A teacher once said to me when I was having an anxiety attack, say to yourself: “Welcome Fear”. She also went on to say: “God loves your fear, your anxiety, all of who you are. Nothing is not welcome with God.” Yesterday I posted a blog about my trip to the dentist’s chair and I awoke this morning with this feeling of terror arising. Not so much to do with…
View PostOne of the things many people neglect to do on the spiritual path is to question spiritual teachers. It’s easy not to when they are marketing teachings in the way sales pitches have been sold onto people for years. They fire us up, raise the passion and the excitement in us, and most of these teachers; “FUEL our DESIRE!” The emphasis is placed on attaining the ‘desire’ and much…
View PostThe sacredness of solitude is so often an overlooked experience to be had in life. Society is made to pity the lonely or those who live alone. Later in life single people at dinner parties are pitied by married couples with children. When you hit 30 it’s as if the whole world has gone mad in its desire to have you settled down and married. Especially as a woman. And…
View PostI am told to express my feelings. To let them out. My writing is what I am all about. With tears streaming down my face, I find it hard to express this place. Today is my loneliness day.The harsh reality of feelings curdling through my soul.Instead of walking or talking back to a safe placeIt is time to express this feeling, my way. While on good days, days when…
View PostIn my blog ‘The Art Of Letting Go’ and ‘The More You Want Less Changes’ I spoke of embracing what we have and recognising that what we need we have right now. Something that I feel is important for me to know, is how do we, when in the midst of life, release the yearning side of our natures? How do we embrace where we are, acknowledge the wonderful in our daily lives,…
View PostThe art of letting go is accepting that what is taking place in our lives needs to take place. To accept that who and what is in our lives is there for a reason. Everything I experience and view in my outer life is all me. I can struggle with these representations of my inner world or accept and embrace them. I agree with Abraham Hicks that looking intently at something…
View PostI often wonder how does a writer write for a publisher? How do they go beyond the pressure of writing for an audience and write for themselves again? To have deadlines placed on them, I cannot see how this is an environment that allows creative juices to flow. As I feel like a fledgling writer, I sometimes place the perfectionist pressure on myself also. I Am A Writer In 2007…
View PostWaddle on up, Two to a pair, Wiggle as they walk, Little bottoms in the air. Theres nothing quite as smiley, As flapping quacking ducks, Shaking in the water, cute little tail like tufts. Here comes the swan with her infinite beauty and grace, She becomes quite amusing when she touches her bottom to her face, Her flexible neck winds around her, She plucks, she preens, she prods, All in a days…
View PostLast night I had a dream. I was sitting on a bench and a waddling of ducks came up to me and began tugging at my trousers and legs with their beaks. I was then approached by a leopard which then clawed at my legs. I was a bit irritated, as apparently (in my dream) this had happened the last time I had sat at this bench. I was wondering when the…
View PostMy Moontime Whispers Listen to the wind blow It knows no boundaries, simply flows It caresses gently branches bending This whirling frenzy feels unending. Can this breeze whisper to my soul: “Give in to what you feel, let all resistance go.” Carry me away So I disappear To a distant shore Where I know no fear. Variety is the spice of life they say But what if for…
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