Happy Hathor

While searching for Hathor images on the web a few months ago I came across this drawing of Hathor and I simply fell in love with her.  A very dear friend and fellow daughter of Isis knows the artist and introduced me to her via DeviantArt. The artist is phenomenally talented and has a wonderful love of Ancient Egypt.  I commission her to create my Isis for My Dream of Isis jewelry creations business.  My Isis was absolutely divine - but this Hathor has drawn me back time and again to just view her  - transported to the realms of exultation, music and dance in my heart.  So I contacted her again and asked if she was available.  NOW this joyous image of Hathor is mine.  Truly my Egyptian family moves through this wonderful artist.  You can find her work (and my commissioned Isis on her home page) at My World1.  Yes I am blessed . . .welcome Hathor your joy sings through my soul.

The Desert

The desert so present in my life right now.  A friend just posted about the desert on a totally different subject matter in a different forum.  But the desert has cropped up again for me today, this week, this year - this life.  The desert has been calling me loudly for days, has moved from the edge of my horizon to encompassing my event horizon.  The deep red of the desert, the hard earth and soaring mesas.  The eagle, the mountain lion, the coyote, the jack rabbit, the rattlesnake, the horned toad and the tarantula all call to me in my dreams, my visions my very words.  Nightly I dream of the desert, having visions of the desert, I am writing a story that takes place in the desert - my poetry that speaks of the desert is surfacing today. 

A warm orangy red energy - desert energy has surrounded me today - a very feminine energy.  While at any other time I would say it is Sekhmet I know her energy all too well, this energy is Native American.  My roots are showing and I believe I will find the answer in the desert.

HIS BURDEN

The ancient world foretold its fate that one would come from on high
Strong and tall and brave he would be but heavy doom to him was tied
No pity would he feel no sorrow for the worlds passing; on him it had no tie
For the Divine One gave him a heart so clean where evil could not hide

It was a cleansing he would bring for no message would be said
For the promise he once made ancient prophecy his way now led
Of she who rode now at his side; his dowry of truth and righteousness
for his re-discovered bride so that her divine light could again sing
~~Thy Wife

Reflection

These past two-three days have been one of definite quiet reflection.  Isis knew I needed a quiet time and quiet place.  I have consumed this time with soaking up the glorious rays of Amun-Ra, marveling in the myriad of life that hums, buzzes or lazily dances through the early dawn hours.  Simple reminders of what is important; a caress from my beloved on my cheek, a kiss from the sun, a whisper in the winds from Isis, and my teenager telling me I am great!  My creative spark was fanned into flame with these precious moments and I found I wrote a great deal and created more lovely jewelry.  Like alien children the words and gemstones gave form to themselves and proceeded to evolve to maturity.  I am content now and wish to capture this moment - freeze it in time so I may sample it again later.  I feel the storm rising and I am thankful to take this deep breath, square my shoulder and face what is to come.  Truly my Mother watches over me and loves me.  With every fiber of my being I feel love and renewed dedication for she who could not but love and follow - Hail Isis!

Breath of Life

The air of the Duat is neither dank nor fetid

There are no winds to howl or mist to confuse.

Stillness reigns; the very air is waiting to become

Serenity permeates the expectant traveler

As you draw closer to Ausar urgency stirs

Vibrancy excites; you feel the deep breath of life

We inhale the possibility of the next incarnation

Rebirth  - fragrant of the first lotus - intoxicating

~~Thy Daughter

Poison Woman

There had been something between them long ago - before - - before the anger, the betrayal, before the hate. He couldn't remember right now. Just the chase was there burning into his heart; it seemed he had been chasing her, this poison woman, forever.   The desert rose to protect her,favor her, side with her. Always she was two steps ahead of him. She knew the desert secrets; it gave her its mysteries freely, like it had already decided she was the victor, this poison woman . . .this murderer of his brother.

CREATION

The Door is through me

The way is me
All creation sings inside me

I am the tiger that hunts at night
I am the babe that holds on tight
I am the sparrow that sings midday
I am the dolphin dancing in ocean spray

I am the lonely wind on the high desert plain
I am the rain washing away your pain
I am the fire that brings burning strife
I am the ocean full of hidden life

I am the earth cradling all in my arms
I am the moon that woos with my charms
I am the stars dancing in heavens sky
I am the nova giving birth as a sun dies

I am your Sun that shines on rich and poor
I am the halls of time murmuring forgotten lore
I am the enchantment spun on full moons night
I am the magic wielded with divine might

I am that whisper deep inside all of thee
All creation is hiding inside me
Even a tear, shed when none can see
For I am the door and the Door is me