I slip my hand into the palm of the Divine and see where it takes me. There is no beginning and no end. Only the patient stillness of the now. The tantalising whispers of contemplation draw up from the deepest depths, the answers to the call of the soul. Who am I now if I …
I am scared. The future beckons me with a sunshine finger. All that I have ever wanted is laid out before me. I feel the hush in the world – the pause in the flow of life as the birds and the trees stop mid pulse to see what I will do. The Universe is …
The way of the heart is not easy. It finds ways to crack you wide open. It seeks out the rocky landscape of pain, of tears, of grief, of despair. But it also brings you to joy, to openness, to connection, and wholeness. I am standing here at the precipice of my wounding, wanting to …
‘Remember this –That you are the Doorway to the whole of Creation.You have the key.You are the key.And the key is within the Heart.‘
‘All Joy comes with Pain,but the work of the Heart is to continue on,and to find the Joy amidst the Pain.Continue on,for there is Joy and Love at the Heart of Everything.‘
There is a lesson in loss. When you see someone leave you. See them close their eyes for the last time. The delicate wisp of their Spirit rises up into the air, and you are left with the rent in your life where their beauty used to be. The shock of it leaves you numb …
These are testing times. The pressure is mounting, and anything that doesn’t align with our bright future is being squeezed out of every single cell of our bodies as we pass through the portal of our past misdemeanours and beliefs. The separation from Source has been tough. The illusion has been so convincing, that there …
I am so very exhausted by it all. The grasping and the hoping and the clinging on. Modern life has become the endless pursuit of things you can never attain, while running for your life from imagined fears that you cannot see. The outside world has become a maelstrom of opinions, judgements, and offended feelings. …
How can I forgive you for all you have done to me. How can I love you for all the terror you made me feel. How can I show compassion when you made me hate you so much. How can I thank you for taking my innocence away. My pain is real, and I have …
There is a plague sweeping across the country, and it worries me. It’s not one that you can see, for it infects your consciousness and the perception of what you see. The eyes cloud over, the arms go limp, and all independent thought slips slowly out of your mind. I am so desperate to save …