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September 22, 2006
Our Lady of Truth & Compassion
She carries the symbol, purity cradled in her warmth
Pink roses, the ever reminding love of our Mother... of our Goddess for human kind.
All of our dreams fall upon her, all of our prayers for the strength to be.
We, the women who have the blood of our sister’s, their mother’s, grandmother’s, and the ancient ones.
Her burning heart carries our burden, lifting our spirits, making us whole again... connecting us to the earthen womb.
We are the native daughters of this land.
We are the children of the forgotten ones.
Mother of truth and compassion, you are ‘Our Lady’ who will listen, who will see.
We humbly ask for your strength and knowledge to gather from all our loving sisters before us, into the circle of our being.
We will glow in our own light, as we shine for others.
We are forever grateful.
Posted by kay at 08:59 AM | Comments (0)
September 08, 2006
What's in a Name?
It is always interesting to me, how we see ourselves. Our friends provide for us some sort of interaction which may help us to get a perspective, but sometimes this is not so accurate. To try to even imagine being accurate, as if seeing oneself is like reading a page in a book... not likely so simple.
Recently, I had a conversation with a few friends about our names... the ones we have now in our lives, versus the ones we were born with. As we talked, numerology came into the discussion, and how a name is very important when the numbers are counted.
I have gone by ‘Sarver’ for nearly 30 years, even though my ex-husband and I went our separate ways almost 20 of those years ago. I chose to keep that name, as it seemed easier while raising my sons of the same name. I guess, as a single parent, I felt it was important to be identified with them through this name.
As our conversation continued, and I confessed my ‘real’ name, my friend's faces seemed filled with a sort of shock and amusement.
“Kattenhorn... that is my name”.
The usual, “what is it again?”, and “how do you spell that?” , came up, as this name has always been met with questions, or at the very least, just being asked to repeat it.
We laughed a bit and then two of the numerology experts tuned into the power of this name, which adds up to 11 with my other two names, ‘Kay Ann’. One of my friends, who is known for being a strong personality, was very certain that I should change my name back to this one.... “It is a powerful name, and this will make all the difference in your life”.
We all just sat quiet for a moment, and then I approached it this way. I have always thought that who we are inside is what really matters. You could call yourself the ‘Queen of Sheba’, or ‘Little Orphan Annie’, but will this really make you more special, or less important?
I have considered that the only way I could continue my father’s name, would have been for me to have kept his name, using it on everything I do or make. In truth, who I am is partly a tribute to who he was... and no one could possibly change that... especially with something so elusive as a name.
I felt OK with this train of thought, but I confess, that throughout the very next day, I continually did the oddest thing. I almost signed my name, ‘Kay Kattenhorn’, and several times, when I was asked my name, by some erie coincidence, I began to say the very same name... as if I had said it all these years, without a break.
I do have to admit, that I have had thoughts of changing it, but the cost is absurd, to say the least. In my heart of hearts, I do see myself as this person with my father’s name, and my mother’s smile, but in truth, I will always be who I am, no matter what name I go by.
Thank you Dad, wherever you might be... I know you are OK knowing I am still me, and I love you always, no matter what your name may be now.
Posted by kay at 09:26 AM | Comments (0)
September 03, 2006
Deer Speak
She reaches out to touch his cheek
Knowing that she may feel his warmth in her hand,
His strength and honor in her heart.
The ribbon slips past her fingers
falling just so around his neck.
He does not move away, but excepts the promise
of her intentions.
The golden sun shines, dangling on brown fur.
They speak in an unwritten language
Mystery and magic
bonding all in this love,
the perfect balance of Nature.
Posted by kay at 11:24 PM | Comments (0)