The 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…
View PostA Short Poem On Living Inside Walls We enclose ourselves in cardboard houses, Separate from the land around us, Fixating on moving boxes. Indoors we sit and compare our lives. Neighbours rustle windows, curtains Keeping up with the Jones’s Created by a mass media of our own making.
View PostThis felt a bittersweet message to receive in a dream last night but when I understood what it meant it made a lot of sense to me. Before bed last night I asked for a Beltane dream. The underlying energy of Beltane is one of reverance for all of life. A time to reach out for what it is you want and a time when everything is possible. So…
View PostWatching a large fly clean its feet on my paper, I see its beautiful wings up close, A kaleidoscope of iridescent weaves and webs, A million eyes looking out, Yet feeling safe in my presence. I felt humbled by this unique sharing we had today. The wind blows the cobwebs from my spirit of the past week, I feel grateful to be out in this green landscape again. Any insect or…
View PostThere is nothing I need more than I have right now. Everything I need I have within me. How could I not? The entire world resides within my heart and soul. And any friendships with others I desire lie buried within the treasures of my own self. The variety of life surrounds me in nature and the natural world, if only I stood still and viewed the world beneath my…
View PostPainted Face -Taken From Jamie Sams Sacred Path Cards: The Painted Face speaks of self-expression. It tells you to use your creativity in order to express your feelings, your talents, your desires. Expressing who and what you are at any given moment is healing as well as productive. As you change and grow you may feel the need to alter the way in which others perceive you. Changing your…
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