Inspired

Moments of Truth

Today the rain fell and nourished the parched dryness

of a rainforest without rain

and with leaden grey skies, my energy stalled and stumbled.

I curled up indoors; listening, creating and contemplating

and writing down words that inspire.

You know the ones…

…when you hear them or read them, you think:

“this is important…I must write it down

and read it each day until it

becomes a part of my very being”.

In moments like these, I know I’ve been blessed with truth. 

The light gets brighter,

the sounds gets clearer

and the words fall over me

like a blanket of comfort and ease.

Words that have inspired me in the past day or so:

I want to unfold. I do not want to remain folded up anywhere,
because wherever I am still folded, I am untrue.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

and…

the teacher asked us to “notice what’s true” for us about our bodies, our minds, our emotions.  Without judgment, we were invited to just be present to the quality of our experience and claim it as the truth for us in that moment

- Christine Valters Paintner, Abbey of the Arts

What is your truth in this moment?

I'm currently  "unfolding" into a new creative adventure that I'm very excited about...a photography collaboration, which begins this Sunday! 

Sunday Citar...What If?

 

 

I’ve dreamt in my life,

dreams

that have stayed with me

ever after

and changed my idea's;

they’ve gone through and through me

like wine through water

and altered the

colours of my mind

Emily Bronte

 

Dreams require much of us…

they require a freedom to wander down unexplored pathways, 

and the gentle ease to unravel and exhale a heart held taut. 

We’re required to lay worry down

at the foot of a wise old tree

and shed layers of doubt and disbelief

that are worn like clothing long outgrown.

 

Oh, we think we don’t have time for dreams

but really…

we have nothing but time.

We have millions and billions and trillions of moments each day

that are filled with wanting and worry and weariness

when the truth is, that every heart beat can birth a new dream.

What would happen dear ones,

if we nourished a dream like an infant in the womb?

What if we cradled it and sang to it

and believed with all our heart

that this dream will grow in strength

to the magnificent fullness

of our hearts desire?

Our dream come true.

What if?

 

see more Sunday Citar here

 

And the fire and the rose are one...

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;

 

And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well,
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

 

From The Little Gidding, by TS Eliot....one of my all time favourite poems. 

On Sunday morning seven of us from my book club hiked up to a bluff overlooking the ocean and the Gulf Islands to read our favourite poems to each other and this was one that I read.  We sipped champagne and orange juice, devoured delicious homemade scones and were even entertained by one of our group who sang several songs of her own composition.  All of this on top of a mountain with a backdrop of such sheer beauty that we were in awe of our good fortune to share the experience.

Bliss!

May

Just as my sheep herding dog

pushes her soft wet nose

against my leg

and nudges me towards her food bowl,

May nudges me,

gently but surely,

towards new life

unfolding.

With gentle warmth

and laden boughs,

May enfolds me

as I rest my weary head

against her scented bark.

On soft and silky breezes,

May whispers 

"Wake up dear one.

Open your eyes. 

We have a short time together,

you and I.

Sit with me now

and breathe me in,

as we watch

the unfurling of my soul.

I will tell you stories

of Mays gone by

and of Mays yet to come,

as you awaken

to the stirring

of your own

hearts

desire.

I've been having fun with textures and overlays on my photographs recently.  If you have a photo manipulation program and enjoy experimenting, check out the free textures at this Flickr pool.

April's Narrative

April

I am here to bring you hope; 

for sunshine,

for warmth.

for renewal,

for new beginnings. 

Allow me to awaken your barren inner reaches. 

Allow my raindrops to slide over your body and fall to your feet. 

Allow me to nurture and nourish your footsteps as they walk now in new directions. 

Allow me to shower you with hope, with love and with promises of joy unfolding.   

Trust that you would not be asked to blossom if it were not so. 

Trust that your unfolding will bring beauty to all who behold you.

Do you not see your own truth?

It blossoms now before you

in elegant perfection.

Kate Iredale

I invite you to stand outside in the spring rain, with arms outstretched and let April wash you with her assurance of new beginnings.  Open to it.  Feel it.  Accept it.  I did it today and it felt great!