“What you are seeking is already looking”


Last month I took up a FaceBook challenge, a Quest. The idea was to create a journey with a bag of tools and set off to embrace a sacred space. I found myself under the large spruce tree in my garden, on the bench, in the shade. A favourite summer spot, this time with my bag of tools. The idea of this Quest was to carve some self-care time and to re-evaluate how time is spent in everyday existence. What we do, what we love, what we have forgotten. What is joy? What is self-love? And fun when we put it into alone time.

I found myself sat in front with a sketch pad and pencils. As I sat each day I just allowed, I fell into this silent space and surrendered to the pencil and paper. I was completely immersed in a dimension of calm. I was captivated by the subtle hues, the absence of thought and the silence.

What I set out to do was find a direction, a journey, a quest. What I found was the pause button, to still life in chaos and hit mute. A state of polarities appeared. The chaos of challenges in life and a sense of stillness. The state of polarities attracting for the higher perspective. I didn’t find this great journey or adventure in the planning but what I did find was an inner state …. the eye within the storm….

Or the profound words “what you are seeking is already looking” (St. Francis) now I understand…..seeking calm amid the storm ….. A state of being. The eye within the eye……

(CFFC- Eyes)

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

A Sheltered Age

For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are many ways to interpret age, often depending on your relationship with the passing of time.

They lived near a farm by a hill and an old oak tree. There were no cities, no busy roads just one street of houses with gardens. The street was a dead end, and stopped at a field with a view of never ending fields.
These children spent their days climbing the old oak tree.  Listening to the wind from a den in the hedgerows and playing made up games. No separation of society existed, no wealth dictated.  They played from morning til dusk in holidays and weekends and after dinner on school days. The youngest were cared for by the oldest and no jealousy, bigotry or bias existed. Hand in hand they stayed together harmoniously with laughter and  joy to be heard by the neighbours at their creations of go carts, roller skating, and teaching the young ones to ride a bike.
Years passed, some families moved house. Older children went to college or working and pandemonium ensued as societies world invaded their lives with heartache, disappointment, failure, depression, anxieties and turns of dilemmas. Their world did not exist with such irreverence and their abilities to master the human negativities had not been passively aquired in early years.  Where was the compassion for your playmates now? The care for your juniors? The passion for all to be happy?  Life infiltrated their existance with a world of experiences childhood had not exposed.  The world seemed hard with no hand to always pull you higher up the tree. Push you further up the hill and shout with you louder in the skating ride to below.
But adult life teaches us to move onwards and those childhood years mean that we know to seek true friends,  a well meant gesture, and an extended hand means possibility. The childhood years are always there to remember the street with a view of a hill and a tree and memories of listening to the wind in a hedge and being of the meadow gang society.

pink azalea 2Weekly Photo Challenge: Perspective


Weekly Writing Challenge: Leave Your Shoes at the Door

Weekly Writing Challenge

The Other Perspective

Seeing perspective is hard
And unkind
We want to return, step back
And rewind

We think things worked as before
No chore
No stress, all smooth, no buckling
High score

So why do you scream and fight
With plight
We two are happy, you just one
Sit tight

Say unfair, then push and pull
No sway
That is the way it is, has been
No foul play

Now you’re leaving, you quit
Break away
You’ve created a problem
You’ve betrayed

Now we are left with it all
You’ve unspun
You exposed our misgivings
All undone

Considering things from a different point of view as been the hardest Weekly Writing
Challenges I have done.