Friday, August 21, 2015

Note to Self: Priorities


Time becomes increasingly precious...

My imaginary bank account of hours, diminishes with my material one...

Priority must surely be given to that which fills me with joy... and makes the world a gentle place...

Not all daily doings are pleasant, but they must hold relevance & meaning... 

Here it is spring... time for cleaning & sorting...


Now is time for softness... 

self-nurture... 

of heart... 

of soul...










 


Thursday, August 13, 2015

Stardust and Salty water...

Something that's been on my mind this week...

How empowering it would be for everyone to let this truth drift down to settle deep into their knowing...

Because, this is really how it really is...



Saturday, August 1, 2015

Blessings of Imbolc, blessings of spring!



 
Wishing you sweet springtime blessings this Imbolc....
of Earth, Sea and Sky, may you always feel abundance,
and may golden wattle blossoms always fill your heart with joy.
X

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Note to self - just because you can't see it, doesn't mean something's not there...

The past few days, I've been focused upon forcing my mind to go where it doesn't want to...

It resulted in a pain in the neck, followed by a nasty headache!

The more I tried to force my brain to concentrate, the more it wanted to fly away....

So I made myself sit & draw... 

with no idea what would manifest...

An anxious mind can need discipline to relax...

This was what appeared, & I feel much revived because of it...

Knowing there is love & beauty all around me, even when I'm oblivious, makes me smile...

And I hope the knowledge that it's all around you has made you smile too...


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

It's your circus, you know... another note to self...


Had no idea what would reveal itself to me today, when I started drawing... 

I think it's magical, the way much needed messages can spill out onto the page from the end of a pencil...

As I began, thought  it was silly to draw a tent & a clownish face... but I continued, in the hope that something would reveal itself.... and continued, without censorship, until I realised this is what I needed to remember...

... and possibly, Dear Reader, it might mean something to you as well, because you're reading this...

I saw a circus 2 days ago... 
Marvelous what the mind files away for future reference...

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Prioritising Doing What You Love... (another note to self)


Doing what I love doesn't make me any money...
Doing what I love, can not be a sustainable career...
Doing what I love is not understood by the world, who sees it as a hobby...

And...
 

Doing what I love makes me feel tinglingly alive!
Doing what I love brings me back to my own authenticity!
Doing what I love makes my heart sing!

So...

Doing what I love must be priority for me...
Doing what I love needs to be the reason I do everything else...
Doing what I love, can be the home I live in, and everything else can be home maintenance!

*Warning! Following your bliss doesn't mean you don't have to "chop wood & carry water" in order to follow it! 


Thursday, July 2, 2015

In need of a bigger size....

I'm thinking outer expansion can indicate inner  growth has taken place... an old way of being in the world no longer fits...
 ... remembering the discomfort of growing out of clothing as a child... 

..a pinching of too-tight shoes preventing me from moving comfortably... 
or, buttoned up high, a too-tight school shirt & tie, squeezing against my expanding throat, making it hard to speak... 
and, coats too tight under my arms holding me back...

For a time, I grew out of everything, it seems, although I never became tall...

I was a child who loved food...


Recently, I've put on a new spurt of outward growth... my ill-fitting clothing feels restrictive... 

I still love food...

 The symbol of outer clothing corresponds with ways in which I present myself to the world...

... I have outgrown old clothing... old ways of being...

Some items still fit... I'm noticing they were garments that gave me plenty of room to move when I originally selected them...

Some items are so small, that I haven't worn them for 40 years, but keep them, because I still think they are pretty... must be a part of me that no longer fits them, but that I continue to like... perhaps I am still attached to being a girl...

And food...
is what feeds me... 
another symbol...
I am delighted by new experiences, new ideas, new sensations... 
these are food of the mind, of the soul...

And on it goes... 

So, may you always clothe yourself in beauty, and feast on delights every day of your life.