When You Listen

When you offer to listen and you start debating my feelings, I feel invisible and unheard. 

When you offer to listen and you start telling me what “my problem is,” 
I feel belittled and betrayed.

When you offer to listen and you start telling me why I shouldn’t feel the way I do, I feel silenced and invalidated.

When you offer to listen and you start telling me to forgive, I feel exploited and oppressed.

When you offer to listen and you trivialize my emotions, I feel ambushed and mocked.

When you offer to listen and you try to manipulate my reality, I feel sabotaged and unsafe.

When you accept my feelings, I feel acknowledged and respected.

When you support my feelings, I feel valued and loved.

When I feel valued and loved, I can explore the message my emotions have for me.

© 2022 Mother Wintermoon

Moment to Moment

Moment to moment
In this wasted land
The trees still rise to greet the sun and the moon

In every untenable moment
Lives a parallel moment
Where the rivers still flow
The birds still sing
The flowers still bloom

When tenderness and harshness collide
In this wasted land
The rivers still flow
The birds still sing
The flowers still bloom
The trees still rise to greet the sun and the moon
Moment to moment

© 2022 MW

For David’s Wea’ve Written Weekly (W3) poetry prompt on Skeptic’s Kaddish. Kerf Roig is our prompt poet this week. Guidelines: Responsive poem. 16 lines or less. Must start and end with the same line.

Looking Up or Down During Conversations

Not sure if I will continue blogging. As you know, I’m struggling with some issues I’m having on this platform. I’m posting some things I found in my drafts at Mother Wintemoon. They were thoughts I jotted down many moons ago, dusted off and updated with imagery. I hope you will find something in these old thoughts of mine that will be helpful or useful on your journey through life.

A social media group pondered the question of why people tend to look up or down when they are trying to recall something or answer an important question. Many of the responses were judgmental and tended to think negative of those who look up, down, or away during points in a conversation.

I want to put forth some non-judgmental, neutral and positive reasons why this happens.

1. More oxygen flows to the brain when the head is tilted back (looking upward), due to elongation of the breathing track, and increased blood flow where it is needed in the back of the head and neck area, where there is a build up of stress and strain.

There is a Yogic breathing technique aimed at “expansion of mind” which very much resembles looking or staring upwards.

Although we might not be consciously aware of it, it is a physiological response, with a beneficial purpose.

2. People of different faiths look upwards or lift their gaze towards heaven while praying. Looking upwards can be a subconscious way of asking God or Higher Power for help during an emotional or difficult conversation.

3. When we contemplate and think deeply the energy is concentrated in our brain and head region. Looking upwards towards that energy, naturally increases concentration.

4. People with sensory sensitivity can be overwhelmed by other people in the room, colors, mannerisms, lights, sounds, facial expressions and movement. Looking away or down helps the brain to focus.

5. The topic may be deeply emotional or embarrassing for the person, prompting the instinct to look down or off to the side as a coping mechanism. It always helps to be aware that looking down may indicate the other person is struggling with sensory overload or an emotionally difficult subject matter.

6. Neurodiverse people struggle with direct eye contact.

Most of us are just doing the best we can to get through this process of being human.

May we all be less judgmental and more aware of our humanness when communicating with others.

© MW 🙏

Unannounced Changes To WordPress

Last month WP.com eliminated three out of five plans previously offered: Free, Personal, Premium, Business and Pro. The newly eliminated Personal Plan was the most budget-friendly and inexpensive. Among other things, the Personal Plan offered a free custom domain for a year and removed all of those tacky ads from your blog.

I have upgraded to Personal in the past, just to remove the random ads that display on your blog in your sidebar and beneath your individual posts. They are not visible all the time, but they will display randomly for the viewing displeasure of your readers.

At this moment in time, there only two plans available: A) Free with randomly displayed ads. B) Pro at $15 per month/$180 per year.

You can read more at: WordPress.com Makes Major Unannounced Pricing Changes, Slashes Free Storage Limits. In response to unhappy campers, WP announced they will be reviving the old à la carte upgrades for those that want individualized upgrades at various price points, without breaking their budget.

The influx of changes at WP.com appear to be favoring professional bloggers and e-commerce websites with a blog as the target demographic.

You can read about the à la carte upgrades “coming soon” and comments from WP bloggers regarding the barrage of changes at: Introducing WordPress Pro: One Plan, Infinite Possibilities. I personally abhor the tacky ads, but I’m not a professional blogger willing to pay $180 per year to vanquish them.

It will be interesting to see what happens next. It seems they are transitioning from a personal blogger’s community to a platform designed for professional bloggers and the e-commerce community.

I support both professional and non-professional bloggers and sincerely hope they will find a way to accommodate and balance both, but that doesn’t seem to be the direction of the shift. Only time will tell.

PS I updated my previous post Aggravations and Frustrations: A Blogger’s Plight. I miss the good old days at WP. 🙁

Aggravations and Frustrations: A Blogger’s Plight

I’m sad to say that blogging on WP has become an exercise in needless frustration for me.

1) I have to re-log-in repeatedly to leave or reciprocate comments when accessing other blogs through a comment left on mine, even though I’m already logged into WP. The only way around it is to manually put each blog name into the WP Reader each time and comment through the Reader. 😫 This bug in the works is the WORST and biggest deterrent to the interactive blogging experience I’ve ever encountered on WP.

2) “Blocks” have over-taken everything from editing to widgets to the new theme customizer. It’s a block invasion. Blocks are cumbersome, fiddly and overwrought, whereas the pre-block ways were simple, quick and easy-peasy. For the most part, “blocks” are not helpful or time-efficient. Make it make sense.

3) WP used to offer many aesthetically pleasing and creative free “themes.” The new themes all have the same generic look, even when “block” customized. Just a minor bit of nostalgic grumpiness, but I fondly recall the beautiful array of fun, free and easily customizable themes of WP past. Take a trip down memory lane of retired themes. I remember Bouquet, Strange Little Town, Misty Lake, Rusty Grunge, Dusk to Dawn, Matala, Brand New Day and Monster ☠️. My favs were Koi, Fiore and Adelle. We were all so jazzed whenever a new one was announced. Sounds silly, but they had a good vibe, like lots of enthusiasm, warmth and creativity went into making them.

Frustration and Aggravation Summation: The continual barrage of mostly unwelcome changes detract from the personal blogging experience and puts a damper on my blogging enthusiasm. Isn’t feeling encouraged, rather than discouraged to blog, the point?

If it’s broke, fix it. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I cannot be the only long-time WP blogger feeling this way.

Much love, appreciation and blessings to my blogging crew, MW 🙏🏼

Higher-Self / Lower-Self

Cards: Walk In Your Truth Standing Firm In Your Light / What Is Has No Bearing On What Will Be
Front Card: Nothing Real Can Be Threatened / Background Card: Your True Tribe Can’t Show Up Until You Do

Reading Intuited From “Unshakable Inner Peace Oracle Cards.”

You have the highest purpose of unifying the Duality that is inherent in humans and nature. You are continually pulled in different directions from day to night.

Your Divine Mind struggles to achieve what you most desire — peace, acceptance, a sense of well-being that feels true to yourself.

Your Lower-Self perceives through thoughts, emotions and input from the external world. Your Higher-Self perceives through knowledge, wisdom and insight.

The problems arises when the innate knowledge of Higher-Self is obscured by Lower-Self.

Higher-Self is calm and able to integrate new information. Lower-Self is too distracted to process.
Lower-Self or Self-Conscious-Self is enmeshed in performance and reactivity. Higher-Self is assessing and discerning what to take in and what to let go.

Lower-Self reacts to external opinions. Higher-Self integrates them, then accepts them as as worthy or unworthy of absorption.

Spirit communicates with us through Higher-Self. Lower-Self is aware of Divine Energy but is mislead by external manipulations into disconnecting from Higher-Self.

Card: You Can Radically Change Your Results By Shifting Your Beliefs
Card: To Receive You Must Release

Love is all, MW 🙏🏼

Grapes In My Past

There were grapes in my past
Fragrant vineyards
Crates of purple velvet
Pickers spinning yarns
Beneath the white hot sun

There were grapes in my past
A vigneron singing
Ardent planting and harvesting
A legacy of pleasure and pain
Connecting my ancestors 
To the nectar of the God
Bringing abundance
Good luck

There were fields in my past
Fertile soil
Alive with potential
Bountiful and hand-picked
Dust and grain
Olive skin
A stone of remembrance among the rows
Day after day
Plowing the fields
Sun-drunk and callused
Scythes swinging
Servitude by season
Benevolent harvest
God is in the dirt
Destined from birth
Closer to heaven
Through the earth

© 2021

Before There Was One God

Before there was one God,
God was an ewe in labor…
A rain cloud
A life form
The warm sun on the horizon
An orchard in bloom

Before there was one God,
God was a mantra…
A deed
An unplowed field
A thought in progress
A cluster of stars
A gurgling stream
Laughing, chanting
Twirling, dancing
Moonlight shimmering
Whispering, whispering, whispering
Love, love!
Beloved, Beloved!
You are my gardener
I am your seed
You are my bud
I am your tree

I am the flower
You are the bee



She is the pining in your belly,
She is the unease knocking at your door
She is the questioning,
She is the longing,
She is the surge and the pulse,
She is the rhythmic drum beat
Of life and death,
Knowledge and ignorance,
Way down in the recesses
Of your soul.

Awaken! Awaken!
You have been lulled into sleep!
Awaken! Awaken!
Together we shall go forth
With the seeds of Wisdom,
In our hearts, hands and bellies,

© 2021 MW 🙏

Kundalini – the original


I didn’t know the names of the souls standing before me,
The flowers only knew the names of the bees,
The rocks only knew the names of the leaves,
The bluebird only knew the name of the breeze,
All the names are clouded in mystery,
I’m not sure who I am,

I am unfinished.
I am unrecognizable.  
I am unseen.

The face that you see,
That stranger in the mirror,
Is not me.

Perhaps I am only a figment.
Perhaps I am only a whisper.
Perhaps I am only a passing fancy.
Perhaps I am only wishful thinking.
Perhaps I am a soul that took a wrong turn,
On the way to eternity.

Perhaps I am only a jagged stone,
Thrown into the rushing waters,
Where the river and the sand,
Will pummel and polish me smooth,
Eroding all my uneven edges,
As it courses around me.

Perhaps someone will make
A stone sculpture out of
Who I used to be.

©️2021 / Love is all…MW 🙏

Is God Here?

Is God here in the wild lands
Where the ache of abandonment begins
And the blueness of the sky ends? 

Is God here in the rubble
And deserted grandeur
Of this ancient life that I live?

Is God here where I stumbled
Where I fell wearily
Where the rain is my only companion?

Is God here where I dance
With the specters of magnificence
Untouched by human hands?

Is God here where the stardust whispers
And the sweet gray clouds
Lay like a cloak upon my skin?

Is God here where the earth is cracked
Under the weight of heaven
Highlighting my broken places within? 

Beloved, Beloved, Beloved!
I call upon your Name
Swirling through the windstorm
The blizzard
The tempest of shame

©️2021 / Love is all…MW 🙏

May I…

May my behavior today express my deepest beliefs.
May I approach each and every task today with quiet impeccability.
May I be a simple, humble and kind presence on the earth today.
May I be grateful today to those who came before me, and may I make the roads smoother for those who will travel them after me.
May I leave each place at least a little better than I found it today.
May I truly cherish this day, knowing that it may be my last.
May I remember, remember, remember, not to forget, forget, forget.

It’s a Meaningful Life: It Just Takes Practice” 

Note To Self II

Beloved One,

I am writing this letter to reaffirm my love for you, as a keepsake for you to cherish, and as a reminder of my commitment to your happiness.

In moments of extreme frustration, I have questioned my love for you, I have doubted your worth and I have hurt you countless times with my words and actions.

I deeply apologize for the pain I’ve inflicted upon you and ask for your forgiveness. I have buried you when trying to escape the pain. Please know I am holding space for your pilgrimage to wholeness, even when I feel broken.

Love is all…MW

©️2021 🙏

1001 Steps

I believe in your love. 
I believe in your dreams.
I believe in your joy.
I believe in your sorrow.
I believe in you.
With every step you breathe your presence into existence. 
They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,
You are on step one thousand and one,
No one warned you about the next step,
That’s the one that sends you flying,
Falling, falling onto the footpath of the unknown,
I see monsters and faeries in the distance.

©️2021 MW 🙏

Water (Speaking in the Third Person)

Water flows on a daily basis.

She is a still life resuscitated without consent.

The river flows with a purpose,

Her mind is a kaleidoscope of harried thoughts.

She is alone in her travels,

The ground shifting beneath her feet, 

Wind roughing up the trees,

Stones heavy upon the earth.

She has no destination,

No people, no one to applaud her steps.

She looks to the sky as the sun settles into the horizon,

A breeze raising goosebumps on her skin…

The flow of the water has shifted,

Perhaps she will find or lose her footing,

On the footbridge to everywhere and nowhere,

On the walk without end.

She sleeps upon the icy imprints of death marches,

She doesn’t know if she’s marching towards life,

Or closer to the edge of death.

©️2021 – My great-grandparents and grandparents survived czarist and nazi pogroms.