Tuesday 26 July 2011

come to the edge...


''come to the edge he said.
they said: we are afraid.
come to the edge he said.
they came.
he pushed them,
and they flew''

guillame apollinaire

now let me explain something here...i have been stood at the 'edge' many times in my life...and no, i am not referring to the magical scape of alderley edge park! (a very witchy sacred pagany spot in cheshire, greater manchester)..nor am i talking about engaging in conversation over a mean whisky with the other one from U2!!....i mean the 'EDGE', that place where familiarity stops and the vastness of the unknown looms large and, well, unfamiliar before you...

at this point i have noticed i gave myself 2 options, both of which i have to admit with a certain amount of misplaced pride, to having explored many many times before: to run back down the hill (or whatever, metaphorically wordlike one would use to describe the land most trodden on and ever so slightly tired of), or to grab on to something, someone, til my fingers have turned white, eyes squeezed so tightly shut that not even a tear could breathe, and hope to god that this 'other' has more idea than i have about this, quite frankly, terrifying terrain!!

neither option works

bah!!

this week i learnt dear ones, that actually there does happen to be another way...a third option...one that requires, me thinks, just the right amount of pink fluffy cojones energy!...tho if you are a boy then make that blue..he he..perhaps blue balls doesnt necessarily have the same connotation!..but the feathers are important...never mind what colour your, ahem, balls are!!

what if you knew, nay, not knew, but trusted, just a little, just enough, that if you jumped that you would be supported? what if you could, in the midst of the confusion, the doubts, all the excuses why not, find a moment to offer yourself up, in that place, with all of your beating heart, your sweat, your will? what if, without having to know what was there, you just did it...just jumped!..or stepped!...or hopped!...whatever mode of transport feels the way for you to step out into that space...

along with a tribe of treasured beings, i did just that, and you know what?...i didnt die...and amazingly, superbly and wondrously...in that moment, held by the hand and grace of god, i flew...and my goodness, i wondered afterwards, maybe, just maybe, i could do that again!!!


Sunday 17 July 2011

oodles of creativity










photos of lovely beings getting crafty and creative over the last few weekends...the 'tending the fire within', yoga and creative expression retreat, in yorkshire.... and the first 'alchemy art play day: making dream boxes'...wonderful, inspiring and joyful!

Sunday 3 July 2011

when i grow up im gonna be....

star

there is a star out there..yes out there in the darkest, blackness of the infinite night sky...that if you look with a certain manner, and gaze with your heart wide wide open, will shine so so brightly for you, on you, with you...that your breath will gasp in bedazzled wonderment...this is your star..its always been there..ever since you were born..shining out at you wherever you have strayed..a beloved friend..a shining light.. a guide...

when we are little we are asked so often..'so, what do you want to be when you grow up?'..maybe we know, strongly insistent on becoming a ballerina, a vet, an astronaut...maybe we are lucky and thats what we become..that conviction of who we are and what we want to offer the world remaining fed and nurtured by ourselves, and others around us...yet maybe we forget, or are told we cannot, or should not, or some other means of dampening the magic from our soul...and then we grow up and something is missing, or theres always an inkling, that you cant quite put your finger on..too many other voices in your head now...

but what if we do know, really know, deep down within every cell of our being, who we are, what we are here to give, in our own unique dance, as an offering of our spirit to the world?...what if we have a sense that we are something more than perhaps we have been feeling or living but we do not know what that might be?...how do we find that part of us again?...

well..we can find that lil star...search for it...bask in its glow, its haven, its light...and how do we do this?..by focusing our attention on it, not on the thoughts or stories that tell their tales over and over like a loudcrier condemned..no...shift your focus..yeah just a lil to the right..thats it.. up a bit..ahh! there you go..theres the star..quiet and still and full of wonder and wisdom to make every one of your bones swell and your eyes to shine so so bright as you recall your souls dreams, waiting to be borne as spirits dance, through your beauty...

am pretty certain that the lil acorn has no idea that its star that shines down on it knows it is to become the magnificence of the oak tree...thats just what its gonna be when it grows up!

shine lil one...thats why you are here...