The Hub Bubble Journal

  I had an interesting call to handle this morning. During the course of my regular calls to the line which I offer my service as a psychic reader I received a new caller. This person was so overwhelmed that someone she deeply had feelings for was suffering emotional pain due to loss that she felt a need to reach out with a message of love and support to the gentleman.  Her dilemma is that the person she clearly loves is already in a commitment with all of the trappings that come with being an integral part of an established unity. Though her call did not focus on anything of surprise to me as I receive many just like it her intensity was off the scale to reject any association with responsibility for her own happiness. On the one hand the person of interest concerned was always making everything all about him and pushing her aside. On the other hand she is aware he has past trauma regarding abandonment which he has disclosed to her. That he should take responsibility for his ...

 When the seasons divide bringing air to rush mouths to halt mid-yawn at thunder's clatter; As energy subsides to fear of morning's hush, winding limbs recoiling causing dreams to shatter. When ordained skies move as one with the earth, in that second when all is in view on life's horizon; Laid bare, caressed of hope transparent, undisturbed; In that brief interlude, in that copse of heaven smiling. That is when our bond lives outside of earthly realm. That is where our love is molten gold and shining .. Where shadows sweep and search high for our gem; There is our sacred altar where our hearts lay as diamonds. It is such a good feeling to know that to describe a feeling in a certain way can bring another person to complete understanding and recognition. The best part is knowing we are united with humility.

 I do not care that he did not say sorry. It pulls my heart only that he did not feel it. Coveting of my words - private, laid bare  and vulnerable, innermost feeling; not his experience, not his truth! Plunged like a wound to my soul. In the discovery not of his sharing my words  as his to own, not that, but in all the loss; I lost years .. staying, waiting, being unaware that all he did to bring me down, to discredit me, was done to hide his deed.  That thrashing of my soul was not innocent. It was contrived in every motion, gesture, hammered out. No emotion, he was not present, not ever with me. He knows yet still hides and exalts himself. He cannot see beyond the perimeter I know is there. This makes me sad for life, for truth is never his, nor will be. He cannot release his inner self. I have a way to let go of my pain that is bereft to him. We can all be hurt by betrayal but the hardest part of any experience is to have to accept that no matter how much you car...

 As the dusk arrives and the moss gathers on a thousand pebbles; As the colour strips away from the peeling clouds; As the dark night doubts, for just one second, before he allows the first star to splash its delight, lifting the darkness to the boon of twilight which draws the empty soul out from under the covers that are the tranquil mask over day; As the ocean falters on its decision and shakes hands with the moon as he turns on his projector; As the earth begins to shiver with heavy eyelids, unable to throw her glory into the prevailing light shimmer; As the moment of whispers and secrets is revealed as an audience sleeps; That's when all questions are answered. Accepting all that is as it is, relenting to the understanding that we can control but we are not in control. Man did not create the universe. That brings to bear its glory.

 Seasons skip, the foxgloves refuse. An array is imminent, they have learned the wall but not the sun; elegance but no scent. A small buff moth is thrown to the cool breeze, lost nomad seeking shelter dances into the shadows; no charisma without light. Tomorrow the sky may shimmer as foxgloves yawn to the warmth, sunkissed silhouettes caressing the wall like rain. Everything around us will remind us of just how glorious all life is, how every living organism depends on another ... all can change, be affected by the elements one on another. Precious nature relies on our protection. 

 You told me that the butterfly would always bring me news, Your presence I could count upon if she did dance around my shoes. When I woke up I wished for one to bring you close to me, Then as I sat out in the sun she sought to land upon my knee. Now my eyes pool silver rain as I look down to greet  A splendid butterfly ballet all spritely around my feet. We don't always see what or who is around us in our every day pursuits or take the time to realise just how beautiful and important every being we are connected to is. How wonderful to know this presence even though it may not be in our immediate gaze.