Janice Salmon

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Medicinalmeadows….Home, Heritage and Healing

Medicinalmeadows?… people often ask about the name..

The term medicinal means “all that becomes healed”. For me that is a step towards the state of equilibrium, towards the centre and a place we identify as home. It is a “sense” of place, rather than a physical place. Our divine sense of self becomes the inner and outer aspects of Home.

Meadows is a conscious picture of peacefulness. The place I was brought into this life was a lush meadowland. It was also called Meadowlands for real! So you see the picturesque form of a peaceful place is my integration of a meadowland within.

So the sacred space I create here in this present moment, as a service, is Medicinalmeadows. It is a place to create healing of the inner self, of a home within and to consciously create your own Presence. This creation acts as your inner compass and foundation. In short Medicinalmeadows is the creation of your own peaceful presence….

Image: Janice Turner Salmon, Medicinalmeadows, Cumbria


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Love

I am the Love that never dies
I am She who calls to you from whispers, sound, vibrations of the Heart.
I come in Dark and Light
In Strength and Fear
Do not fade at what comes before you
Do not bluster or storm
You are always in my Love
I am carrying your torch of Light
To guide a way for you to be open
Be present
Be in Teaching
Of the moment
Nothing evades you
Nothing withheld from you
As all love can be received
All thanks to Love
In openness
Of Divine Love
Be open
Be gracious
Of the Love that never dies


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White Light

Our Holy Ones of the
White Light. I bathe in your surrounding Light
For my inner health and healing.
I acknowledge your Divine Presence
In this time of Now
And the time to come.
Gather with me and
I am truly blessed for your
Loving Presence
In Grace and Love
I thank thee All


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The Forest ……chapter 6… Storytelling for anxiety and all those feelings…..

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This morning I heard voices. I clung to the table in front of the window and eyed out into the daylight as I saw two people walking briskly by, I remember that, they walked side by side. I froze, they laughed, as they snaked the path into the greenness and were gone. It seems so long since I fixed my sights on other people. They were dressed for hiking with sturdy foot wear, like mine, I remember them stuck in the mud.

You know I wasn’t even sure at this moment that my voice actually still worked, I hadn’t spoke for so long. I hadn’t even talked out loud to myself, not a word, not a hum, a song, a phrase, nothing. I’m now aware that I need to be ready, I need to rehearse my vocal cords.

I have been following a set routine to last the day, finding comfort in the conformity. The cabin now seems familiar and I feel I have come to know every floor board, the ones that creak, where the drafts come in, where the sun rises, the sound of the birds, the stream running at the back of the cabin and the wind and the sound it makes brushing the leaves.

Something is not right within me. I see the world outside, people walking, talking and laughing, I stay quiet within, I hold my breath within, I keep myself within. There is fear within these walls and fear outside of these walls. I no longer have the presence of comfort. I feel I can not rest. So why do I stay hidden when I want so much to be found, to be rescued?

So what is it that I fear the most?