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When Everything Changes

When Everything Changes

When Everything Changes

One certainty in life is that life changes. It’s easy to view these changes with fear…

Sometimes in our lives we feel fragmented and broken…as though the light we once felt within our hearts is gone…shattered beyond recognition…

It is in these moments we must choose

to REMEMBER who we ARE…

to SEE the BEAUTY in the journey…

In those moments when we feel broken by life, we can think of ourselves as light within a crystal…while the crystal may seem to break the light into millions of tiny pieces, it is in fact only revealing what was within the LIGHT all along…a RAINBOW of infinite beauty…

 

When Everything Changes

Hello again…

it’s been years since you and I have seen the light of day…

There was a time we believed through love and magic we would find our way…

Years in this dark forest searching for the light to help us see…

When everything changes…find your way to me…

Hello again…

I remember how your laughter used to call to me…

There was a time when the child within your eyes could see eternity…

Years in this dark forest frightened to believe what we could be…

When everything changes…find your way to me…

Tiny winged horses…a nursery full of toys…a rabbit who rejoices in the love of a  little boy…the tree who finds her happiness in giving everything…the bull whose heart is gentle and the frog who will be King…the guardians of our childhood…the truth that sets us free…the stories we’ve forgotten are the ones that hold the key…within the Silver Mirror a Unicorn is born…and she points us back to Heaven with her silver spiral horn saying…

When everything changes…

Hello again…now at last it’s time for you and I to find our wings…

Another world who is beckoning her Angels with the song she sings…

We’re leaving this dark forest heading for a home we’ve yet to see…

When everything changes…find your way to me…

(C)2016 Child of the Universe Music

Unicorn Rain

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I believe God gives us all signs. It is up to us to notice them.

Throughout my life, major changes and significant experiences have always been accompanied by this quiet, persistent rain.

I call it Unicorn Rain.

I’ve learned to look for it when the Spirit starts to swirl around.

This song is about my experience as a sensitive soul in a challenging world. if you follow Child of the Universe at all, I’m sure you’ll recognize your own experience within the words…

 

Unicorn Rain

It’s not easy in this world of flesh and bone…When you’re different you always feel alone…

And you watch the games the other children play, and you try to join, but they just walk away…

Sometimes loneliness can be your closest friend, where you find the strength to try to try again…

And you spend so many hours upon your knees trying to pass a flower to One who really sees…

And feels the waves as they crash into the shore (lalalalala)

Feels the pain til it don’t matter anymore (lalalalala)

Be the One with the love that will remain in the Unicorn Rain…

It’s not easy when you live your life alone to believe that you will ever find a home…

As you search the eyes of everyone you see for the one who’ll be your family…

Strangers looking on will see the gifts you give, not the fight to find the will to live…

Not the way it feels to write another song scared that no one else will ever sing along…

Or feel the waves as they crash into the shore (lalalalala)

Feel the pain til it don’t matter anymore (lalalalala)

Be the One with the love that will remain in the Unicorn Rain…

When the darkness comes and you are all alone…and there’s nobody who’s picking up the phone…

When the shadows fall and cover all you see…just remember that you’ve got a friend in me…I see you…I see you….

And I feel the waves as they crash into the shore (lalalalala)

I’ve felt the pain til it don’t matter anymore (lalalalala)

Let’s be the Ones with the love that will remain in the Unicorn Rain…

Unicorn Rain…

 

Blessings, My Treasures…may you find your own Unicorn Rain…

 

Standing in the Threshold of Transition

Sobbing this morning in the bathroom of the home I’m losing, crying out to God, begging Him to show me how I must have become a wicked person for all these things to be happening…

The first man I allowed myself to love in eleven years, the first man I allowed my heart to trust after the train wreck of abuse that was my relationship with my son’s father… the only man I ever allowed myself to open my heart to in the THIRTY YEARS since high school… the one I KNEW SAW MY HEART… who breathed in my vulnerability and assured me that when everything was right we would be together, that very man chose to throw my heart in the garbage and walk into an engagement with a woman I THOUGHT was my FRIEND…

The home I thought would be my last rental before buying a finally-ours-actual-forever-home, was being suddenly retracted by the landlady who wanted her daughter and grandson to live there…

My life is in massive upheaval, my hands cannot do hours upon end of massage therapy any longer and I’m not qualified for any other regular form of employment that wouldn’t require 50% of my paycheck to go to childcare…

I can’t begin to understand why this is happening… why my happy-ever-after always goes to someone else… why my lovingly-curated home is being ripped out from beneath us, why our treasures must now be given to relatives or sold to strangers…

My car is barely serviceable for short trips around town, much less ready for the cross country journey that will take us to the home of a friend who can help me record the songs that I hope against hope will create the future of our dreams…

And the keyboard that has served me for 25 years as I’ve performed my music, took a tumble recently and is no more…

transitionOn August 11th, we will be homeless… my sweet little boy and I will face a life of sleeping in the car, a tent, friends’ couches… relying on the kindness of others to be able to navigate the world…

I am terrified.

I cannot begin to tell you how stressful it is for me to be constantly around other people. Being a mother and having no alone time as a result has caused my introverted spirit to cocoon itself in an extra 40 pounds and the hormones of middle age are doing nothing to help.

My hope is that this journey, and my hopefully-as-honest-as-I-can-be-about-my-true-feelings writing will offer a glimmer of hope to anyone else who may be facing a devastating life-transition.

The one thing I remember about transition – especially as it pertains to giving birth – is that it is the time when everything feels IMPOSSIBLE… when you can’t take ONE MORE HIT… when you CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE… THAT is when the baby is about to be born…

The gift of my very long and difficult labor with my son was that I learned I can live through anything and I can do the impossible…

There is a baby in here somewhere… if we just hold on together, and push through the impossibilities… we will get to hold the treasure that has been, through this season of pain, waiting to be born… waiting to meet US… waiting to bless our lives with its BEING…

I’ll hold your hand if you’ll hold mine…

Blessings,

M

A New Pair of Shoes

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These shoes, side by side, represent the choice we have in our lives –

Will we live in utilitarian drudgery or will we choose to SPARKLE?

For years the pair on the left was my go-to for work… along with a pair of scrubs that looked official and made me feel stifled and ordinary.

I bought the pair on the right a few weeks ago, after learning that my landlady was asking us to move to make way for her daughter and grandson – and that we had only 50 days to do it!

Imagine… 50 days to sift through 11 years of our accumulated possessions as a family… 50 days to say goodbye to the only home my son has known since he was six-years-old… 50 days to procrastinate, sitting immobilized amongst stacks of books and bric-a-brac and dishes and toys that represent the story of our lives…

Fifty days to freak out realizing that while I know perfectly well how to make my way couch surfing and caretaking, the process is decidedly different with a child in tow… 50 days to find a car that would be reliable enough to not strand us in unfamiliar territory with no one to call for help… 50 days to plan an exit strategy that, given a choice, would never have been
necessary until we had FINALLY BOUGHT our forever home…

Fifty days to say goodbye to the community we have loved his whole life… to friends who have shown us unfailing kindness and whose generosity has been an integral part of our survival and whose love we could not do without… 50 days to imagine a life where my mom isn’t a mere 15 miles away, where my siblings and nieces and nephews won’t be a part of our day-to-day…

But there is another side of this 50 days… 50 days until we launch into the next phase of our lives… 50 days until we get to explore new places and encounter new friends… 50 days until we are relieved of the burden of rent and electric bills and the albatross of this unending financial pressure to make it all work here… 50 days until national forests and a tent under the stars and getting back to basics and learning the rhythms of the Earth and sky… 50 days until our roadschooling adventure takes us to the living history of our great nation; to battlefields and DC and the Smithsonian and the Liberty Bell…

Fifty days until I throw my heart completely into the ring with music and ask God to hold us up and trust Him to do it… 50 days until living by faith becomes more than just a cute bumper sticker slogan… 50 days until we walk into our destiny and see what it holds…

In every hero’s journey there is what is known to filmmakers and novelists as an INCITING INCIDENT… we’re all familiar with it… when the tornado sweeps Dorothy away from Kansas… when Gandalf arrives in Hobbitton and Frodo leaves home with the ring…

These are the moments when the plot twists and the author leads us to discover the simple person in the story is not so simple after all… that the scared school girl is the only one who can stand up to the wicked witch… that the humble hobbit is the only one who can defeat the malevolent forces of Mordor… it is the rocket fuel that launches us into the space we are meant to inhabit… that allows us to see why we were born…

It is the moment when we discover we need a new pair of shoes if we are to navigate the next phase of our journey…

The old shoes – our old ways of being – cannot carry us where we are meant to go… we need to say goodbye to the familiar and constant… to trust our well-being to the journey itself…

The old shoes ARE the past… the ways we have learned to tread water in our lives and get by… but the old shoes are holding us back… the old shoes offer no promise of magic…

The NEW shoes beckon to us… the way they refract the light into a myriad of possibilities… and sometimes they are placed on our feet FOR us, as with Dorothy… we didn’t ASK for this… we didn’t MEAN for this to happen… but the shoes are there, nonetheless, and they will carry us along a path fraught with dangers, inhabited by unlikely friends, paved in the gold of wisdom that will carry us to our destiny…

I do not know what lies ahead on the path we are about to take, but I do have faith that the Author of this life has already written the story and that the ending will be a good one…

We recently watched the film, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. The young Indian man who runs the hotel has a favorite saying and I think it is perfect to leave you with today –

“Everything will be alright in the end… if it’s not alright, it’s not the end…”

Blessings on YOUR Journey!

M

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Kissed Back to Life by LOVE

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What if…

…Fairy tales are REAL?

What if…

…the daily grind IS the spell that puts our Princess
Hearts to sleep?

What if…

…the KISS awakening was just the beginning of the
Journey back to your heart?

What if…

…You could hear the SONG of your HEART again?

What if…

…You CHOSE to SING it?

Imagine you are Alice, standing before the looking

glass… would you DARE to step INSIDE?

There are many allegories and metaphors…

Back to the Garden, Within the Silver Mirror, The Princess

Kissed back to LIFE by LOVE…

Your HEART

Your ART

Your VOICE

THESE are the TREASURES to SEEK

The Kingdom of Heaven is Within YOU…



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