Creating My Own Queendom

I learned this term from a program that I am a part of. It sounds funny to me. Kingdom is what is more familiar and feels familiar. When I say familiar, it is familiar in that I can picture a Kingdom with a King and a castle, but a Queendom is atypical. This is not a new term or new word. It has existed for hundreds of years describing a Queen and her people, lands, and holdings, just like a king would have. 

Why do I want to be a QUEEN so badly. Not the queen that we see on TV. Not the drama queen, or the other one that I don't feel like writing out here, but a QUEEN like a queen with a crown, and power and authority and subjects, and wealth and position and honor. Those are the words that come to mind when I think of what a Queen would have or be. 

My QUEENDOM would perhaps be much smaller than those of England; I just don't have the heredity or inheritance of a Royal family, but I want to create my own queendom regardless in the size and measure I am able. I picture it the way I want it. I see a stone home, like a stone farmhouse with a number of other smaller stone buildings and a big barn. I see land and woods, and trees, and pastures, and some animals. Maybe a horse and some sheep and a dog and a few cats. There is most definitely water, as all proper properties had water of some sort. I think I would like a flowing creek. Not a river that is too big and can overflow, but a good-sized creek that can be fished, or paddled in and for swimming in the summer. 

In my QUEENDOM I command respect, not by being a ruling jerk but because I command it through my presence and my conviction. I can make choices that feel like alignment. Each day is aligned. I feel the sun and the warmth of its rays and the cool breeze, and I go to my art studio to create, and I choose to do what feels good and feels like alignment all day. 

I do not want to harp on that which I don't want, but I want to walk away from drama, addiction, pain, stress, and other lower functioning people who want to live in those spaces and energies. I want to live in my design in the light of God in and through me. 

People come to my QUEENDOM for healing and health and the herbs I can share. The herbs I grow on the property and in my gardens, expertly manicured, are then dried and kept safe in jars in my cottage on the property where I see my clients. 

I am not a QUEEN to sit by idly. I do not need a throne, just a crown and land. The crown is metaphorical, but it is over my head like a halo of gold, because my connection with God is strong. I work diligently and love to work, and love to be with people who love to work in service of others. Grumbling is not allowed, and in fact a grumbler will not even want to be in my QUEENDOM. They will feel repelled by the energy, and that is fine and good for me. 

I sing and find joy in the cottage of stone next to the house of stone making and mixing my potions and teas and sitting quietly with friends, and neighbors with a pot of tea. We talk and laugh and share stories and that is where the real healing occurs. Everyone who comes to my QUEENDOM goes home with something. They go home with joy in their heart, or tea in their pocket, and a fabulous story to tell. 

My skin feels light, my heart feels light, I feel light. I do not need a lot in my little country. In fact, I am not big on gold and even silver, but love fabrics. I would want rich velvet fabrics and linens and comfy chairs stuffed with natural fibers. Bedspreads of luxurious woven cotton.  I feel warmed by wool rugs and tapestries on the stone walls. My feet feel wooden floors and stone flags, and the water there is pure and clean and tastes so good. My pleasures are simple and true and include good food, good sleep, and good company.

I have no more patience for those still operating in the dark kingdom. People who can't find their way out of that darker place and want to continually experiment with the undercurrent or underbelly of human vice will not be in my Queendom or even want to come to my Queendom. I have a fence around the land, a true fence of stone walls and then a hedge of spiritual protection. Dirt lanes go to and fro to other parts of the woods and lands near by and quiet walks revive and refresh those who come to my lands. 

I sigh each night with a job well done, a day well spent and a heart full of joy. I send prayers to those who need to find my little QUEENDOM. Good night sweet land, sweet woods, sweet creek, sweet home, sweet stones, sweet plants and bounty thereof. Thank you, God, for the lovely people who you send my way. Those who tend the land with me, and those who have left the dark kingdom far behind. What a wonderful life to live, I say. What a pure and perfect dream to have.