In tribute to our GoldenGreenGoddessVisionary, Ellen Peterson, Beloved Happehatchee Center and all the inspired Artists, Dreamers, Guides, Mentors, Musicians,  Poets, Teachers, StoryTellers, Singers, Shamans  and especially ~to all the Children who come to play, bless and create this Sacred Space.

I am cradled in Ocean Dreams, soothed awake

~where I play, and sometimes pray with paint and brushes surrounded in wet, wild, windswept Valleys

that hug vaulted, majestic Mountains graced with

tall White Birch who anchor the Light and Energies in and around shaded Creeks, whispering Ferns, Devas, Gnomes,Fairies and fanciful, perfumed Forest Flowers

~where Butterflies sing.

I am birthed in Ocean Dreams, gently nursed awake

~on Crystal Rivers where precious Stones drum

melodic, passionate, poetic love songs to inspire magical new worlds rising above misty, purple snowcapped

Mountains in white-laced, pillowed waves blessed and

given as communion rejoicing to reseed a dew drenched,

sun shimmering Universe birthed on ever streaming Milky Way Moonbeams and magically carpeted Galaxies

of benevolent brother-sister Star Beings in joyful,

harmonic oneness with spirit filled Humanity

~where Butterflies sing.

I am caressed in Ocean Dreams, tenderly touched  awake ~inside emerald green goddess Gardens grown

in sun-splashed, stained glassed windows framed as

radiant Shrines where Birds, Crickets, Frogs, Lizards, Owls and Snakes serenade and dance the music

of my soul and dreams awake while I swing snug in a

woven hammock cocoon hung between soft, fragrant

Breezes below sanctuary Choirs of tropical Palms, silken robed Bamboo monks and massive, moss laden Oaks chanting the hours beneath high masted clouds sailing across Tahitian blue Skies

~where Butterflies sing.

I am held in Ocean Dreams and hugged awake

~in muted and mellowed OM mantled mantras

spun silver and gold between

honey sweetened day dreams too

soon forgotten when I staged and played

my life along spinning, spiraling pathways through

hushed and haunted memories of darkened caverns

babbled and dabbled grey in secrets whispered in earthen

clay marrow and centuries of ancestral mind and bones

~where Butterflies sing.

I am floated in Ocean Dreams, graciously awakened

~among courageous Spirit Guides and

Dragonflies who journey beyond banished boundaries

of fear and mysterious nightmares witnessed as children while content to play in closed backyards or in high, nestled tree houses newborn in spring woods

tracked through familiar, remembered dreams,

memories and glimmerings strung on gossamer beaded,

rainbow ribboned, gentle make-believe, magical games,

exquisite, mystical songs and ecstatic, dizzying dances

~where Butterflies sing.

I am swimming in Ocean Dreams, splashed awake

~on high cabled, swinging, wood-bangled bridges

bounced and balanced by spirited noble Seekers who are never lost, but found in treasure mapped, multi-layered, lavishly draped landscapes of whirling, twirling Kaleidoscopes spinning round and round filled with

dancing Devas who dare to journey in and out beyond

time and space threaded through these gated,

goddess playtime portals between multidimensional worlds of a thousand thunderous, Tidal Moons

and sacred Shaman’s Dreams

~where Butterflies sing.

OceanMomma ~SummerOM

~WhiteWaveFlowing with Light

Spring 2009

~In Grace and Gratitude for my new Happehatchee home!

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