I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;
to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.
Seeds will be earthed and reborn.
Tag: #anchoring
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Who is Mary Magdalene ?
Beetham Church 
Sketch by Janice Salmon 
Shap Abbey dedicated to Mary Magdalene 
@shewhoisart 
Mary Magdalene is many things to different people.
She is healer, myrrh bearer and medicine woman
She is consort, companion, wife, mother, sister, daughter
She is mystic, magic, miraculous
She is spirit, soul, and transformation
She is priestess, prophetess,and leader
She is roseline, bloodline, holy line
Royalty, ancestry and secrecy
However we begin the connection, the light of who She is transforms us. Her words change us, her image, the story is different to each of us. This is her mystical, manifestation of her diamond light. She meets us as we need to be met. She presents what we need, her truth is our truth reflecting back, what we need to see in ourselves.
Beautiful, Light, Divine, Mystic, Missionary, Preacher, Healer, Regent, Ancestor and Sister.
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In times of chaos….pray
Shap Abbey Divine Mother
My prayer for the year ahead is to meet my edge with more grace. In times of chaos, challenge or conflict help me stand strong and walk towards my boundary, my edge.
Help me be curious and walk towards my uncomfortable feelings with love and an open heart.
In times of mistrust or division help me raise my head, my lungs and breathe in a stride towards that tension.
May I lean towards my limits with a new learned sense of familiarity. Let this become a place I know and a space of recognisable wisdom.
Let my body and spirit know my edge as much as I know my centre. And may the retraction inward be a soft walk back to myself with compassion in tow.
I pray I walk within my self with affirmation of safety. That I being to recognise this boundary as a recognisable place which is part of my whole. So my edge is a place I grow to know as much as my resting repose.
Amen
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Pathways of Prayers
I pray today for new ways of walk this earthly reality with my feet firmly planted in each and every moment.
May my feet connect to the one place, one time, one love. May my feet anchor me sturdy and strong. May my feet feel the pulse of Mother Earth, the temperature of present awareness.
May my feet be open to pull in all the valleys, alleys and avenues of choices, considerations here present. May my feet be able to spread my weight evenly with equanimity as my teacher.
May my footsteps be met with desired movement. May forward action be with a tender greeting of all the elements playing a symphony of encouragement and guidance through All the paths and passages of life.
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Autumnal Mindset
I am getting my mindset into the sensations of the season. My autumnal mind of gratitude and collecting my thoughts of what I have nurtured this past year. My assessment is that I have had a steady slow path which completed a teaching document I have the task to complete from so long ago. It was a very difficult development to fullfil the congruent structure set by an organisations requirements. At times I thought I would never succeed. I was navigating my grief from the loss of my Father as well as caring for my Mother. A deep desire was unfolding to be nurtured in nature, so I turned towards the sights and signs around me. The focus that kept me going was turning of the wheel and the boundaries of my inner compass. The deadline by which I needed to complete was set at the season of gratitude, the harvest, and the folding inwards for the great pause of winter.
Now it is complete. It is time to lay down the pencils, or save the final draft in a file. Autumn 🍂 is a time to harvest what I have sown. For me it is learning to walk as nature intented. To celebrate the achievement of the completion but not to launch into action. You see, I am turning to nature as my teacher. The steps are leading me to root into the dark seasons with a sense of completion. The dark months for me will be for dreaming in the visions, taking time to consider practically, what needs to be brought into form from the formless. For now, it is a time to pause and let the leaves fall 🍃🍂🍁.
For now, I am putting away the pencils, closing the file, and allowing myself the pleasure of completion.
How do you celebrate all that you have brought into being these last seasons?
How are you celebrating your harvest?
What rituals are you planning for Autumn?
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Reflection for #sundaynightcandlelight 6th -7th July
Where is my safe place?
My body is a Temple
My Breath is Sanctuary
The felt sense is the Altar
The Cornice is my Edge
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Celebrate myself with love and kindness
I dont really know where that phrase comes from, but I recite it to myself when I see I am making my way through this world
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Elementals
Take me to the woods and let me stand with the trees. Let me synthesize my emotions and hear the humming of the birds and the bees….
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Rites of Passage
Sometimes the answers are so simple, what act of self-kindness helps me heal? Cake. You see I have been gluten free for over a decade and whilst I don’t miss such things as cake or toast anymore, I do miss the occasions. For so long I have not had that rite of passage that actually does mean a lot. I have had no Birthday cake, no candles to make a wish and no celebration for another year turning around the sun. These rites are important, they are a celebration of life.
A great woman wrote that when we are born we are not born alone. We are born with a placenta that becomes our guardian angel. The physical placenta we are born with is full of richness and nourishment and to honour this spiritual passage and guardian we have a placenta cake. We keep on celebrating that life giving connection. So this year I will gratefully be celebrating my spiritual connection, my nurturing, and whole self. I can bake a gluten free cake.
Thank you #robinlim
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I am a garden
I unfurl into the cycles of my own cells, that mature, decay and shed. My body recycles daily and it has been its own Garden for all my days.
Seeding, growing, expanding, wilting, rotting, composting, rejuvenating since birth.
I am birth and death in a day. Marvellous Me.
