Rion's Reflections
These Words from the Heart are a
Collection of Life Thoughts and Healing Words
by Brenda "Rion" Sewell

Spirit  Flight

Within every woman is a spirit ...
that calls to the heavens in moments of passion
that touches the heart of the child in all of us
that nurtures the soul of the world
and brandishes a sword in times of danger.
Awaken your spirit .. the wild woman deep inside you ..
the compassionate lover .. the courageous warrior
and allow her to run free once in awhile.
~ Rion ~


Symptoms of Inner Peace

A tendency to think and act spontaneously,
rather than on fears based on past experiences.
An unmistakable ability to enjoy the moment.
A loss of interest in judging other people.
A loss of interest in judging self.
A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.
A loss of the ability to worry.
Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.
Contented feelings of connection with others and nature.
Frequent attacks of smiling.
An increasing tendency to let things happen.
An increased susceptibility to love, and to freely receive the love
extended by others, as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.
~Author Unknown~
but how true!

"There are some people who live in a dream world,
and there are some who face reality;
and then there are those who turn one into the other."
~Douglas Everett~

Contents ...

The Creator
Divine Love
Healing the Spirit
Imagine a Woman
Coaxing Life
Spirit Light
Night Dancing
Star Dancing
Spirit Journey
The Doormen
The Trinity

What if you slept, and what if, in your sleep you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and  there,
plucked a strange and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
What then? What you would believe then?

Not every flower that comes from heaven is of the rose variety;
sometimes the flower is a poem, a piece of art, or music.
They come from someplace and land in your heart ..
where do yours come from?

~ Rion ~

Sleep ..
the illusive shadow
that slips under the door
and creeps across the floor.

Sleep ..
always within the vicinity,
but never within reach
of our outstretched hands.

Sleep ..
the veil of darkness
bringing peace to the spirit
or nightmares to the soul.

Sleep ..
a curiosity of life
which we do not have
the option of calling upon at will.

Sleep ..
the healing silk
of ease and comfort
as it softly covers over our minds.

Sleep ..
a treasure for our soul
curling around us in the night
Oh, how I long for thee.

© September 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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The Creator
I am ..
the child who sits
waiting with outstretched hands
for someone to dry her tears.

I am ..
the man who stands
with a sign on the street
willing to work for a meal.

I am ..
the woman walking
trading her life away
on the streets of the city.

I am ..
the cool night breeze
blowing gentle and soft
bringing a promise of life.

I am ..
the fire that burns
sending embers on high
brilliant in the velvet sky.

I am ..
the ocean deep
crashing against the shore
in foaming turbulent waves.

I am ..
the promise of love
keeping you safe from harm
holding you close to my heart.

I am that I am.

© October 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Divine Love
May the inspired words of the teachers of our faith become flesh in us ..
may we all find ourselves being lifted to the heights of the glory of the Creator ..
may we embrace those whom we see shining with the Light of love and mercy ..
may tenderness and compassion fill our hearts
and our lives as we live a life of love.

May we find reverence and honor one another .. see one another as sacred ..
and look to enrich and grow with one another
as we continue our search for the Divine.
Let us not argue amongst ourselves,
for arguing will only keep unrest in our lives ..
let the majesty of divine love rule our lives and bring peace into our hearts.

Revel in the wisdom of the Creator for the Divine mystery is yours to discover.
The Divine holds the peace that surpasses all understanding ..
that surpasses the love and mercy that we share.
The great Creator molds our lives with sacredness and reverence,
healing our lives.
Join with the energy .. and you will be soaring in the spirit ..
weightless and uplifted by the hand of the Creator.

 © February 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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A oneness of spirit cradling us
in the lap of the cosmos
giving us the ability to feel the fears of the world
the love and grief, the power held in one hand.

Allowing the serenity of the moment
to cascade over your skin
as the warmth from the sun replenishes
the energy that comes from deep within.

Open the door to eternity with one glance
feel the strength of unity
fill your heart and mind with the light of love
hear the joy of laughter in a quiet voice.

Heal the longing to be home
feel the harmony of life
as the balance is found within the depths
of a soul that has found tranquillity.

© January 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Healing the Spirit
Come to me with your tears
let me softly wipe them from your cheeks.
Talk with me about your fears
and we will fight the demons together.

As you learn to stand on your own
with feet placed firmly on the earth
a courage that comes from deep within
will carry you through the darkest hours.

Hold true to your mind and heart
let not others steal the kindness that is you.
Let not their anger cover you as you
give your fears to the wind and let them fly.

Cherish the peace of a wind-blown sky
with soft tracings of wispy clouds above.
Take in the energy of the sun
as it fills you as water to a parched soul.

Lure contentment into your mind
with thoughts of unconditional love.
Quietly accomplish these things
and your mind and heart and spirit will fly free.

© January 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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There is rhythm and beauty
inside pain and death as well as life.
Life contains the trials and the tribulations of pain ..
the goal is to learn to balance the bad and the good within your life.

There are some who will try to convince you
that your life is not within the realm of normalcy,
but who is the one who dictates normalcy?
Who makes the rules for our realities?

Each and every once of us has the ability to determine our own realities.
We do not need someone else to determine our realities for us.
How many times in your life have you heard someone say,
 “she doesn't know whether she is coming or going” or
 “don't mind her .. she marches to the beat of a different drummer”?

These  people who are considered crazy, or different, or unusual ..
who are not adhering to the reality of the majority of people ..
what gives us the right to ostracize them?
Who gave us the right to judge them?

Who is it that considers the options?
Who sets the rules and conceives the notions?
Who minds the boundaries of the rules society determines as normal?

These people .. these “someones” ..
have made the moral judgments about people on a whole,
totally ignoring the wants and dreams of others,
because they themselves have lost the ability to dream.

© November 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Coaxing Life
Confused about the time
reaching for something that isn't quite there
searching the silent mind
for memories of a semblance of life
of a childhood hidden deep within.

Vacant staring spirits
gone catatonic aging, hiding deep,
softly the young girl sings
bright notes of gold and silver undertones
coaxing life to come to her again.

Searching remnants of thoughts
for days full of gold sunlight and soft skies,
for feathery cool winds,
for velvet skies in the cool of the night
that cool the fevered and troubled mind.

Outstretched hands call to one,
the guardian with the power of light
to reign peace on her world
holding her safe in the span of all times
easing her mind with soft caring love.

© September 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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"From the Heavens"
Magickalmoon 1999


Oh, to reside in the lap of God
and to live in Shangri la
to once again greet the spirits of old
to gather them in and bind them close
with a silver thread from heaven.

A coming together of heightened souls
once scattered through time and place
to join the great with all the small
to heal the earth in its fading glory
with universal love.

A centering of spirit and heaven's light
a vortex of storm and souls
entering through a portal in time
through the tree of knowledge and love
in the center of Shangri la.

Spirits once shattered and torn asunder
are made whole in the light of the Son
gathered from the tattered bits of life
surrounded by a shield of love
made whole again by God above.

© August 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Spirit Light
My soul wishes for that which my being knows not how to do.
Seeing clear the way, but not the bridge that spans across the night
while spirits dance in halls of flesh, reliving days of mortal passion.

Their echoes leave footprints anew on the paths and lanes lovers drew;
leaving signs of mortal being while their essence lingers in the air,
whispers of love, and emotions strong, hint of life from a long ago past.

A gift I long to share with you, so let me create a song pure and true
of notes to kiss your lips like honey sweet that will live throughout eternity,
knowing now our secret of creation you keep in safety next to your heart.

A shining star I take and place within your outstretched hand,
no shadow of turning from you shall now be found in our hearts and minds
for within your heart your desires will speak of pure and virtuous love.

I love you now and forever more, so hear my song of love to you.
Let your shadow darken again the open standing of my door,
enter my heart and I will hold you close with a content and honest smile.

© August 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell and “Katie”

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 Night Dancing
Dancing in shadows in the cool moonlight
swirling in the mist filled night..
dreaming of sanctified love entertained
soon to be sweetly ordained.

Sparkling crystals of  minute points of dew
reflect soft colors so true,
adding magic to the night as she twirls
and tosses her ebony curls.

Soft in the night as she sings to the sky
a long ago lullaby
calling the stars of the night up above,
she surrounds herself with love.

© 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Star Dancing
          in the night ...
          oh, how I miss it
          twirling ...
          feeling the breeze
          of clear night air.

          Soft , misty dew
          leaving small
          diamonds ...
          tears of cool
          kissing the blush
          on my cheek.

          Ebony hair
          loosened in
          damp on my
          skin, curling
          with a life
          of its own.

          Sing to me
          of pleasure
          soft in the
          ‘neath the
          evening star.

        © 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Spirit Journey
I seem to be on a journey
I know not how it will end.
I have traveled far and traveled long
searching for a way to mend.

I seem to be on a journey
to a time of long ago
walking through life's shadows and valleys
trailing the flight of the crow.

Seeking a portal to the light
of power higher than mine,
I follow a message I received
to watch the sky for a sign.

For a cross of grand dimensions
made of planets in the sky,
will open four gates of the heavens
so the truth can come nearby.

So watch the skies of the heavens
knowing deep inside you lies
a strength that summons forth a truth
gathered from the night time skies.

© August 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Following her deep into the night
silently tracing her every move
partners on a walk that she started on alone.

Dancing back into the shadows
when she did turn her head
he hid within doorways, blending with the dark.

Worrying not, she walked the path
she took so many times before
not knowing that a pattern she had made.

He was a predator of the night
a killer of innocent dreams
picking his victims with surety and ease.

Turning off the cobbled stones
that made the sidewalk path
she walked into the lane that led between the trees.

Quietly he placed each foot
upon the leaf strewn path,
he was much too near his victim for mistakes.

Sliding in behind her back,
he matched his steps with hers
until he could strike his prey in one sure move.

Swiftly springing on her back,
he grasped her by her hair
pulling back her head revealing her pale throat.

Reaching back to catch him up
she turned and laughed with glee
as once again his catlike voice greeted her .. and purred.

© July 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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The Doormen
Traveling through this world alone
I seek the truth of my life.
Stumbling blind through trials,
reaching out through the darkness
for a helping hand
to lead me into the light
to lead me to the truth
that I know I hold within myself.

In my meanderings and misguided tours,
injuries to body and mind have
put me on harsh paths, reaching out
for guidance only to find no one there
the paths were
hard to follow
hard to live
and still I knew my answer was within.

As I have traveled .. seeking peace of spirit,
people with kindness in their souls, have been
willing to be the hotel doormen in my life,
to guide me .. to open the door
into a place of peace for me
into a place of tranquillity
to take my hand to comfort me
until I have the strength to go alone
into the life that will be my salvation.

To those of you who have crossed my path,
I thank you for your guidance
I thank you for your caring support
I thank you for making me realize
that as long as I am seeking
I will never be lost,
because the spirit of light and enlightenment
is always beckoning to me.

© July 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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A Trinity

Touching .. sharing hearts of passion
caring in a spiritual love,
a trinity of spirit holds them close
strengthened by the ethereal love they share.

A chance meeting .. or set in place?
Were they meant to meet face to face?
Together they share a spiritual bond
put into motion by a higher source.

Together they learn to use their skills
to help the others in their lives.
Overcoming obstacles in their path,
they guide the lost souls who come for their help.

When morning comes they ask the dawn
to bring them strength and dignity.
When the day is done and the night draws nigh,
they talk to one another through their dreams.

© June 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Imagine a Woman
Imagine a woman who believes
it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories,
who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who believes she is good.
A woman who trusts and respects herself.
Who listens to her needs and desires,
and meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged
the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past
who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self
and to her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs her own spirituality and allows it
to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles
as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors
the face of the Goddess in her changing face.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation
of her years and her wisdom.

Who refuses to use precious energy
disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women,
who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

~Author Unknown~

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"From the Heavens"
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