Tag - divine feminine

The Bird Table

I wanted to feed the birds so I bought a fine looking bird table from an elderly gentleman who was retired and wanted to put his carpentry skills to good use in the shed at the bottom of his garden.

When at first I hung out the bird feeder and sprinkled the table with seeds the visitors were few.

Sometimes I would have to throw the food in the feeder away because it had gone mouldy and yet I so wanted to feed the birds. I knew they were hungry.

Before too long the big brave birds came: the arrogant, greedy magpies, the comical, strutting pigeons and the quarrelsome blackbirds.  And of course the curious robins, they were amongst the first.

And although to begin with I was a little disappointed because I wanted to see the pretty little birds, I decided to do my best to welcome everyone to my bird table!

The winged creatures are a blessing to me. They are a gift:  miracles in aeronautical engineering presence of a master creator.  Messengers, teachers, delicate beings with wonderful songs to fill the trees and skies.

Like pieces of my spirit the birds flit and fly here, there and everywhere, unfettered by the lightness of their being.  As I feed the birds with my humble offerings I feed my spirit which is also returning to the light.

When the winter months grow heavy upon us what else can we do but feed the birds?

What else can we do but tend as lovingly and gently to the aspects of ourselves that yearn for care and kindness?

And with the passing of time and regular care and attention the numbers and varieties of visitors to the bird table increases in the garden of my being; slowly at first and then more and more.

I sit and watch their antics from the comfort of my chair and  I smile in welcome at the new arrivals who now grace me with their presence daily.

The pretty multi-coloured ones come now too: the goldfinches and bullfinches and blue tits and great tits, the shy winged ones:  acceptance, compassion, gentleness.

So I feed the birds to show them that I love them all.

As I make my morning trip, barefoot across the cold, damp, earth to replenish the bird table for my spirited, winged, treasures I know that as I feed them, so I feed and nourish myself.

And the cold, dark season begins to pass and I am at peace with my winter’s work of kindness and care, tending to the nourishment of the birds as they flit and fly inside me; the arrogant, the gentle, the comical, the cheeky, the quarrelsome, the shy.

After all, I am learning that everyone is welcome at my bird table.

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I Am A Wooden Fence

I am a fence to keep you safe.
A magic fence that does not constrain you and from which you may leave at any time.
No harm can come to you while I surround you.and if you choose
I will move with you wherever you go.

I am a fence on a high plateau and through my arms is a stunning view.
The grass where you lay is soft, warm and mossy and
The earth holds you gently in her loving embrace.
And I am a fence to keep you safe while you hum gently to yourself and plait your hair and dream in your hearts desires..

I am a fence because it is all that I can be,
I will move in close and embrace you tenderly and stroke your hair while your holy tears fall to bless the sacred earth.
When fear comes roaming it will not stay long for fear is no match for a fence such as me!

And I am a fence to witness your rising when sweet release has cleaned you out.
To behold the dance and hear the sweet song of your heart.
I am a fence that vibrates in awe at the magnificence of your strength, your courage, your softness, your exquisite beauty.
Maiden, mother, lover, crone I am honoured and blessed to serve you all.

I am a fence
To keep you safe.

 

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Fire, Earth and Darkness

Last night four friends gathered, as they do four times a year, and made their way through the woods as the last of the daylight faded.
They arrived at the round, natural hollow in the earth amongst half a dozen yew trees and prepared their fire.
The sacred space was honoured and the fire was lit.
They sat in silence for a while, alone and together with their thoughts and feelings while the darkness wrapped itself around their backs.After a short while the first of the friends broke the silence to speak of what was alive in them and what was asking to be shared.
The other three listened in silence.
When the first was done a short silence ensued until the second of the friends was ready to share. This continued until all four had spoken their truth and shared from the deepest place inside.
No conversation, no comments just heart felt listening and silence.
All the time the fire crackled and flickered, fed occasionally by some wood added to the embers and flames and the yew trees watched. Alchemy weaved and caressed them while they sat on the cool damp earth.
When all had spoken they shared a few words and gave offerings to the fire before making their way back out of the woods to share some food and warmth and mulled cider.
In three months time they will meet again.

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Celebrating Fucked-up-ness

Deep acceptance and acknowledgement seems to be the most powerful medicine there is.

Even ‘letting go’ or ‘surrender’ has an energy of something that needs to be removed, deleted or given up which can lead to a subtle conflict and feelings of resistance; of must and should and ought. Guilt or shame or blame are usually not far from these words, ideas and concepts of the mind.

Acceptance seems to drop down from the mind into the heart space. The mind can do little with acceptance, there can be no real ongoing commentary or debate apart from perhaps the argument that acceptance is not good enough. Because we have been taught that we must put effort in and work hard ALL of the time even if we end up exhausting ourselves, even if this path does not really honour ourselves.

How can acceptance, doing so little really result in so much transformation? Perhaps it is like these small eyes in our heads which see SO much. Sometimes less is more!!

Perhaps acceptance is the sister of Love and recognition or awareness is the brother of Love

WE are all so beautifully fucked up. Our fucked-up-ness is our perfection. ‘Imperfection’ with a subtle change of perspective becomes: I’m perfection!!

And it’s not a hard, judgmental ‘Fucked Up’ it’s a soft gently loving kind of acknowledgement. Like Christopher Robin would say to Winnie The Pooh ‘Silly old bear’. That’s the tone of voice we use in acknowledging our fucked-up-ness. A gentle, compassionate, non judgmental tone that wants to wrap strong, gentle arms around you for being so beautifully, uniquely fucked up.

Today is a good day for celebrating our tender, fragile, fucked-up-ness. And as we accept and acknowledge and transform in ourselves we can do the same for others as we deepen our realisation that there really is no other.

The Divine in me sees the sweet Divine fucked-up -ness in you…

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Divine Feminine Moon

So here we are again you and I fair lady of the night.
Again you have slipped into my bed naked save for your silvery splendour.
What is it you want from me?
Why is it that you cast your full glance upon me
And insist I do not sleep but instead that I lay awake with you?
What kind of Lover are you
That you come and go from my bed as if it were yours?

Speak clearly now for you have my full attention.
My mind, body and soul are yours and I need not give permission
For you will do with them as you please.

These restless tides are yours that carry me beyond the shores of my mind,
In search of distant lands that I do not know.
On the oceans of Why and How and Perhaps you cast me adrift,
Seemingly never to reach a place where answers lie.

But, for tonight, you shall have your way with me.
And we will make strange Love again,
For I really have no choice.
Yes I will lie with you now,
And again when the time comes,
For one thing is clear:
I am yours.

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Healing Heart Conversations

The words in the image above describe well the kind of conversations that I am increasingly having, particularly with women. Sadly it seems to be rare for a woman to experience what it is to be held in sacred space and have a direct experience of divine masculine energy moving through man so that she can open, release and heal, in order to then blossom and flower and step into her full radiant power.
Holding space means being listened to deeply, with a still mind, devoid of judgement and in this heart space a sweet, healing energy transmission takes place. This is often felt emotionally or sometimes physically as well as the clarity of mind that arises through the words shared. It is a time for preparing the soil and the planting of seeds.

I am a fence that will surround and keep you safe while we explore the sometimes tender transition from caterpillar to butterfly. This may be one Healing Heart session or a series. The fence will remain as long as it is needed.
The truth is that we are always on a journey of transformation. Perhaps it is only in the death of these bodies that we truly become a butterfly or perhaps life just becomes increasingly full of butterfly moments. Or perhaps we are always caterpillars while we are in these bodies but we know in truth we are butterflies too!

There is a reLOVEution of the spirit taking place. And so we are being asked to step into our fullness and die to the old stories we have been carrying for too long. We do this work for ourselves but more importantly for the children and the generations to come. NOW is a good time for rebirth. Now is a good time to awaken to the Love that we are. 🙂

The paradox is that in talking about what we don’t know we begin to see and know. If we are going to talk and disturb the beauty of silence then let’s talk about the beautiful, tender, bitter sweetness of this human experience.

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