Category Archives: motherhood.

Heaven.

There is a green
Plane of life
And a young god
Digging in
Rich earth.
There’s a
Maturing goddess
Still very fond
Of her own infancy
Watching,
Gently swaying
To the rythm
Of the breeze
Trough guardian
Trees who stand
Watchful and true.
There’s a rainbow
Wall of swirly-whirly
Magnetic tide
Which carries
What’s wanted
Swift and succinct.
The occasional
Winged warrior
Flits from verdant
Watchtowers,
Encircling this
Heavenly haven
Carried on
A stream of
Grace.
There’s a fiery
Father
Sending warm wisps
Of love from
His high-throned place
And round and
Nurturing mother
Receives his
Delicate embrace.
Eyes which
See the lens –
Eyes which pierce
The veil –
Eyes which
Frequencies dissemble –
Study the playful
Exchange.
There’s a private
View of heaven
Which opens into
The expanse,
And all who
Venture inward
Enter and wish
Ever to stay.

Freedom.

Freedom is
Spinning whirling dervishes
In the daisies
And falling
To the earth
Gasping
Lungs afire
Nose cold
And cheeks cherry
Like your favorite
New shoes.
Freedom is
Hours in neighboring
Trees
Setting traps
Of twigs
In fallen leaves
Wading through
Waist high
Grasses
Scratching
Itchily on
Stiff denim.
Freedom is
Surfing green carpeted
Grasses
And fishing from
Rainwater streams
Grabbing grubs
And earthworms
Just to watch
Them wiggle
Wriggle
And yes
They taste terrible!
Freedom is
Knowing
Which wildflowers
Are sweet
And which are
Bitter
Making fresh paint
From bright
Yellow
Dandilions
For sidewalk
Masterpieces.
Freedom is
Picking snap peas
And carrots
Fresh from
Mom’s garden
(Maybe it was a rabbit)
And gulping
Bellies-full of
Coppery water
From the garden
Hose
(That hot sunbaked
Stream tastes best)
Freedom is
Holding the garden hose
In your mouth
And spitting
And sputtering
On the first
Gush as your
Brother giggles
In belly-bent
Delight.
It’s rubber-band
Finger-guns
And cap pistols
And pop rocks.
Freedom is
Naptime
Escape
Ringing the
Cul-de-sac
Before mom
Catches you.
It’s dancing naked
In warm afternoon
Rain
And the sounds of
Midday birds
And stillness
That only quiet
Neighborhoods
Know.
Freedom is
Rushing from
Early morning
Beds
And hallway-dressing
To catch
Your favorite shows.
Freedom is
The eye’s
Treasure hunt
Trying to count
Every new
Wildflower
And noticing
The speed
At which
Neighborhood
Trees grow.
Freedom is
Simple.
Freedom is
Grace.
Freedom is
Ease.
Freedom is
Free.

Unstuck.

Things get broken
People get
Stuck.
People just are
Where they are –
Nothing missing,
Nothing to fix.
We’re all on
A journey,
No two are
The same.
Some paths cross,
Some intertwine,
But all walk thier
Own way.
If nothing
Was broken,
If no one’s
To blame,
Where is your
Faulty judgement?
Who is really offending
Your bickers
And shame?
I know my preferences
And they’re alright by me.
I don’t need to
Change me
To fit into
Your shoes.
It’s all in there
The good stuff
And “bad”
(Is it so bad?)
It’s all sacred.
They’re gifts –
Sometimes lessons,
Sometimes blessings –
But all serve the
Purpose of feet
To path.
If there’s nothing
To fix,
If there’s nothing
Wrong,
Then the unsticking
Is an option
As simple as
A game of
“Fun and easy”
Versus
Right or wrong.
Suffering happens
When the soul
Asks the human
To wake.
Suffering is a past
Past time –
When you’re
Centered
Tuned in
And in control
Of yourself,
Aware when your
Triggers were tripping
You up,
And exercise
Authority
Over mind and emotion.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
What ever doesn’t
Serve you,
What’s not worthy,
What trips you up.
Nothing to fix
Just get unstuck.
It’s freedom.
It’s power.
It’s a life of
Purpose and joy
To have true
Command
Over all of yourself
And your relationship
With life.
There are factors
External,
Beyond your control,
But your business
Is you
First and foremost.
To really help
Others,
To really give back,
Help yourself first,
Be steadily
On track.
Then watch as you
Bless
And shower
And rain
With real transformation
Helping others
Who are just
As stuck as
You used to be!

– I am on the path of a Great Teacher and I have a great life because I choose it to be so.

Sacred Mistakes.

It’s all sacred
Even the mistakes
Especially the
Mis Stakes.
Lines in sand
Taking stands
Positions
And sides
Doing the work
Sure footed
Without a single
Shirk
Of what you
Thought you knew
To be truer
Than true.
No mistakes
When sacred sides
Do take.
No mistake
When life’s
Lessons
Rolled out
Like your
Personal red carpet
Inviting you to
The grandest awards
Show
Your soul could
Ever hope to know
About.
Walk forward
Step it up
Stand tall
Play the game
See the truth
There’s not a thing
Wrong –
Nothing at all!
Choices are for
Making
Risks are for
Taking
In this
Sacred spiral
Dance of life
Play it big
Don’t play small
(Your big
Does not
Have to be the same
As anyone else’s).
Each choice has an outcome
Every outcome has
More choices
As we loop-de-loop
Along our paths
Circling and coming
Back
Sometimes to pick up
A stranger
Who forgot to look
At it all
Sometimes to see
For ourselves
The nothing back there
In the trees.
It’s all sacred
This cha-cha-cha
We do for the King.
See the path
See it true
See the lessons
The beauty
See the connectivity
Of us all
See how life is working
For you
Even when you feel
Like you’ve done
Nothing at all.
Some “mistakes”
Held dearly
Because the depth
Of the wound
Was the soul’s
Opportunity
For finally getting
A lesson
For unsticking and old
Seeming
For once and
For
ALL!
It is so!

That One Day.

That one day
Was rough
But I never gave up.
The next day was ok
Until the evening
Blew up
All around me
I still didn’t give up.
A few days later
Were fine
But a few hours
Of time just seemed
To bring
Me all the worst junk.
Guess what?
I hung in
Who woulda thunk?
A few weeks went
By
I forgot to complain
I realized things
Just naturally faded
Away.
The doubts and concern
The excuses and blame
Just seemed to go
As fast as they came.
It was weird
Wonderful
Funny
And cool
How easily I handled
What I was sure
Would have been
The end of my progress
The end of all ends.
I never gave up though
I never dismayed
I kept on a keeping
Check it out,
Look at me
Rocking the look of
Happy!!

Life: Celebrate Daily.

Goals reaching
For daily
Some days
Seem like the eternal
Infernal carrot
And stick
While trudging
And trying
Feels like life’s
Funniest trick.
Feeling the weight
Of today’s
Trouble
And trials –
STOP.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
Yes.
Yes you can.
It’s within
Your power.
You’re master
And commander
Of your heart and mind.
Thoughts and feelings
Are in your control.
Put out the fires
Deal with the children
Or coworkers
Or partner
Get out of the muck
Get yourself unstuck.
Yes.
Yes walk away
Take five
Take a stroll
Or a drive
And see yourself
Winning the day.
What’s going on here?
What’s making you mad?
What didn’t go
Your way?
What’s made you
So sad?
Work it all through
Your feelings are
For you
To feel
And deal
With each thing that
Arises.
See it for what it
Really is.
Remember remember
How many years back?
Sometimes days
Or weeks even
Remember past muck?
(Just enough to
Notice
Don’t live in the past
Don’t get stuck)
How far you’ve traveled
How far you’ve come
One incident won’t
Undo that
You fought hard and won.
You’re allowed to
Take ownership
Of victories and wins
You’re allowed to
Celebrate
Every step
Every learning
Every time!
And even if
It’s another
To blame
How would a bigger
Person handle it now
(That bigger person
Is you!)
And now armed with
Logic and reason
Let’s make a fun plan
What is it you want here?
What visions
Have you dreaming
What desires have
Your eyes gleaming
And how now do you
Make purposeful moves
Steady and gently
Wise and true?
No bypassing
No stuffing
No covering it up.
Dealing directly
With what it is
As it is.
It’s more than intention
More than a wish
This is your life
Love it
Live it
It’s all for you.

Steady.

Steady now
Gentle builder
Measured steps
Each day do take.
Steady now
Midnight dreamer
Careful actions
Plans do make.
Steady now
Prayerful warrior
Peaceful solutions
Lovingly partake.
Steady now
Committed Gardener
Sorting shorelines
Of life’s grand lake.
Steady now
Loving teacher
Nurturing God’s
Blossoms and fruits awake.
Steady now
Skillful sailor
Guided billowed
Sails to take
Us ever onward
Toward tomorrow’s
Palace doors
And golden gate.

New Endings.

One of the most beautiful things about life, is understanding that it’s never the end. Even in death, it’s not the end. We carry it all inside of us and we take what we need for each incarnation.

Writing is the same.

I’ve updated my ABOUT ME thanks to new eyes opened about the TRUTH of the human experience and the soul journey and who we really are.

There are never any mistakes.

Painting and Poems.

Mommy can we paint?
Later son.
The poetry
Flows
Where a young
Man grows
Weary of
Wandering
And arms
Outstretched
Through this
Web of
Ones
And zeroes
Heroes
Emerging
From wings
Onto darkened
Stage
Glinting steel
Armoured and armed
Perfect
For the
Puppet master’s
Play.
Later my son
We paint,
Not today.
Today we create
From cinders
And Ash
What tomorrow
Will come
To stay
At last.

Happy Life.

I’m happy cooking.
I’m happy combing the beach and dancing silly.
I’m happy baking from scratch.
I’m happy shopping and talking to the sacred people.
I’m happy listening to music.
I’m happy in school.
I’m happy being an Uber for now.
I’m happy training with a transformation master.
I’m ECSTATIC with my children.
I’m happy with my little car.
I’m happy with simple.
I’m happy watching Disney movies and weird stuff.
I’m happy with my writing.
I’m happy with my spirituality.
I’m happy with my sense of humor.
I’m happy with my wonder.
I’m happy with my joy.
I’m happy with discovering.
I’m happy with this adventure called life.

Denials and Affirmations.

Chapter 1: the trash pile

Things that are treasured last.

When you are building someone who is constantly dismantling their own growth and destroying everything good. It’s time to walk away. Grow TF up.

You can hand someone an entire life, thriving business, complete house, and thousands of dollars and they will still pout and demand more. ENOUGH

You can give someone else everything they want on a silver platter, but if you are doing it at your own cost that’s not love that’s enabling

See to your own needs and desires before trying to make everyone else’s life easier.

There’s a difference between can’t help themselves and won’t. Won’t means they need to learn on their own. Time for feet to fire.

Asking people to hold up their end and do what they say is not selfish. It’s loving

Dependency is dependency period.

How many times does one have to be kicked in the face by the same person before they say get the fuck out?
Apparently some of us are slow

A single person flapping their Jaws can bring down an empire.
Be careful who you listen to.

You can get more flies with honey
But they are still flies

It took what it took to get me here. I’m ready to choose wisely.

Chapter 2: Put into the past

I used to think standing my ground was negativity. I love myself enough to protect what’s mine

I used to think self sacrifice was love. I love myself enough to seek what is worthy of me

I used to think it was my job to change people for the better. Now I know there’s nothing to change only my preference vs not

I used to think that giving someone else everything they want would eventually give me what I want, I now seek what’s worthy of me

I used to think I needed to give everyone a fair chance regardless of how they treated me, now I know that how I’m treated is the most important thing to me

I used to think you could be kind to someone and they would come around. Now I know you can’t make anyone do anything

Chapter 3: STAND

I forgive myself for not knowing any better

I’m finally listening to Maggie

I’m a stand for myself now

Maggie matters now

I claim the temple for the meek and holy – thieves and robbers are cast out – it is so!!!!

I used to think I had to let people do whatever TF they want to me and take everything from me – I now claim freedom

I am a powerful creator of entire worlds of reality – watch out kids, its getting awesomer and awesomer!!

I’m a king maker, an empire builder, a natural muse and motivator. Now I’m backing the team worthy of me

I claim what is rightfully mine – now – it is so!

All that I desire comes to me now easily and effortlessly with no conscious thought necessary. It is so!

Affirmation of Health.

I’m a child of God
I am a temple of the holy spirit.
I am strong
God dwells in me
I am powerful
And beautiful energy flows through me
I get to choose what I want in my body
I choose not to have ailments allergies or Ilillness
If i have an agreement to have this I choose not to and I can have a different way to fulfillthat agreement
Because I have chosen my body now vibrates in a different vibration
I choose health
Peace
And love
And because I choose health peace and love my body vibrates and resonatesat that level
I choose
Abundant prosperity ease and grace
My body vibrates at that level and only that will come to me.
Feel each one grow in the body.
Peace
Love
Strength
Abundance
Creativity
Clear-headedness
Confidence.
Pushing out everything not that
Only thing in the body is that one energy.
Peace
Love
Strength
Abundance
Creativity
Clear-headedness
Confidence.
And it is so.

– partially borrowed from my teacher. Alex Then.

The photo is a shell from the beach the day I threw the little living shells back, slate from the graveyard St Mary’s basilica in Norfolk, va and the stone from the beach the day I listened to God and he helped me with my work.

Limitless.

It’s only been a few weeks and the natural world is recovering, people are recovering, families are coming together, neighbors are coming together. Only a few weeks.
People are getting clearer and clearer about what is important to them and we’re all making choices about what it is that we want to be doing in the future and where we want to be going.
There’s a feeling of peace in the ether.
The bay is calm. The animals are calm. The streets are calm. People are overwhelmingly calm and peaceful in spite of some complaints.
Only a few weeks.
Look at what we can do!!!

Questing.

Once upon a time
Someone posted a funny
About toilet paper
A few very scared people took it
Very seriously and out of fear
And desperation to do
Everything possible to
Protect and love their family
They said
Ok so apparently toilet paper is important
And so they collected all they could
For their family
Who they loved
Heart and soul
Soul and heart.
And seeing these people
Buying up toilet paper
And not seeing the hearts of man
Others became angry
And confused
And scared
You won’t take from my family!
And thus they bought it all up
And it didn’t stop there.
And the ones who
Said I’m smart
Listen to me
Said do this do that
And others said
This person is to blame and that person is to blame
And all of this
Over
One
Meme
On
Facebook.
The world is listening
What are you saying?
You never know if yours is the joke
That changes the world!

Home.

Hearth bread
And
Open
Doors
Mead and honey
Butter
Soft
Dipped into
By
Love’s
Creation
Oranges
Rolling ever off wooden tables
Rolling tumbling onto the floor
Zest and juice spilling
Tiptoe ever outward
On Word catching
Squeaks in floorboards
Listen
Mother’s
Laughter
In the making
Her stewpot
Overflowing
Overfilled
2 brims
Of saucers spread out over time and creation
You are patienter than me.

Me Colored Glasses.

Kiss of fate
These matrons three
(Where were you?
What did you see?)
Wishes granted
Best group ever.
Slaying cyclops.
Reignite purpose.
Have you collected
Enough proof yet
My dear?
We
Got
You.
Go.
Study.
Be a mom
We got this.
Live now love
With simple joy
It’s not boring
When you see
Mother
Through Me Colored
Glasses
Try em on
Come see.

Sutra 26.

My Beloved is
Newborn smiles,
Sunshine laughter
Of children at play
In God’s backyard.
My Beloved is
The family cave
Safely sheltered
Gathered within
Mother’s arms
Father’s gaze.
My beloved is
Kitchen table telling
And afternoon snacking
And inside joke teasing.
My beloved is
Familiar
Family
Home.

Sutra 18

My beloved
Teaches me
To Love gently
With spiderweb
Grace
And the delicacy of
Sandy grains
Felt singly
Over fingertips.
My beloved
Teaches me
To Listen
To those words without
Language
Uttered in stillness
Remember the knowingness
It repeated itself
Three times.
Remember the third
How the deal was sealed.
You chose.
The agreement was broken.
A shell is just a shell.
Oaths taken too lightly
Broken too easily.
My beloved
Teaches me
That loving
Is fragile,
That love
Is fragile.
My beloved shows me
No mercy
As I learn to treasure
Another’s Grace.

Sutra 16

My beloved
Washes over
And through me,
Crystalline light.
If you listen long
You may hear it
Like church bells through
Honeycombed temples.
Immerse yourself in her stillness
As mother’s loves
Swarm
Humming creation’s
Lullaby.
Sunlight pure
Like the desert southwest
Unobstructed light
Creating eldritch images
As light plays with shadow and makes love
Over crumbling walls.
Listen to the breath
Of my beloved
How it crunches
Like summer straw bales
Dragged through dewy grasses.
Stand in the stillness,
Like Christ’s footsteps on water,
Like memory foam.
Feel the emptiness buzzing
With such ferocity,
This great roar
Of silence.
My beloved holds
Sacred
Secrets
Within her,
Uncompromised by fear and shame and insanity.
My beloved teaches me
To cherish
That deep and treasured
Space
Where form meets formless
That coveted light
The bridge to Mother.
Protect her ever
As the purest and most precious
Daisy
Pearl
Child of Light.
This frail and fragile gift
May I ever protect it
Bounty from Father Sea
Messages in bottles
Delivered unto the beloved
Barefooted by me.
My beloved teaches me
Selection,
“Be picky love”
She whispers
“Take only what’s meant for you”
“All else would only sour.”
My beloved teaches me patience
As I observe
Time and tide
Circular
Ebbing
The distance between crossings
Ever narrowing.
I watch now
Observing her signs
As the beloved teaches me to listen
To the voice of the universe
As she unravels my own
Life’s mysteries to me.
My beloved teaches me rest
As my cheek and my pillow,
Gentle lovers make,
And bones and sinew
Find workspace for their knitting,
And my mind gently cooing,
My breathing tells me I’m asleep.

Sutra 5

Amber waves
Come in pulses
Flesh cannot contain
Spiral lime-green
Matrix-fallus
Love’s DNA
Lust’s progenitor
Yellow tides
Pulling inward
Awash in every hue.
Rolling pleasure
Contracts to pain.
Thank the mother
Thank the ruby fire
Into thy Temple
My blessed virtue
May it worthy be.
And so it is!!!!

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for linda.

Posted on MaggieRuch.com DECEMBER 6, 2014

You came to me-
Thunder and lightning-
Waking me from
My self-imposed slumber.
Placed in my
Muddied and broken arms,
Heaven’s dew still dripping
From your perfect form,
I watched your sweet face
In your choosing
To grab hold of life.

I watched you
Drawing delicious new breath
Deciding
To stay,
Choosing me
To teach me
Little wise soul,
About love
And living
And being.

I watched your light
Grow
As you nursed,
Each greedy sip
Our eternal cov’nent
To create in each other
The perfection in you
Transforming
The worst of me.

I watched you slumber
Fitfully,
Your old soul
Restless
For a life
Bigger than your
Tiny perfect heart might hold.
You cried
To have all of me
More than I thought could give-
Worn and broken as I was.

You clung to me
Like sunrise
Like dew
Like the wind
Cling to mother-earth.
You begged me
To be more
Than my current circumstances
Told me I could ever be.
Your newness
Trusted me
Completely
Unflinchingly
Unencumbered
By my flaws
And pain.
You saw me
Right through
The me I saw in your eyes
Reflected back.

You communed with
My weary soul,
Showing me who I
Would become
For you:
Mother
Nurturer,
Giving you my all and then some.
You shattered my illusions of:
Powerless
Choiceless,
Reacting to every imagined threat-
My ghosts-
Silent mirages.

You told me who I would be:
Strong
Committed
Loving
And loved.
You saw in me
The Goddess I had missed before:
Stooping,
Hiding in shadows,
Dwelling within,
And now demanding exit
From this shabby cocoon.
I renewed my childhood promise:
Protect you,
Prepare you,
For the giant life
You are entitled to.

For just a little while-
A short trip-
In the eternal scheme
Of life
Until on giant feathery wings
You will fly
Free to be
The woman
The priestess
The queen
You truly are.