• Poetry

    Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off

    Sometimes life brings you to your knees.
    Floors you with it’s strong wisdom.
    Shows you where the shadows still lie.
    Where the aspects of yourself are that still go unmet.
     
    It’s a calling that when ignored
    screams
    and
    kicks
    and
    shouts
    to be seen, to be heard.
     
    It’s a gut punch of a moment
    one that takes the breath away
    and leaves all else quivering in its wake.
     
    All else stops.
     
    So you stop with it
    close the eyes
    and listen.
     
    Listen to where life is taking you.
    Listen to what life is showing you.
    Listen to your heart, to your soul, to your Being.
     
    No more strategies
    No more solutions
    No more resistance
    No more avoidance
    Just simply what is.
     
    And in that silence
    all is found.
     
    All the mess
    all the heartbreak
    all the mistrust
    being met fully.
     
    All the darkness comes into the light.
     
    The opening of yourself so vast that the edge is never met
    The melting of all the hurt and violence into acceptance and love.
     
    Love wins out.
     
    And so you pick yourself up
    and dust yourself off
    and on you go
    heart fully cracked open
    with love.
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  • Articles,  My Spiritual Journey

    Buckle Up!

    I find it funny that the further into this journey of life I get into the less and less ‘spiritual’ I become. Granted, I never self-identified as particularly spiritual, but at least outwardly I certainly was a card-carrying member of the ‘spiritual seekers brigade’. I was brought up surrounded by spiritual types, I meditated from aged 6, I want to a spiritual consciousness-based school and university. I worked for companies where every single employee was a meditator and spiritual seeker. I’ve lived in spiritual communities and Ashrams. I’ve lived like a monk, albeit a married one, but a monk nonetheless (and I still do pretty much live like one).

    For a while my focus was well and truly on the abiding recognition of awareness

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  • Articles

    Stop And Smell The Roses

    Life is such and unbelievable gift, how often do you stop and smell the roses? Appreciate the little simple ordinary moments? Without reference to the past or thoughts to the future.

    We miss the beauty of the moment so easily. Ordinary life has become so throwaway, so undesirable. Instead marked with the next glamorous instagram shot, the next big ‘experience’, the next enviable goal. Next next next. We miss the sheer joy of this extraordinary, but divinely ordinary moment.

    Whether that moment be filled with anger, joy, sadness or bliss it doesn’t matter. Just the fact we are alive, that we bear witness to all of this. Oh the magnificence that

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  • Quotes

    “Walk through life with the palms of your hands open to what life brings;
    no clinging, no denying, just this – what’s here right now.” – Imogen

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  • Articles,  My Spiritual Journey

    Raw Unadulterated Living

    I have gone from living the (American) dream… good job, beautiful house, wonderful friends, two beloved cats, more stuff than we could ever want or need, plentiful money, gorgeous and loving husband – I wanted for nothing… and now I have nothing (except the husband of course 😜 I’ve still got him thankfully).

    We have no home – not even a real base, we move from house sit to house sit every few weeks, new place, not knowing anyone, not knowing the area, living out of a hand luggage suitcase. No money to speak of – most people would be shock at how little we live on right now, no possessions – I literally mean it when I say all we have is a hand luggage suitcase each that fits all our stuff, no friends or people we hang out with (because of the said nomadic lifestyle) – just us two 24/7. Nothing really that we need or have to do, no purpose or meaning, no ambition and drive, no desires.

    And yet I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. So happy

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