Thank you for stopping by...
Kreshia's
~ shire and butterfly garden ~
This
page is for one of my dearest friends Kreshia. I have known Kreshia
now for a number of years and we have become quit close. I wanted
to give her a special gift, so I decided to make this page for her and
dedicate it to her and all the women like her who have worked with patients
that are dying from Cancer.
Kreshia is an Oncology Nurse at a local hospital in our
area and was very close to me at the time of our daughter's death.
She helped me to get through the grieving process.... (which, by the way,
never really ends!) She has spent many hours working in the hospital,
helping the family and loved ones of those who are making the transition
to the 'Other Side'. She is now working at the hospital teaching
and educating the people in our area about health issues and alternative
medicine.
She has a great
affinity for the little creatures we call Butterflies, and her favorite
is the Monarch Butterfly. It is her belief that the Butterfly represents
change and transition which is a 'natural' for anyone working with those
that are dying. I feel it is appropriate to set this beautiful page
up with this wonderful background set, in her honor! She is a loving,
kind, compassionate human being and I, for one, am proud to have her as
one of my very best friends.
I am also currently
working on pages which will make available her monumental work, 'The
Sweat Gazette'. Kreshia has worked hard on this project for 2 years
now, making stories from the Native American world available to the public,
with the permission of our Leader ~ Chief Archie Fire Lame Deer ~ .
She has taken the time and effort to do the research for the Sweat Gazette
and had it printed at her own cost with never a complaint! She is
a giving individual and deserves recognition for all she has done for the
rest of us!
So let us begin
a truely wonderful adventure into the heart, soul and spirit of my dear
friend ( and hopefully yours ) KRESHIA!
I would like
to start by introducing you to Kreshia's heart-center by posting some of
her poetry that she has written...
RAINBOW STAR BLANKET
2/23/96
CRETIA
Rainbow star blanket … so close that I can touch you.
Warm night air … smelling of Grandfather Sage.
Looking to the four directions …grounded in the Earth.
Beyond time and space I live this moment.
Hear my voice; hear my voice calling to you.
Wing-ed ones paint the sky in deepest black.
Come to me with the setting of the sun.
Your sacred blackness wraps me in her reverie.
Time now for inner contemplation to pursue.
Looking west, the quiet of the night surrounds me.
Like the wise old bear, I curl in on myself.
Time now to hibernate in a cave of reddest stone.
The howling of the winter wind coming from the north
Has changed the warm to cold … chilling cold
And I must curl in upon my many thoughts.
The yellow glow of new day is on the horizon.
Body and consciousness aligned to the east.
All is made clean by the sun’s first rays.
The snow has melted and streams swell banks.
The time to sleep and dream has past.
The door to the south opens, encompassing the Earth.
Life and death hang in balanced harmony within me.
Body and soul grow warm, cradled in Creator’s Heart.
Like sister corn, I grow straight and tall and healthy.
Hot white light making me pure and clean and beautiful.
Hear my prayer as I call to you Creator, hear me now.
It is your life, which dances through my heart and mind.
It is your breath, which animates this sacred vessel.
You are the colors; you are the textures of this sacred life.
With joy I dance in your circle. I dance with joy.
EUCALYPTUS
2/10/96
CRETIA
Lying in the scanty shade of the eucalyptus tree,
I can’t hide from the sun; I can’t hide from the moon.
Is it hours, days, and months that pass away … pass away?
Loosing track of time … turning in on myself
Like an old sock turned inside out, ragged strings hanging down.
I feel like a gaping and ragged wound … unable to heal
Unable to move past the lethargy of the timeless moment.
Patches of shade migrate across my body.
Hungry for the darkness, I turn from side to side.
Seeking the respite of the dark … dark which only lasts moments.
Or is it hours, days and months … hours, days, and months?
The grass grows up around my toes … ants migrate across my belly.
Melting into the earth … there is a peace here … peace.
What sorrow brought me to this place? … What sorrow?
Darkness stolen from the light has given my soul quiet.
Quiet needed to heal and grow into new strength.
Where once a gaping and bloody wound tore across this flesh
Strong ridges of new flesh bind together the body … the soul.
Now turning from side to side, seeking the warmth of the sun.
Ready for the scrutiny of the light … seeking the scrutiny.
Warming places long cold … warming places long cold.
No longer rolling side to side, seeking bits of sun or shade.
I crawl into an open place … then climb into the light.
I want … I need ... the blazing searing full light of day.
Burning out of body and soul … shedding my old skin.
Like brother snake … moving into new self … new life.
Blood roaring through veins and arteries … breathing deep
Newborn!
New life!
New day!
2/14/96
CRETIA
Cat sits quiet at my feet,
Clock ticks soft midnight to meet.
The night is black without stars
And I have oh so far to go,
So far to go.
Eyes are closed. I look within,
To that vast dark quiet place.
Where dimensions merge time and space,
The universe within me.
The universe within me.
Consciousness of cold night fades,
As inward I do travel.
Along the inner spinal chakras
… Kaleidoscopic view,
… Mysteries to unravel.
Climbing up without movement
Speeding through dimensions.
Between inhalation and exhalation
It takes my breath away.
Takes my breath away.
Laughter bubbles up within me.
Joyous happy place
Solstice of my soul’s delight,
Transfixed on inner spheres.
Too much … too much … to bear.
Painful breath now does return
Sliding down the spine.
Cat sits quiet at my feet,
Clock ticks soft midnight to meet
And the night is filled with a million stars.
So, Dear
Friend . . . I hope you like your gift !
You deserve so much more !
Love always
M.
While you are here won't you please sign Kreshia's
guestbook...
Let her know how much we all appreciate her!
This lovely border set is from Fantasy Realm/Webspinning
Design.
Sissi is a good friend of mine and is very talented!
She offers lots of goodies for all occasions and will do beautiful custom
work too! Thank you Sissi for being another wonderful woman who offers
so much to all of us!
Love you!
M.
Please friends - have a heart! This beautiful set belongs to Sissi
at Fantasy Realm... If you would like to have it go and visit her, as it
is her sole property and copyrighted by her.
All poems on this page belong to Cretia and are her property! Please do
not remove or use without writing to her and asking for her permission.
Copyright by Cretia.
This page was designed with loving hands and a hopeful heart!
By
~ Miranda ~
From
Miranda's
Den
Some of the beautiful graphics you see on this page were designed by Lady DJ.
Use Kreshia's dream book to go and visit her and view her beautiful artwork.
*smile*
