The Journey 

I walked out with the Moon
Her light shone upon my skin
Bleaching all colour silver
Lighting the Life Spark within

May I follow you Lady?
"Not yet. Not Yet. Walk on."

I flew with the Wind
His strength lifted me high
Carried me amongst the clouds
And far above the trees

May I come with you Brother?
"Not yet. Not yet. Fly on."

I ran with the Green Man
His wildness coursing through me
Making me part of the Wild Wood
As surely as the deer

May I lay with you Lord?
"Not yet. Not yet. Run on."

I wandered over the Earth
Each footstep speaking of
those gone before me
Her rythym the beat of my heart

May I dwell with you Mother?
"You do, my child, you do."

Izzy Shaw (2007)©




Here I Am

Well, here I am.
At this place in time that's known as my life.
And I'd like it to be known that I'm pretty damn smug about it.
OK it's not perfect, but then what is?
It's cut to fit, made to measure and suits me right down to the ground.


Well, here I am.
Happy being me.
There's no-one else that I would rather be.
No-one that I would trade places with.
Not even for a gold pig and a pension.


Well, here I am.
With a husband I adore,
Who can still make my heart do somersaults.
With two son's who are such lovely men,
They make me proud to be their Mother.


Well, here I am.
With family and friends that people would kill to have,
That I don't deserve.
A group of people that I have no right to be part of.
They make me smile just to think of them.

Well, Here I am.
I have been through fire and flood
And, like steel, these things have made me stronger.
They have made me realise how tentative a grip we have on life
And just how hard we must hang on to the important stuff.
 

There have been times when I have thought
OK, enough, I give in;
But how can I resent what has shaped me?
When each experience has ground a facet of the complete me.
So, well, Here I am.


Izzy Shaw (2004) ©





For My Friend

Thank you, for coming into my life
And colouring it with your love

For being there when I need a shoulder to cry on
Or an understanding ear to listen to my rantings

For letting me simply be me
Not having to put on a mask to be acceptable

For laughing with me at the daftest of things
When others are shaking their heads in despair at us

For helping to make my world a rainbow of delights
For filling the YOU shaped hole I didn't even know that I had

For trusting me inside your fragile shell
And letting me feel your pain

You're more than a sister to me
You're the part of me that makes me special

Thank You.

Izzy Shaw ( 2002)©




The images in this next piece came as a dream after doing healing/ magick for a very dear friend.

Snowflakes

In the midst of deep winter Mother Earth, shrouded in Her white cloak, snuggles down to wait for Her time to blossom.

In the deep blue velvet night sky stars sparkle like sparks of eternal life, as our Lady of the Moon watches over the sleeping world.

On the edge of the forest the silence is broken when the Lord of the Wild Wood bursts forth to greet the Moon and revel in Her light in His position as consort of the Goddess.
He stops, His senses raw, tasting 'something' in the air.
There is Magick here. A blessing waiting to be given, from all the Powers.

Then... it starts... to snow...
Softly, silently, caressing and covering all it touches.
The snow comes, flake on perfect flake.
Each one a miracle in it's own right.

A voice known by every heart, a voice as old as time whispers...
              "With each snowflake comes 
                a wish, of love and thanks.
                   A prayer for your life.
                    A kiss from a friend.
               Take them and keep them close."

Izzy Shaw (2003)©

I gave her the poem with a gift of a necklace of snowflake obsidian.