Colleen Hannegan

Finding the words....and the perfect pair of glasses.

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Sky Messages.

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I can't always interpret, exactly, what I know when I feel a message coming to me from out there. There's this sort of thought cessation, or better said a yielding of random thoughts  before I sense it. Like the singing bird's silence just before the earth shakes. It feels like my higher Self reaches for the chalkboard eraser and clears away the old stuff and nudges me to pay attention. No words, just feelings. Get ready. 

Just before the morning light changed into a glowing golden yellow though my entire upstairs bedroom window, I'd opened my eyes and awoke with a feeling that I should pay attention to the morning sky. Being a morning person, and often tuning in to the magic hour of dawn, I find my greatest peace and silent seductive pull of Spirit at this time.  I reached for my eyeglasses and stood up to peer over the half opened window blinds. Facing east, the passing clouds and blue and yellows were dancing across the sky as the sun made its way up.

The light was different, coming into my room. I looked over at my husband and said, "The light is so unusual, it's making everything golden in here!" 

I left the upstairs bedroom to see how the sun was playing out across the rest of the sky from the back of the house. That's when I saw a section of rainbow behind our home. The sky was showing off with bright colors and clouds and I seemed to be the only one up on this Sunday morning last week. 

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I grabbed my iPhone and walked out front, still in my nightgown. My photo barely captured the immensity of the rainbow, it's intensity of bright colors and then a double rainbow appeared, which I captured on video. It was so silently amazing.

The biggest and closest rainbow I've experienced thus far. No neighbors were outside. It was all I could do to keep myself from knocking on their doors at 7am to have them get a look. We don't know each other well so seeing me standing at their front door in my nightie would have been weird to say the least;  a more lasting impression than any rainbow.

Besides, this was my rainbow and it was perfectly fine after all that I enjoyed it and had encouraged my husband to get outside for a quick look before it washed itself away. 

Others interpret their own messages into what it means when you see a rainbow, especially a double rainbow. A friend asked, "Did you make two wishes?" No. I never thought of that.

I just followed the glow.

 

 

 

Making it Home and Happy Birthday Pops

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My Dad Ted W. Hannegan

My Dad Ted W. Hannegan

I’m coming up for air in my new digs. Cleaner, than Mr. Clean could have created, my new rental condo is now feeling like HOME.

Seven homes in seven years can only be explained by saying I started a big new chapter of my life seven years ago and moving around a bit was part of the story. That story is finished and so begins, it seems, a very exciting new chapter is to be written. Each day I fill in the blanks and find the creating of my life now, is all about play and rest. Or is it rest first, then play? I’m discovering that as well.

My writing and  poetry is urging me to bring it out of the boxes and journals, notepads, memos, binders, morning pages, drafts and re-writes to be shared here. No more arm wrestling with what She wants and needs. It’s all about Her now. After so many years and all the ways She has served me and waiting patiently and valiantly by my side through it all, the stage belongs to Her now.

This poem was written when I moved into my first “treehouse” seven years ago. I re-discovered it this evening and knew this would be the appropriate first poem to share with the www. When searching my photos to represent HOME, a photo of my Dad, Ted W. Hannegan sitting outside his home in Long Beach, CA when he was 5 years old, jumped out at me. Pops, celebrates 89 years of life tomorrow.

Happy Birthday Dad!

HOME          

Prepare your home
within your heart, there you will find
the place to start.

The beginning,

the end,

right where you are.

For a home

is always where your heart

feels safe at rest

and where love remembers

it’s true purpose,

to be true to Divine.

Within your heart

are the walls of courage,

the floors of faith on which we stand,

the doors that close to the past then open to now.

In your silent sacred space

is the hearth of Spirit

and the gardens of passion and delight.

To love oneself and honor Spirit,

to let love flow through

to the benefit of all beings, 

to celebrate you and know

Spirit never fails you,

is to find Home.

I wish you all a goodnight in your home.