Spellbinding Atmosphere

This evening we sat with our classmates and tutor. The keepsake menu unveiled a dining delight of smoked salmon with potato mousse, wasabi and beetroot followed by seared scallops with black pudding. The main entree was roast breast of duck with honey, orange and thyme sauce, shallot mash, butternut squash with lime and choi sum. My favorite was the summer berry and prosecco terrine with fruit purees, panna cotta and strawberry sorbet. Dessert of course! A selection of wines and house port was bound to keep us jolly!

A Kepsake for the Memory Box

Roast Duck Presentation–A Feast for the Eyes

Once seated the grace was beautifully said in Latin: In the neediness of our human condition, which invites your compassion, almighty God and heavenly Father, we give you reverent thanks for the food which, in your kindness, you have lavished on us for the sustenance of our bodies, and we also beg that we may use it without greed or excess and with enjoyment. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Captivation…Ooooh What An Evening!

Following tradition, each class presented their tutor with a gift in what turned out to be “which group can cheer the loudest” format! I think the “Revolution, 1789-1968: France Leads, Europe Follows” participants prevailed.

A special moment of accomplishment silenced the group as our tutor presented each of us a certificate of completion (which will keep company with my diplomas). We toasted Queen Elizabeth and enjoyed a short speech by David Beard, Director of Studies–Oxford Experience.

Before I knew it, the magical week and evening were drawing to a close. It was time for hugs as the next morning was early departure. The Oxford Experience, long on my yearning list, had exceeded my expectations and then some!! This one goes in the memory bank. I will cherish the feeling of being a member of the Oxford learning community and be grateful for that moment in time. Its recollection will forever make me smile.

Blessings!

Linda Mohr and Vera Hirschhorn, Poetry Chair

My poem The Veil was awarded second place in the 2017 Poetry Contest sponsored by the Boca Raton Branch of the National League of American Pen Women.  Two other poems received honorable mention awards as follows:  First Honorable Mention–Angel at My Side and Third Honorable Mention–Morning Visitor.

I am honored to be a member of the National League of American Pen Women since 2012. The organization was founded in 1897 when women were barred from the Press Club in Washington D.C. The NLAPW mission is “to encourage, recognize, and promote the production of creative work of professional standard in Art, Letters, and Music.”

There are 81 branches in the country made up of artists, writers, poets, photographers, cartoonists, composers and arrangers “who believe in the power of words, art, and music to illuminate the human experience, fire the imagination, and nurture the soul.”

My membership eligibility is Letters based on Tatianna—Tales and Teachings of My Feline Friend. The Boca Raton Branch is the largest in Florida and one of the largest in the nation. It offers workshops, lectures, juried art exhibits and writing and music competitions. The organization is a wonderful way to connect with South Florida authors, artists, and musicians and to support their creations.

Famous members include Vinnie Ream, who created the sculpture of Abraham Lincoln, Pensive Lincoln, which stands in the Capitol Rotunda and United States Poet Laureate Kay Ryan. Many First Ladies are honorary members of the League including Barbara Bush, Rosalynn Carter, Hillary Clinton and Eleanor Roosevelt. Other famous women to belong are Erma Bombeck, Helen Keller, Georgia O’Keefe, Dale Evans Rogers, Helen Thomas and Eudora Welty.

For further information, visit American Pen Women or Boca Raton Branch

Blessings!
Linda

 

Village in Wiltshire…population 511 in 2011

Our field trip day took us out of Oxford into the southwest English countryside. We enjoyed a scenic drive to reach the first stop. The quaint village of Avebury is known for Avebury Henge, a mysterious prehistoric sacred site. It consists of a ditch and bank with circles of stone, constructed between 2600 and 2400 B.C. Exploring a village like Avebury is fascinating to me, especially the architecture, signs and flowers.

What more does an English need?

Well maybe a shop or two!

Brilliant shop marketing…but short on time, tutor is rounding us up!

One of the stones in circle…would love to hear this mystery unraveled.

After short stay in Avebury, we were back on road to Lacock. This quintessential English village has charm galore. It has made appearances in such films as Downton Abbey, BBC’s Pride and Prejudice and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. We had lunch in a pub established in 1361.

Fish & chips with malt vinegar–of course!

Lacock’s streets are lined with ivy-covered stone cottages and timber-framed buildings.

Now I could live in this charming little abode! Look at the blue and white jardiniere in window!

I wonder what’s behind the wispy white curtains?

Tranquil setting of Lacock Abbey founded in 1232

Lacock Abbey operated from 1232 until 1539 when it shut down from King Henry VIII Dissolution of Monasteries order. It has gone through different changes from a Gothic ruin to the birthplace of photography. William Henry Fox Talbot who lived at Lacock Abbey captured the world’s first photographic negative in 1834. Today it is a country house with monastic roots.

Side view of Lacock Abbey

Medieval tithe barn for storing 1/10 of farm produce for church

Double take….are these eggs really free?!!

Yes, I found an antique shop in Lacock village and Dorset buttons!

I’ll end the field trip with an antique shop photo. After touring Lacock Abbey I had just enough time to backtrack to a little shop in an alley I had spotted earlier. I found Dorset buttons made in the English county of Dorset from 1622-185o. These craft-made buttons were created by binding thread or yarn over a ring. After 1850, machine made buttons took over.

I just never know what treasure I will find behind those antique signs. Oh, the thrill of the hunt! How I love it!

Blessings!

Next travelogue post: The Oxford Experience Closing Banquet

A Yearning Come True…a student at Oxford

In 2010 I published my first ABCs of Gratitude. It is a November project that I look forward to every year. As I reminisce about the year and look back on previous lists, some years have more ups. Others have more downs. But in the end, I always found 26 blessings. This year was no different.

I also start each morning by acknowledging one thing I am thankful for. Since last year I have added a nightly gratitude ritual. Before falling asleep, I count off on my ten fingers what I am thankful for the day. I credit this idea to Linda Sacha, a dear friend and my life coach who suddenly passed away in August. I find reviewing the grace and goodness of the day is the perfect way to end my day.

Ageless Authors Anthology…Morning Visitor poem

Baseball…spring training games with brother

Morning Visitor Poem

Christ Church…student accommodation

Draperies…new living room look

Electricity…restored 7 days after Irma

My Meadows Double Gothic Window and Balcony

Family, Friends & Fur Babies…blessings galore

Glimpse of the Divine…Sacha poem tribute

High Table…Oxford dining

High Table on Dais at Christ Church

Inspiration…black cat ABC poem

Junk Jaunt…Iowa treasure hunt

Knight…picture with Coach Knight & brothers

A Sports Moment to Remember

London…another Heathrow touch down

Maggie Mae…tortie stray adopts me

Northwood…interim PLA coordinator

Oxford…Country Houses course

Pen Women…creativity guest blog

Spiritual Muse Lexie Lee

Quinessential Store…new “old” merchandise Perry, MO

River Poets Journal…Little Red Bowl poem

St. Paul United Church of Christ…150th Anniversary

My Hometown Roots

Tatianna…10th anniversary

Understanding…sudden thoughts

Vacation…Oxford, London, MO, IL, IA

Evening End Revelation

Winning…Pen Women poetry awards

XOXO…Message in Baggie on web

Yoga…strength and balance

Zebra striped butterfly…Sacha’s spiritual message

Exquisite Family of 4 in Backyard, Photo Credit Jaret Daniels

What are you thankful for today and for this year?

Blessings!
Linda

To eat well in England, you should have breakfast three times a day.
—W. Somerset Maugham

Awe Inspiring Views Everywhere You Look

Poached and fried eggs, fried mushrooms, grilled tomatoes, baked beans, sausages, toast—This traditional English breakfast served every morning in the Great Hall fortified me for the scholarly adventure. My favorite part was (and always has been) slathering toast with orange marmalade.

Our class convened at 9:15 a.m. The meeting room was small and cozy with a couch for three people and eight straight back chairs arranged close to each other around the perimeter of the room. The Country Houses tutor sat next to a table holding a big screen monitor. He worked from a stack of handwritten papers and laptop computer. A door led to an adjacent room where he stayed at night. Two large windows flooded the room with sunshine and refreshing breeze. A tea and cookie break at 10:45 for a half hour was a great way to mingle with participants from other courses. Topics ran the spectrum from Castles of Britain, Life of Sir Winston Churchill, Oxford Murder, History of the English Language, Meaning of Life, Glory of Byzantium, Sixteenth Century English Reformation and Creative Writing. We resumed class until 12:45 following this schedule Monday through Friday. Most courses had a field trip all day on Thursday.

High Street City of Oxford…juxtaposed architecture caught my eye

Oxford is a blend of ancient and modern architecture with a population of 135,000. Established in the 9th century, the city is home for the oldest English-speaking university in the world. In the 21st century around 20,000 students including 12,000 undergraduates and 7500 postgraduates attend Oxford University.

Oxford…City of Dreaming Spires…loved this view

Teenagers were everywhere enjoying field trips or coming to Oxford to take a summer program at one of the 38 colleges making up Oxford University. Wide open spaces, gardens, river walks, pubs, cultural attractions and shopping are enticing in Oxford. But you can probably guess what I did on free afternoons–off to look for vintage buttons!! I wasn’t disappointed. A delightful dealer at an open air market had a myriad of sewing related items. The little vintage belt buckle collection was a nice find. Antiques on High is an eclectic dealer mall that I had visited in 1989. I found lots of pink buttons.

More Little Art Pictures

When not foraging in interesting little shops, I photographed magnificent buildings and clever signs. I headed down an alley and a street sign comically reminded me of one of my kitties, a Tortie feral I adopted in April. I named her Maggie Mae and nicknamed her Magpie. Just had to get a shot of this cool sign for my cool cat!

An Oxford Alley…My Tortie Maggie Mae loves to be called Magpie

I was fascinated with the façade of the Meadows building where I stayed. I stood on the outside and identified my windows. How intriguing—the ivy is growing around the shape of the Gothic architecture. As I approached a gated area to return to my room, the entry was crowded with young people beginning a tour. The attendant spotted my name badge identifying “The Oxford Experience.” I will never forget what she said: “Please let this lady by. She is a member of our college.”

My Meadows Double Gothic Window and Stone Balcony

Next Travelogue Post: Lacock Abbey Field Trip

Blessings!
Linda

All Dressed Up…and Somewhere To Go

How exciting to attend High Table after the first day of class! A small group gathered with some of our tutors and staff at a sherry reception prior to dinner. Fascinating students included the Amsterdam couple who have participated eight years. A Texas grandmother brought her 16-year-old granddaughter to Exeter College for two weeks of pre-law while she took two courses at Christ Church. As the rest of the people entered the Great Hall, they followed tradition and stood until the High Table guests sat at their nameplate.

After we were seated, the director of studies David Beard (who started The Oxford Experience 27 years ago) delivered the grace in Latin. Here is translation: In the neediness of our human condition, which invites your compassion, almighty God and heavenly Father, we give you reverent thanks for the food which, in your kindness, you have lavished on us for the sustenance of our bodies; and we also beg that we may use it without greed or excess and with enjoyment. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

High Table on Dais

High Table is just what the words imply. The table sits on a platform or dais above the main floor. It is at the top of the Great Hall furthest from the screen passage. During the Middle Ages, the lord of the castle could indeed “look down” on his household. His servants or subjects had designated seating in vertical rows of perpendicular tables according to status. Nobility and high ranking guests sat at High Table. They were served first and had the best quality food and drink. In 2017 at Christ Church, everyone in the hall enjoyed the same delectable food with turkey saltimbocca as the main course. Harry Potter or the Hogwarts teachers were not there! However, the Harry Potter films built a replica of the Great Hall in their London studio.

William Murray Over Door, Student 1723, First Earl of Mansfield

Many members of Christ Church were there in spirit. Ninety-two portraits grace the four walls of the Great Hall. Henry VIII oversees all as he is positioned on the High Table end of room in the middle. He founded Christ Church in 1546 as a dual foundation of college and cathedral. Cardinal Wolsey established Cardinal College in 1525 and his foundation is the original of Christ Church. His portrait is hung to the right of Henry VIII. Queen Elizabeth who united Christ Church and Westminster in 1561 is to the left of Henry VIII. The bust of the Queen Elizabeth II is below Henry VIII. I sat facing these formidable characters and felt their presence.

Other famous scholars of the college include Thomas Locke philosopher, John Wesley theologian, William Gladstone statesman and Lewis Carroll writer. Thirteen prime ministers studied at Christ Church.

Evening End Revelation

For me, the evening was steeped in great history, tradition, friendship and conversation. As shadows flirted with the exquisite stained glass windows, the ambiance of the Great Hall changed. A new reflection here, a new reflection there. For me, that is what education is all about. Members of Christ Church have sat at High Table in centuries past conversing and debating the challenging issues of the era. I know 2017 is no different. Later this year a second female portrait will keep company with Queen Elizabeth in the Great Hall, Professor Judith Pallot who joined the college in 1979.

As I leave High Table and meander through the hall (not wanting this to end), I follow a row of portraits. In my mind’s eye one causes me to pause. I see the sixteen year old pre-law student all grown up, and she is gazing at me with a faint smile. I return her smile, but I am beaming!

Next Travelogue Post: Class Time Free Time

Blessings!
Linda

Christ Church College

As the Chinese proverb goes, a journey of a thousand steps starts with a single step. Sometimes, a journey starts at the train station as my trip to Oxford did. London Paddington is a bustling station and Sundays are no exception. I like to ride trains and have done so on other trips using a BritRail pass. It is an easy and efficient way to travel. The scene at Paddington is hectic and fast paced. Travelers stand in mass staring up at time table boards that will eventually indicate a platform number from one to fourteen. An inbound train may only be in the station minutes before departure. So a stampede follows the instant the platform is known. I dashed off to platform 1 and a kind, observant man offered to lift my suitcase onto train. Oh, the perks of being a senior!

Tom Gate Christ Church 

Sixty-three minutes later I arrived in Oxford and taxied to Christ Church, one of thirty-eight constituent colleges in the University of Oxford system. I was about to embark on The Oxford Experience where I would be a student for six days. The impressive point of entry is known as Tom Gate. After being greeted and given a welcome packet, a scout (member of domestic staff) escorted me to the Meadows building. My private suite was on first floor which is second floor by American standards. The view looked out over a meadow, and I thought I was in the country. The exquisite blue sky was a beautiful backdrop for my photo shoot of architecture.

Later in the day following a short orientation meeting and wine reception, we had our first meal in the Great Hall of Christ Church. As I entered the hall, I was mesmerized. I commented later to a dinner companion, that if The Oxford Experience had ended at that moment, it would have been worth it. I am still at loss for the right words to describe my feelings. Being in a room where Henry the VIII and countless other historic figures have dined, was a pinch me I’m not dreaming moment!

Great Hall Christ Church Founded 1546

 

Great Hall Christ Church

A little background on great halls….They can be found in palaces, castles and large manor homes in the Middle Ages and in country homes in the 16th and early 17th centuries. Colleges at Durham, Cambridge, St. Andrews and Oxford also have great halls for dining. In the Middle Ages, the hall was a living space where the household of family and servants ate and slept together. The hall was typically a long rectangle room, roofed in timber and entered at a screen end with a high table at opposite end.

After dinner, we were escorted to our classroom by our tutor Nick Doggett (which is what the professor is called) for a short get acquainted meeting. The aerial photo at top of this post gives you an idea of the massive space Christ Church covers. We were hopeful we would find our way the next morning for the official start of class. The eclectic class of twelve students included three married couples from California. The rest of us gals represented New York, Ohio, Florida, California again, Germany and New Zealand. Many of us have had (or still have) education careers. Two are architects, and I suspect they will add an interesting perspective to the Country Homes course. Class dismissed!

Entrance from Quad & Christ Church Cathedral

Next Travelogue: My High Table Dining Experience

Blessings!
Linda

Sacha commented to me in 2016: “Of course you will write and speak about it, because to do anything else is not you.” So here I am writing poetry, but I am shocked the “it” is Sacha. Hurricane Irma altered my plans to attend her Celebration of Life in Buffalo where I hoped to share my poem Tribute to Sacha…A Glimpse of the Divine. Thank you for reading. I appreciate you sharing with her family and friends.

Linda Sacha’s Artwork

 

Tribute to Sacha
A Glimpse of the Divine

By Linda A. Mohr

She left in a flash
Sudden, unexpected, shocking
A powerhouse jolt to my being
Stomach swirling
Soul numbing
Heart cracking
Pain scale to infinity
Avalanche of tears forming
A pool of radiant memories

She left in a flash
Causing me to ponder
Why her
An extraordinary woman
Who mattered
A visionary
Love personified
Living her calling
With zest and joy
A gifted life coach, mentor,
guide, teacher, adviser,
cheerleader, author and artist
An angel in my midst

Sacha’s Book Changes Lives

Her laser beam thinking
Insightful questions
Intuitive spirit
Compassionate heart
Limitless confidence
Boundless love
Enlightened me to stop pushing
a noodle up a mountain
To creating my path of passion

Finding Sacha Anthology Story

She left in a flash
Causing me to wonder
Why now
When there are
Books to write
Poems to pen
Music to score
Portraits to paint
Photos to snap
Plays to direct
Degrees to earn
Companies to launch
Products to market
Obstacles to remove
Commotions to calm
Health to heal
Lives to live

Sacha Coaching Result
Book Published 2007

Like a grad student
searching primary sources for a thesis
I dove into seven years of coaching notes
Twelve years of correspondence
Markers of moments
Looking for answers
Looking to solace my cracked heart

Historical Sacha References
2005-2017

A memorable name—Sacha
She had a unique conversing style
A greeting—Hey Toots or
Linda, Linda, Linda Mohr
A closing X & O
How many a surprise
Upper and lower case a mystery
In between—juicy conversation
Oh what magic

Birthday Note in her Artist Card 2017

Her stamp of approval
Ooh this sounds so you—how divine
So luv how you keep history alive and love it so well
Yikes, they are lucky to have you as a guide
You are doing a critical piece of your life’s work
You are something
Of course you are going to speak and write about all this
because to do anything else is not you

St. Helen’s Book Fair 2011
Linda Sacha and Linda Mohr

Her applause
Yea for you
Fab, fab and more fab
So darn exciting
Wow, what an honor
I celebrate you
I am beyond thrilled
I had a wonderful cry
reading your note and beautiful Omega poem

Powerhouse Dining, Linda Sacha, Linda Mohr, Nikki Sweet at Season’s 52 in 2010

Her treasure trove
Profound soul stirring nuggets
I dubbed
Sacha…isms
Bound to jazz her

Her Treasure Trove of
Sacha…isms are Magic

Imagine a little more
Act a little less
Let mind and heart go nutty for 2 to 7 seconds
What are the possibilities

You are an event waiting to happen
You have to allow it to happen, not force it
You don’t have to know the how
Universe is cooking something up

You + God + Universe = magic in motion
Yippee feeling is where something
sits in your heart twinkling
Oh you want more
The better it gets, the better it gets

Surrendering is important
Ask God to take over this piece for now
Guardian angel is always with you
just waiting for an assignment
When stuck, ask your angel to reveal

Through gratitude your cup is filled
Through gratitude your vibration is raised

Meditation is a daily vacation from your mind
Meditation is a pause from the wackiness of life
taking you to source energy

Death serves a purpose
Throws living into reflection
Every tear is a tribute
Intensity of grieving is equal to intensity of love
All is in divine order—even sadness
Everything happens for the evolution of the soul
Everything happens for the expansion of the soul

And finally her signature request
We are grateful for anyone past or present
who can show up to help

A Glimpse of the Divine

And show up for me, they have
Higher consciousness messages
of protection, wisdom and nurturing
I am here and always have been
When you think you feel him, you do
When you feel his presence, you do
It was my time to journey on
I can help you more from this place
I can be with all of you at the same time
All can feel my presence

More of Sacha’s Joyful Artwork

As the sacred work
of her soul expands exponentially
I embrace my next assignment
with gratitude
Like an exquisite web of strands
We remain eternally connected
Her heart to my heart
My heart to her heart

Once in a while like magic
I sense a tiny tug
followed by an unforgettable voice
“Well, aren’t you something”
That’s my Sacha shot
And all is as it should be
In all ways and always

Blessings!
Linda

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