• Poetry

    My Heart Hurts Today

    My heart hurts today.
    The loss of a loved one is never easy.

    Tender, broken and so wide open.
    So full of love, so beautiful.
    The waves of emotions, energies and memories break over me when least expected.

    Life is a precious thing,
    but so is death.

    Death brings up so much to the surface
    The unavoidable mirror of change
    and the inevitability of loss.
    The lack of certainty and control,
    and the great unknown.

    Emotions are high,
    everyone dealing with it in their own way,
    messy and inelegant.

    The appreciation and love for those who are both gone and those who are still here.
    All parading past in my heart.
    Every moment filled with equal intensity of love and pain.

     


    In memory of my dear Uncle Andrew, 1951-2019

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  • Articles

    Acceptance = Love

    In my travels it’s become very clear to me that to talk about acceptance is to talk about love, and to talk about love is to talk about acceptance. They are one and the same. They are the key to peace and freedom. They are the key to the recognition of your own nature. They are the key to everything. And they are happening right now, right under your nose – whether you recognize it or not.

    When you fall in love with another person you accept that person, you accept their differences, you accept who they are. Similarly when you love an aspect of yourself, you accept that aspect of yourself. Equally, when you hate an aspect of yourself you are attempting the futile rejection of that part of yourself. In this way love and acceptance are seen as synonymous.

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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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    Compassion of The Heart

    Again and again life has recently been showing up with this question of what is compassion? What is love? Compassion can look like a lot of different things, but for the moment I wanted to talk about compassion for those around you that act in ways that you don’t understand, don’t like and don’t find their behaviour to be acceptable at all – maybe they’re behaving like a complete asshole.

    The most compassionate thing you can do is not write them off. Bring them into your heart. Their asshole-ness is covering up a non-acceptance of Self in themselves. When you accept your whole Self, when you accept all that you are and all that you experience, all the ‘world’, then you aren’t rejecting anything. You aren’t creating a sense of separation – all is you. So pull into your heart that someone, see that

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