When I look back over my own personal story I can see clearly that every crises in my life was also an opportunity. It was a kick up the ass to alert me to the reality that I was not living in alignment with Love’s intention for me to realise my highest possible potential. Pain and crises is always a wake up call, a flashing red light and siren to bring our attention to the fact that we need...
It takes courage to be a warrior. It takes courage to raise your sword to fight for what you believe in, to fight for your self or your loved ones. But do you know what takes even more courage? It takes even more courage to put down your sword when you have been wielding it for so long that if feels as if it has become a part of your arm. When man got lost and began using his physical strength...
Dear woman please do not hide behind the veil of the perceptions of your external physical beauty, for what is it but the momentary beauty of a rose that will wither and wilt as the autumn months bid fair well to summer. Your true beauty lies within and I do not wish you to be sad, to feel that you are less than and feel that your worth is ebbing away as your maiden years fall away. Remember that what...
The truth is, it’s a fine line! I lived the first fifteen years of my life in fear that my step mother would assault me while I was at home and when I was at school I lived in fear that I would be teased by my peers for wearing uncool clothes or be verbally or physically attacked by the rougher kids from the other more working class estate. After I left home I spent seven years with no fixed...
There has been a lot to do recently. A never ending ‘to do’ list that phones me, messages me, emails me and arrives through my letter box. We live in a world where the masculine energy of ‘doing’ is put on a pedestal. Where action is revered and venerated, often on the altar of avoiding oneself. ‘Are you keeping busy?’ People ask. ‘I am doing my best not to.’ I answer. The blind, distorted unconscious ‘doing’ is the energy of the lost...
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...
