Winter Solstice

Tonight you lay your head
upon the earths gentle breast
and are lulled away to dream land
following the beating of her heart.

Tonight all is silent
so that you may sweetly fall,
like snowflakes on eyelashes,
into your winter rest.

May the return of the Sun bring light to your heart and may you be granted your truest desires.

You Are ENOUGH

What comes from within us can never be wrong. The gentle unfolding that occurs when we rest in faith can only lead to fullness and truth. When we allow the ropes of mediocrity to fall away and expand into the vastness of Self; we are then human. Human in all the glory and beauty and possibility that Spirit held for us when first we walked the Earth. We become the living manifestation of Spirit, the true nature of our being.

What are the ropes that bind you? Fear that you are not enough; not beautiful enough, not smart enough, not worthy? Fear of hurt and rejection? Fear of poverty, of no mercy?

Fear is the great human limitation. With it we keep our selves bound to the illusion of security, we cease to explore and to expand beyond the routine that we believe is our safety net. Those few that are able to free themselves from their fears; to face their worst imaginings and grow beyond them become like beacons in the night, like guideposts on a lonely stretch of road.

You have within you all you need – right now – to be such a guidepost. You have been created perfectly by Spirit. All you need do is believe – believe that you are enough in this moment to realize the fullness of you. Imagine what could unfold if you held that belief above all others? What if you knew in your heart that your journey in this life has led you to be the perfect tool with which to teach and share and heal? What gifts have you received from your journey; from the most painful parts of your journey? Through pain we reach the depths of our Spirit, through pain we call out to Spirit and receive Spirit into us; through pain we also begin the process of unfolding…releasing the Divine within. Hold your body and breathe, feel the shape and form that you are. Move within – within – within and honour the Divine Spirit held inside. Allow the fire of your Spirit to burn free; asking nothing of it and quietly honour it. You are enough, now, at this moment. You are worthy and loved and there will always be enough for you to be deeply cared for. There is mercy on the Earth – released from within you when you rest in faith and see the beauty of Spirit within you.

Universal Reality

Universal reality:
E X P A N S I V E N E S S

Behind the clutter of illusion is universal reality.

Part the curtains of your current worldview;
What do you see?

I see space.
Lot’s of space.

With stars and strokes of beautiful colour.
Empty but not empty.

Within this space is infinite wisdom, possibility and potential.
I only need to step into it.

Pull back the curtains and enter this vastness.

Let my mind, heart and soul flow in this space;
relax and slowly move in this place.

Be the current and flow until
I come to the next eddy.

The place where I can stop and create,

The place where I become the pen
in the hand of the Universe.

Breath

My breath my own again
I welcome the reflex of inhaling/exhaling.
I close my eyes and resistance evaporates and I am moving
on a flow of breath.
I notice the yearning in the stillness between
inhaling and exhaling,
the desire for more.
I let the yearning be there.
Then I embrace inhaling
FULLNESS
Exhaling
EMPTINESS
…yearning…
Each breath a complete lifetime
Each breath renewal
I am new with every breath.
I leave behind ideas of specialness and calling.
I let go of dreams.
I embrace this very moment.
Yearning.

Shhh.

Stop what you are doing.
Empty your mind.
Stay silent.
Pay attention.
LISTEN to my words, follow my voice.

Picture this face:
Dead eye’s masking sorrow.
In a second flash with rage.
Then gone. Out. Like a light.
Dead eye’s again.
Dry lips, chapped and flaking.
Sucking in air as if to scream
but open only to
… suck in more air.
Teeth chipped from clenching,
yellowed from too much coffee,
too many cigarettes,
too much of whatever will dull the pain.
Brittle hair surrounds this face,
tangled with bits of grass and tree,
matted with mud long dried to clay.

Picture that face.
Forged with lines that track the passing of pain.
Eye’s, red rimmed and wild.
Lips, chapped and bleeding.
Teeth, jagged shards of decay.
All framed with barbed wire hair.

There are places where a woman travels
far from hearth and home
there are voices that whisper in her ear
that turn her heart to stone.

I have been that face.
Have you?

Have you known the darkness?
Has Goddess wrenched you from your bed,
grasped you with her cold veined hand
jerked you from the pretty stones,
the soft silk altar cloths and the sparkling scented candles?

Shoved you past these trappings to the door of the cave?
On the darkest night of the year?

Has she laid her ebony velvet cloth over your face,
opened the great yawning hole and pushed you inside?
Left you to your own devices to find your way out?

With nothing to light your way,
but faith?
Sometimes even faith is as dark as pitch.

If you know that cave, have felt that damp emptiness
If you have tasted sweet acid on your tongue
and gagged on heavy sulpher with every breath
than you know that Goddess ain’t always pretty.

Neither are you, neither am I.

Ugly doesn’t even begin to describe
what it is like,
crawling through that cave,
knees scratched to bone,
Sobbing through your mantra’s of “fuck you’s” and
“I don’t deserve this”.
Bellowing, bargaining, begging, bawling.

And it all falls on deaf ears.
It all falls on walls of stone, slick with ice
and thick as forever.

Sister, if She moves you,
passed bewilderment, denial and broken dreams,
to that cave
you better be prepared.

‘Cause there are places where a woman travels
Journeys she makes alone
To meet Goddess in that darkest place
only the frail stay at home.

Samhain - October 31

Mother Goddess descends her throne
gives reign over to the Crone.
Death sweeps across the earth
making way for rebirth.

Cerridwen I beseech you
grant passage to your hall
the dead spirits I sustain
grant passage to them all...

All within the good earth sleeps
and gentle Mother does retreat
to her chamber in the mound
to rest with the Maiden soft and sound.

Queen of Spirits I do seek
a pathway to your Cauldron
I beckon thee Hag to guide me
as I honour the Darkest One...

The veils between the worlds are thin.
Hearken to the whispering din
of honored Ancestors and the Sidhe,
who bless us with their memory.

Ancient women of my folk
the way is clear to my door.
Enter and impart to me
your wisdom, I implore...

Let the year pass this night
and with the morrow's dawning light
may spirit's both alive and dead
walk in peace in the year ahead.

Pray

I pray a lot – for others, for myself
I stand at my doorway and open my heart.
The air in my voice shakes the leaves on the trees
and my eyes shed the water of the ocean and seas.
Light the fire in my belly, I pray aloud.
Light the fire in my heart so I can heal and love.
Let my skin be renewed by the cool breeze of heaven,
Let my bones be made strong by the power of earth.