One Day in March

I remember that day I chose to take Grief as my lover. It was not a long courtship, rife with dinner dates and romantic getaways. There were no whispered sweet nothings. There was only a headlong dive into Grief’s outstretched arms and total annihilation of my carefully constructed inner walls. Continue reading One Day in March

The Divine Feminine eats Transformation for Breakfast

Back in July (2016), I was asked by a friend to write a piece about the divine feminine. It took a while for it to come together, and finally a month later, this is what emerged.  It isn’t so much that it was difficult, it was that I was resisting the final piece, the bit that made me go a-ha! and see how it all comes together. I was trying to make it pretty. It was only when I realised that; when I allowed the Divine Feminine’s fierce power to wash over me in waves of ecstatic memory, that the pieces clicked into place. What I wrote wasn’t in line with the compassionate feminine the friend had hoped to see. I understand her reluctance. There Continue reading The Divine Feminine eats Transformation for Breakfast

Boundaried Self-love

I’ve recently joined something called the Wisdom Bloggers Sisterhood, which is a group of women bloggers joining forces to cover a specific topic each month. November is all about creative self love, using Cheryl Bridges’ book ‘28 Days of Creative Self-Love’ as a tool to inspire us. The deadline for the November posts is today, and as often happens, I’m writing against the clock. I have all kinds of reasons (excuses) I could use for this, but as I sat and examined it, I realised I’m scared shitless of this topic. I’ve written about self-love before, numerous times, and the reasons it’s so important. I’ve explored it from a bunch of angles and delved into it as a rational exercise, understanding it and feeling it. Continue reading Boundaried Self-love

There are No Victims

Recently, there has been a huge upswell of compassion and outrage over the death of Cecil, an African lion shot by a trophy hunter. This provides a beautiful opportunity for shifting our collective views around empowerment and victimhood. Cecil, while an ‘animal’ in this incarnation, is a spiritual being as enormous as any other. As a collective we ALL have a role to play, and Cecil was every bit as much an agent as the hunter. On a soul level, there is no difference between man and ‘beast’ or between hunter and hunted. We live, we breathe, we contribute to collective consciousness and evolution. Cecil is a powerhouse, and the evidence is in the aftermath of the events surrounding his death. If we remove agency Continue reading There are No Victims