A Course Of Love

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Come join us as we begin to explore the “feeling” of this wonderful book. Together we read,  share and open our hearts to the gifts this book has to offer. This is a group gathering, with a sincere desire to “unlearn”and  embark on the road to discovery. All are welcome, it matters not if you even have the book, you can share with a neighbor. Come in, sit back and take in the Love this has to offer.

We meet Tuesday’s , from  7 until 8:30 pm. Looking forward to seeing you there!

 

A Sample Of Our Handbags

We are offering our hand painted canvas bags for sale! We do special orders, personalized, one and two sided.  They come in small, medium, or large. Here are some samples of bags that we offer. For prices, and to place orders, call Malinda at: 419-531-1700.

Poppy Bag                     Iris Bag

Bunny Bag                duck bag

first iris bag             sunflower bag

Sunday’s Speakers

Come join us on Sundays for a variety of New Thought speakers.

Angels Landing Spiritual Center

2400 N. Reynolds Rd. Suite A

Toledo, OH 43615

Our Sunday service is at 10:30 am

We are blessed to have Lori Lefevre and John Johnson as our musicians.

April 5th- Rev. Linda Dominik

April 12th- You Cube- An opportunity to share your personal spiritual journey.

April 19th- Rev. Linda Dominik

April 26th- Scott Meinhardt

May 3rd- Jody Soland

May10th- Music Sunday with Lori Lefevre and John Johnson

May 17th- John Johnson

May 24th- Rev. Linda Dominik

May 31st- Rev. Linda Dominik

June7th- Rev. Matthew Long

June 14th- Rev. Linda Dominik

June 21st- Rev. Linda Dominik

June 28th- Scott Meinhardt

 

Creativity in the Upper Womb

Griseldis                       Jeanne

We are venturing deeper into creativity here at Angels Landing. And we are having great fun doing it! It started out innocently with an idea, a vision of a painted bag. But as spirit led us, it has turned into an opportunity for all that meet on Wednesdays, from 1 to 3 pm to express and explore this gift. And as a added benefit the proceeds give back to the very community that has given so much to us.

Marge

Art Day

From a Twinkling Star

My soul fell from a twinkling star
Plummeted to planet Earth and
Took on a body pushed from
A woman’s womb.

A young mother was born into a new life
With me and the man who gave her his seed.
Three lives wrapped in one blanket of love.
I think life is like this for almost every human soul.

Life lessons go on for a while, as
Experiences expand our souls.
And then, one-by-one, we rocket back to
our Star Home where we no longer fall,
but rise to a free-flowing River of Peace.

Let’s celebrate our unfolding!©

Jeanne Hubay

Grandmother, Still

It wasn’t much as kitchens go,
a small well loved room
right in the middle of the traffic
from the outside world into the rest of the house.
Grandmother is standing there.

Her face sparkles from the light
of the small high window.
Her big, strong hands stack
clean, blue Mason jars on the drainboard.
Grandmother hums a song.

A flowered apron is
tied around her thick body
and over her broad shoulders.
She is sturdy and dependable.
Grandmother can do anything.

Her strong arms carried her six babies,
bounty from the garden, loaves of homemade bread
and steaming platters of countless meals
for over fifty years.
Grandmother always smells good.

I watch her big feet
with the swollen ankles
inside her clumping black shoes
with her workday cotton stockings.
Grandmother is beautiful.

Now she sets the blue china cup
on the scarred chopping block counter.
“Here’s the sugar too, Sugar,” she laughs.
We are having tea time.
Grandmother is a lady, too.

Perched on our stools
at the drop leaf table
beside the cluttered mudroom,
we are jammed in the corner.
Grandmother makes special places.

She holds me up to the window
to see the birds at the feeder.
I am standing on the edge of the old sink,
leaning against her broad bosom.
Grandmother loves the animals.

She does not move
She is strong and soft and safe.
I can stand on the edge of the sink
against my Grandmother and
she is unmovable.

In the small room
of my heart of hearts,
that well loved room
in the middle of all of the traffic,
Grandmother is still there.

It’s not much
It’s just enough
It will never go
It is full of love
And Grandmother, still.©

By Margie Smella

Dream of Death

I could never love you.
In our suicide pack of judgment,
Separated by fear, we murder,
On the loveless battlefield of our nightmare.

Separated by fear, we murder,
Murder each other and punish ourselves.
On the loveless battlefield of our nightmare,
We drown out the Oneness Song of God’s Love.

Murder each other and punished ourselves,
In our suicide pack of judgment,
We drown out the Oneness Song of God’s Love.
I could never love you.©

By Margie Smella
(Composed for the “Pantoum Poetry Challenge)

The Echoes of Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon’s broad smile shines Love from her pale, round face.
She ruffles her mantle of Light into the sparkling black heavens,
Echoing Heavenly vibrations – reflecting, reverberating, re-gifting.
She smiles the Light-Song of Creator’s Perfection.

She ruffles her mantle of Light into the sparkling black heavens,
Gently pulling on tides in the deep seas of Earth Life.
She smiles the Light-Song of Creator’s Perfection,
Marking seasons and time from the timeless Sky.

Gently pulling on tides in the deep seas of Earth Life,
Echoing Heavenly vibrations – reflecting, reverberating, re-gifting –
Marking seasons and time from the timeless Sky –
Grandmother Moon’s broad smile shines Love from her pale, round face.©

By Margie Smella
(Composed for the “Pantoum Poetry Challenge)