Covered in Fur

Covered in fur

or feathers,

shells or scales

or skin.

Yet we are

one aspect of the

Great Beloved.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 22, 2004

Solstice 2010

I sit

in my little pup tent,

in the tiny folding chair

in one of these small physical bodies,

with a huge 35 pound crystal,

Our Lady, in my lap.

We are holding space

for the solstice ceremony.

The Kamura clan, my clan,

is drumming,

lined up to the left.

The Aganea clan in full force,

chanting their name

is lined up to the right.

Tera enters,

garbed for initiation

in Her flowing gown

decorated with symbolic items.

She walks down the aisle

between the two clans,

an unescorted wedding march

to the light.

The ceremony

paves a highway,

builds an access

across the void,

to the dimensions beyond.

Tera allows another layer

of Her onion skin quarantine

to peel off, to fade away.

Tera welcomes the intense light,

from across the void

to bathe and enfold Her.

To permeate Her.

Tera shivers……

cleansing again speeded up,

increased healing here and now.

She soars on the updraft.

Now is the time

for each of us to join Her.

To turn inward

to clear yet another layer

of our onion peel.

Another shadow place

seen, loved and forgiven.

We are One.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 21, 2010

In Liberty Falls, Alaska

I LUNCH WITH A SQUIRREL

She’s chattering loudly

in the full spruce tree,

long before I can see her.

I stand,

honoring her vigor,

enjoying her lengthy announcements.

I ask permission to pass.

She chatters on,

permission not granted.

I stand.

She comes into eye contact,

six feet away.

Why would you want to pass?

Am I not beautiful, fascinating?

I drop my consciousness

into my heart. I stand.

She comes down the tree

to the base,

now five feet away and

she makes full eye contact.

Deciding to trust me,

she scampers off to her larder

and returns with a pinecone.

She hunches,

beautifully filled out.

Her tail, fully feathered

lies along her back,

the black tip,

an ostrich feather

blowing in the wind.

One pinecone isn’t enough.

She returns to her cupboard

and eats a second three branches high,

debris dispersing in the wind.

I shift on my feet.

She doesn’t notice.

She and I,

so proud of each other,

So clearly simply

separate flowers,

each in full bloom,

in the garden of Creation.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 19, 2010

Above Liberty Falls, Chitna Alaska

DADDY

Pictures of us

slide effortlessly

across time.

Me learning to dance

standing on your shoes.

Identifying winter trees

by their shape.

Being the Sunday morning

greeters together at Church.

Fast forward to

needing two men to help you

enter that last canoe ride

out to the basking turtles.

And all across the line

I feel your love and pride

in and for your own life.

Your joy playing guitar and singing

at our numerous camping fires.

Your joy in Great Books and ideas.

Your LEOness loved and accepted you

knowing others would, of course.

Effortlessly changing tables

“So what are you talking about here?”

Knowing you’d be included and loved.

So was I loved by you.

And your love saw me through.

Never a word of criticism at the divorce.

Just love.

The gifts you gave me

this life time were/are immeasurable.

Your light shines down on me

And I shine back.

I love you too, Daddy.

Happy Father's Day 2010

From Lizette Estelle Burns

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