What if!

Beautifully written.

Healing Your Heart From Within

What if, when we finish our lives on this planet, we have learned to love, have compassion, create from our hearts, heal from within and understand unconditional love? What if, after many soulful lessons, from struggling through life, turning ourselves inside out, emotionally crucifying ourselves and left physically drained from all of life’s hardships, much understanding has been gained?

And God say’s, ‘Now you are wise!’.

What if, after God say’s this, that we finally do understand that we are a part of God, He is inside all of us, teaching, guiding, loving…unconditionally? What if, we then begin to understand our new ‘life’, one of being a part of the whole, but each an individual spark of creation, a birth of something new?

And God say’s, ‘Here is a new planet, it is called Gaia, now be that truth!’.

What if, as we realise where we are now going, we now…

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Elaine Maria Upton

Elaine Maria Upton

Silence II

Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colors
or voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.

Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.

Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.

Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.

Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.

Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.

Silence is the healer dreaming
the plant, the drummer drumming the dream. It is the lover’s
exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.

Silence is God’s beat tapping all hearts.

Silence is the star kissing a flower.

Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.

Silence is everything –the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing–Silence
is with you always…..the Presence
of I AM

– Elaine Maria Upton

SOUL TRAVEL

travel to Spirit

When I go to sleep at night my Soul takes flight

Through the wormhole to the past of scenes and people I cannot grasp

On another planet – Sirius to be exact

A teacher of stature is my life

Zooming past the stars, pure energy I am

Travelling at the speed of light to the earth below

I awake when my Soul returns from the nightly journey through space and time

Grateful for the revelation of who I am and where I’ve been

Knowing another night my Soul will travel again

V.F. Farria

My Wish For You

New Year Celebration (2)

To all of my friends, I am grateful and humbled that you follow my blog.  My wish for you in this New Year 2014 is More;

More love in your life

More compassion

More friends

More forgiving

More enlightment

More success

More good health

More wisdom

More charity

More understanding

More abundance

More lessons

More clarity

I wish for you a life filled with More.

Love, light and blessings

Vee

SPIRIT is Always There

Rain in Australian Rainforest

SPIRIT is Always There

SPIRIT is always there waiting for us to reach out and connect

When we think we are alone, when we think we’re not loved,

when we feel we’re carrying the weight of the world on

our shoulders, SPIRIT is always there

Seek and ye shall find

Let those who have eyes, see

Let those who have ears, hear

SPIRIT is always there

SPIRIT is the great Comforter

SPIRIT is all knowing

SPIRIT protect us

SPIRIT loves us

It does not matter how far off the road we may drift

SPIRIT is always there

Oh how I delight and bask in the loving light of SPIRIT

V.F. Farria

Zora Neale Hurston

I have not read her book but I saw the movie version, Their Eyes Were Watching God, starring Halley Barry and Michael Ely.  Made for TV and if I remember correctly it was on a couple of nights, maybe three nights. It was a good movie.   I hope you enjoy the bio on Ms. Zora Neale Hurston.  She lived a very interesting life that ended so sadly.

Love, light and blessings

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Anthropologist and novelist Zora Neale Hurston was a fixture of the Harlem Renaissance before writing her masterwork, Their Eyes Were Watching God.

Synopsis

Born in Alabama on January 7, 1891, Zora Neale Hurston spent her early adulthood studying at various universities and collecting folklore from the South, the Caribbean and Latin America. She published her findings in Mules and Men. Hurston was a fixture of the Harlem Renaissance, rubbing shoulders with many of its famous writers. In 1937, she published her masterwork of fiction, Their Eyes Were Watching God. Hurston died in Florida in 1960.

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Early Life

Born on January 7, 1891, in Notasulga, Alabama, writer Zora Neale Hurston created several acclaimed works of fiction, including the novel Their Eyes Were Watching God. She was also an outstanding folklorist and anthropologist who worked to record the stories and tales of many cultures, including her own African-American heritage.

Hurston was the daughter of two former slaves. Her father, John Hurston, was a pastor, and he moved the family to Florida when Hurston was very young. Following the death of her mother, Lucy Ann (Potts) Hurston, in 1904, and her father’s subsequent remarriage, Hurston lived with an assortment of family members for the next few years.

To support herself and finance her efforts to get an education, Hurston worked a variety of jobs, including as a maid for an actress in a touring Gilbert and Sullivan group. In 1920, Hurston earned an associate degree from Howard University. She published one of her earliest works in the university’s newspaper. A few years later, she moved to New York City’s Harlem neighborhood, where she became a fixture in the area’s thriving art scene.

Writing Career

Living in Harlem in the 1920s, Hurston befriended the likes of Langston Hughes and Countee Cullen, among several others. Her apartment, according to some accounts, was a popular spot for social gatherings. Around this time, Hurston experienced a few early literary successes, including placing in short-story and playwriting contests in Opportunity magazine.

Hurston also had serious academic interests. She landed a scholarship to Barnard College, where she pursued the subject of anthropology and studied with Franz Boas. In 1927, Hurston returned to Florida to collect African-American folk tales. She would later publish a collection of these stories, entitled Mules and Men (1935). Hurston also contributed articles to magazines, including the Journal of American Folklore.

Also in the mid-1930s, Hurston explored the fine arts through a number of different projects. She worked with Langston Hughes on a play called Mule-Bone: A Comedy of Negro Life—disputes over the work would eventually lead to a falling out between the two writers—and wrote several other plays, including The Great Day and From Sun to Sun.

Hurston released her first novel, Jonah’s Gourd Vine, in 1934. Two years later, she received a Guggenheim fellowship, which allowed her to work on what would become her most famous work: Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937). She wrote the novel while traveling in Haiti, where she also studied local voodoo practices.

That same year, Hurston spent time in Jamaica conducting anthropological research.

In 1942, Hurston published her autobiography, Dust Tracks on a Road. This personal work was well-received by critics, but her life and career soon began to falter. Hurston was charged with molesting a 10-year-old boy in 1948; despite being able to prove that she was out of the country at the time of the incident, she suffered greatly from this false accusation.

Death and Legacy

Despite all of her accomplishments, Hurston struggled financially and personally during her final decade. She kept writing, but she had difficulty getting her work published. Additionally, she experienced some backlash for her criticism of the 1955 U.S. Supreme Court decision in Brown v. Board of Education, which called for the end of school segregation.

A few years later, Hurston had suffered several strokes and was living in the St. Lucie County Welfare Home. The once-famous writer and folklorist died poor and alone on January 28, 1960, and was buried in an unmarked grave in Fort Pierce, Florida.

More than a decade later, another great talent helped to revive interest in Hurston and her work: Alice Walker wrote about Hurston in the essay “In Search of Zora Neale Hurston,” published in Ms. magazine in 1975. Walker’s essay helped introduce Hurston to a new generation of readers, and encouraged publishers to print new editions of Hurston’s long-out-of-print novels and other writings. In addition to Walker, Hurston heavily influenced Toni Morrison and Ralph Ellison, among other writers.

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