Heaven’s Home

Our bodies houses of God adorned and worshiped.

Behind walls of flesh lies the heart of heaven’s home.

Pure love like nature’s nakedness feels beauty.

Let love live inside.

Go to the soul’s open window.

See what the heart feels.

Of all loves, the greatest is of self.

Beauty is created within the “I” of the beholder.

Spring Heraldry Poem

On this, the calendars last day of winter,

my glance is drawn toward the bouncing crab apple branches to my right.

They’re laden with a feast of red wrinkled berries for a winged-one.

I saw the round bird’s gray-brown feathers with warm orange under parts flutter joyfully by.

On wings of anticipation the migration prayer has been consummated.

Springs ambassador has returned!

The vernal song hibernating within us is aroused.

“Cheerily, cheer up, cheer up, cheerily, cheer up”! The Robin sings.

On this, the calendars first day of spring.

 

American Robin photo by Dave Menke- US Fish and Wildlife (public domain) 

Betweens

Betweens brings a notion of imbalance but to me it’s the imbalance that brings us into these seams of life to sew the separated pieces together. Between-ness frees us from being stuck in a relationship, job, indecision, etc. The hard place of between is where we are given the opportunity to soften the view of our circumstances. We come into difficult places of uncertainty to thread softness into our judgements and beliefs about ourselves.

Betweens are a threshold to a spiritual state of contemplation, a place of gentle unfolding to be still and listen for guidance in order to take the right next action. The fray of between-ness is where opening to our higher self begins. These are powerful places where we are able to observe and understand how we got where we are, so we can get where we want to go. We forget how much of life is lived in this potent space for intuitive decision making. The pause between our breaths, words, thoughts; these are sacred spaces charged with clarity.

In the realm of divine mystery, living from one’s heart center can be a struggle. In-between times awaken the heart’s center, bringing us especially close to Spirit. When we can connect to true center— our heart — we immediately come into balance. Wrinkles of doubt get ironed out. The posture of our relatedness to any situation we happen to be experiencing is brought into perspective. Choices can have a raw edge. With a balanced view we are able to see things as they are, hem in the worry and life stops unraveling.

My haiku poem below was originally published in the Spring 2017 issue of Bramble Lit magazine. The submission theme was Between. It was inspired by the picture featured in this blog post of me riding my good little mare, Duchess, along a horse trail near our home. The guest editor described the haiku as “a short burst of happy energy”. I’ve had an occasional experience of the “short burst”, not all were happy. If there is one thing horseback riding teaches, its balance, both physical and mental. You need flexibility in each to stay in the saddle, even if that means riding sideways for a little while. Here’s wishing you all can stay “between the ears” and get where you want to go on the trail of life. Giddy Up!

Horseback Haiku ~by Angeline Haen

Gust of fretfulness

Hooves fly to freedom’s escape

Stay between the ears!

Harvest Happy

Fall, the peak of harvest time, tugs at my good farm roots. The air takes on a sweet earthy smell. In every direction, the land’s bountiful gifts lay over the fields like a table set for a feast. When farmsteads were established, it was customary to have an apple orchard, usually planted close to house and heart. Planting an apple orchard was a priority when our home was built. The scent of apple blossoms perfuming the air in late spring is like the breath of an angel. The aroma of apple anything emanating from an oven enhances the spirit of the dreariest soul. A crop of apples gives me a plentiful harvest of happiness.

“The pickles aren’t gonna pick themselves. The cows aren’t gonna milk themselves.” This was one of my Mom’s favorite directives growing up. There seemed to be an infinite number of things that couldn’t get done by themselves. During autumn’s bounty on our small dairy farm, harvest season had no end. The difficulty can be in discerning when enough is enough. There is no greater feeling of contentment that I know of than having enough … enough hay to make it through the winter … enough preserves in the pantry … enough time … enough love. Enough more times than not meant rolling up your shirt sleeves and wiping sweat from your brow. Fall, in the peak of its bountiful harvest is a time when I feel the essence of what enough is….it’s the feeling of thankfulness that fills you with contentment … enough.

Our apple trees are bearing fruit. The crop is good but not as good as years past. I was raised to believe happiness in one’s life required a certain amount of effort. You had to work at being happy. Gathering happiness may necessitate going out on a limb but it’s there hanging on every branch on the tree of life. Happy doesn’t always come to you. You have to go out and get happy.

As I gathered up the deliciousness of apple harvest, I came to understand a wider perspective of things that can’t get done by themselves like being happy. Happiness doesn’t fill you unless you are grateful and being grateful means it matters not if you have a handful of apples in your bushel basket or it’s heaping full. Understanding the fullness of gratitude means anytime happiness doesn’t come to you, you can go to happiness.

Get grateful and harvest happy.

Apples to Apples
Summer is drowsy, ready for sleep.
A dreamy scent perfumes the breeze.
Youth’s green tang mellows.
Tart and hard: surrender
to sweet pink and easy yellow.
Wolf River. Prairie Spy. Lodi. Zestar.
 
Voluptuous ornaments adorn
each limbs length.
Rosy streaks from stem to blossom end
graceful as swan necks, the branches bow.
Fruit at perfection’s peak now!

McIntosh. Cortland. Red Delicious. Granny Smith.

Teeth crush down through tender flesh.
Taste the ripeness
in a season’s end.
Juices run apple-soul deep, blue-sky wide.
Wipe your chin ready
from side to side.
Gala. Sweet Tango. Empire. Golden Crisp.
~Angeline Haen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reader Welcome

Welcome to my first blog!

What do you get when a lifetime of loving the earth and all things of nature collects in your heart?  Sweet wisdom! Based on my real-life experience seeking human insights, my blog posts will challenge everything you think you know about acquiring wisdom. The blog will chronicle my unique quest and often humorous journey to gain wisdom.

I’ve found not all wisdom is siphoned from bitter experiences in a life. Wisdom has a sweet side, revealed when you take joy and give delight in the daily routines that comprise a human existence. We will nibble at nuggets of knowledge with weekly posts that will be an easy big-hearted read, chuck full of good thoughts and energy.

Inspiration comes from a bus full of children I drive to and from school every day, daily walks with our yellow lab, Wally, to ponderings over split pea soup and every pause of wonder in between. It is my hope you will be inspired to recognize and acknowledge the existence of simple sweet wisdoms in your own encounters with life.

In February, 2017 my first book, Sweet Wisdoms, was released by Shanti Arts Publishing. It’s been the positive push for me to write more consistently. Now that the whohaa of becoming published has died down, there is something I hope starting this blog will bring back to my daily routine—space to create.

Want to know more about me? Go to the “About” tab, located at the top right of my blog home page to read my bio.

Excited and delighted to begin this joy journey with all of you! You have already opened my heart wide and deep.

In gratitude,

Angeline