Darker mornings, sun low in the sky, twisting grey clouds and that sense of the summer having left and winter just being around the corner – we are in that moment, aren’t we, of Autumn coming upon us.
I’ve always loved Autumn – the sharpness of a fresh morning, the leaves crunching underfoot, my dog chasing around like a mad thing after leaves flying and swirling in the breeze, candles giving illumination to evening twilight. Oooh, I get tingles just thinking about all the cosy loveliness that Autumn brings!
The colours of Autumn are so vibrant and earthy – reds, golds, russets. They are also very healing and Autumn itself is, for many of us, a profoundly healing period. I admire the qualities and resonance of Nature enormously – she makes no mistakes and there is a reason as the leaves fall from the trees that we begin an inward journey of reflection.
As some of you reading this will know, my lovely Grandma passed to Spirit last week. She was 95, and was really well until the last few years.
Gran was a cornerstone of my life; she helped bring me up when I was younger as my mother worked away and she was, until the last few years, the one unchanging and constant aspect of my life.
Through changing times, growing pains, moving on and upwards through life and experience, my Gran’s constancy was like a lighthouse shining brightly to guide my ship through the turbulent seas of life. She never changed, never wavered and my understanding of her unchangeable nature was a security blanket through any changes I might have been going through.
Both my mum and I were with her when she passed. We were called as her breathing changed and spent several hours with her. I wasn’t sure she was actually ready to pass – she had been on an end of life care plan for only a few days and there is never a finite timing with such things – and then all of a sudden I felt my Grandad step in and I knew.
Recently I’ve kept being given the phrase Moving into Being by spirit – and you might have seen it mentioned as part of my Facebook or Instagram posts over the last few weeks.
I’m undertaking a fabulous course at the moment with an amazing group of people which is encouraging a deep dive into the self, and into the soul and this phrase, Moving into Being, has made perfect sense with this work.
I want to tell you a story…
There was a girl born into a decent middle class family. Her parents split just before she was born and so her mother became a one parent family with the support of her parents who helped bring the little girl up during her early years as her mother often worked away where she earned good money to support her daughter.
The little girl often found it difficult to express herself articulately as she was emotional and sensitive and this wasn’t as understood then as it is now.
She was good at school but with no real passion for any subject except perhaps English literature – she loved stories.
Love is the universal coin, the energy that makes the world go round. Everything we are here for is about love.
Realising it, and also recognising the absence of it when that occurs, which it does to all of us at some point, in some way. In that moment, the memory of love, the hope of love is often what sustains us – be it intimate, parental, friendship, self.
Some people may disagree and believe that it is money that makes the world go round (that old adage!) but actually, even there, it is the love of money isn’t it, and the fear of not having it?
Love is the magic that moves mountains; the power that transforms; the water that nourishes growth and the honey that is the nectar of life…if we can allow it to be what it is and to work its’ beautiful magic freely and without the constraints of wants, needs or demands.
Love’s magic demands courage and it demands freedom.
I was sitting here on this lovely Saturday evening working on my next book when I was suddenly inspired to change tack and write this post for my site.
It is 20 May and tomorrow it will be one month until my birthday and it has taken me until one month and a day before my 46th birthday to be truly happy with who I am and with where I am. This realisation came to me earlier – that I am totally and truly happy and at ease with me.
It wasn’t a wow moment. It was a simple moment of realisation from deep within and then overwhelming gratitude for that.
I’ve been in the fortunate position recently (dependent on point of view!) of having a foot operation and therefore having to take a couple of months out of working.
I say I have been fortunate as I didn’t realise just how much time out and time off was needed until my body had to rest and my mind decided it wasn’t going to carry on functioning as normal!
Breathe Light, Live Love
An inspiration given to me by one of the trance energies I work with – Morning Star as I have named ‘her’ as the energy feels very graceful, very gentle and feminine in nature.
What does light do? It chases away shadow; it brightens the darkest day. It lifts us to a place of hope when in despair and to a place of grace when in grief. Can we really breathe light? I believe we can. I believe we breathe it into ourselves, into our being, into our very soul. I also believe we breathe out light too.
There’s a theme running through my life and work at the moment of connecting more fully with the self, appreciating who we are and recognising the divinity that we are are part of, although even as I say this it is not really a new theme but perhaps on this full super moon evening that connection with the divine part of us needs to be more appreciated, more acknowledged so I am guided to ask: If you were to write a letter (of thanks perhaps?) to your soul what would it say? Why not try it and discover what you might be drawn to say…what you might be drawn to release, recognise and appreciate also about yourself.
Some of my letter is below. Blessings xx
I don’t know where to start so I will just start somewhere and hope it leads to something. And really that is also part of what I want to express to you – thank you for always pushing me to start somewhere and trusting that it will lead to something.
Thank you for trusting me when I didn’t trust myself. Thank you for being the quiet patience in my noise, the watchful observer in my madness. Thank you for not giving up and for being more stubborn than I am. Thank you for ensuring you relit my light more quickly than I could blow it out!
Who are we?
Do we know who we are? It might depend on whether who we are is determined by how we view or define ourselves or how we allow others to define us.
Do we call ourselves what we do? And if we do, then I would ask the question ‘do you only do that one thing?’ If you are a mum or a dad, if someone asked you who you were and that is what you said, whilst it might be a large aspect of who you are at this moment, it is not all you are. We might define who we are by our shape or physical appearance – slim, curvy, beautiful, plain, old young…but is that really who we are? Continue reading