Nature is the original source

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Land is a godly thing, it is of the sacred and the original. It is a being one, open one, the one that offers a choice of whether to transform or not and in no way based on doctrine, assigned attributes, it is free flowing, evolving and constant. What happens when you get touched by land? For me and others, I have heard, it is a realisation of how small we are in the grand scheme of things, which is the land and all life on it, amidst time and historical platform. “We are no different to a blade of grass,” someone said once and I felt it was beautiful put and I believe precisely that. We all come from one place, natural and evolving. There’s a beginning and an end with a purpose woven into the whole journey. What that purpose is often unknown, or, as I like to think, rather hidden from view. Some seek to know it, really know it through a journey of digging deeper into themselves and some simply live according to what they decide works for them or feels good. Both can be connected, but do not have to be. Others adopt laws and rules of a society, community, religious views amidst other things, by which they construct their lives. It is all valid I’d say as we are present on our journeys here on Earth with divinity intertwined into whatever manifestation we choose.

Nature is the original source and its magnificence in multi-presentations and intricacies of its ways of being and ancient knowledge can wake up and sustain our consciousness and bring us back to ourselves more than anything else can.

Image: original by Raw Nature Spirit

A dream…

Oh how I just want to go and not return

As I would be home at last and forever

This separation seems more and more pointless like waiting for nothing and everything

It is right there. I can feel the land’s beating heart within my own

Yet like chains otherness holds me and it feels like a rope round my neck yet necessary, almost pretending to be a gift

Love is a strange thing. The strangest

It pulls and pushes and one never really knows how to be with it as often there is no reason or explanation. It just is…

Its powerful curse of surrender though can either make you or break you but what’s the worse is not having ever felt it or being fulfilled by it

Damn you, I say in one breath and in another I take in the soul of my child smiling at me

I am walking away one day and another I am asked to stay by warm presence of another

Land or man, wild or contained, soulful or dutiful it is all entwined in the existence of today

I closed my eyes in my sleep earlier today and saw a cottage with Gaelic words above the door. I was speaking the words as if I knew the tongue naturally, but I struggled to make meaning. There was two versions of the wording, I remember that clearly. Walking into the cottage and crouching down due to a low entrance ceiling I was carrying an old water pale. It felt calming, like home, like where I want to be. So clear a vision, a dream

Love everlasting

The first time I knew you my breath was out to abandonment

My knees touched the greenness of your body and in awe I stood amidst a stone circle feeling protected and contained

I lowered myself into your cooling stream imagining I wash myself anew

I knew then I never wanted to be anywhere else

I knew then my love will last a life time

Do you believe in such beauty that delicately transforms your being into something so light and peaceful that is unimaginable in the world like this

I now do believe and the breath leaves me every time I lay my eyes on a silvery Loch in early evening

How can something be in such calmness among such horrors and unthinkable acts

How can something be so soothing to the soul you know there’s no other home for you, for me, for anyone who dares to love

Words are easily overtaken by feelings and it is experience so profound that saying nothing carries the most weight

I’ve been here again and again and without fail my heart remains faithful to the utter bliss you give me so generously, so unconditionally

Worship… not the word, inspiration may be, most of all it is love like the one been and lost, like the one before I was a grown up, when enchantment, wonder and heart laid bare

Transpersonal, everlasting

Like it sprinkled gold on me permanently that can’t be rub off

It shines on the inside like a fire that’s being kept alive eternally

Don’t you find peace in the love once known? Can you name a more welcomed imprint? It lives on

I know it again, here, in this land

It lives on in its glorious clothing of each season with such beauty that spirit rejoices in simply being

You

Are you the wind that whispers in my ear or a stream beneath my feet with its bubbling tones

Are you a bird, a tree, a flower that I encounter or are you silence amidst the night air

I feel you in all corners of existence

Be it noise or quiet, dark or light

You are in all the tapestry of life that I perceive daily

You are moments of my holding breath and standing still when my heart wants to fly away to all the places that you are

You are my life’s anchor like the oldest wisdom there is that tells me to stay, to act, to dream and be

You are my life as much as anything I know that I am. Made up parts of one whole, a million of others merged together yet I can pick you apart from any other

You feel most of all like home, a soft fleshy part of my soul a colour of the purest blue and green and purple

I take you in with each breath as if the sweetest taste I have ever experienced

I am grateful to you for touching the earth and imprinting my heart with you and only you that for the rest of my days I will always know what it feels like to love, to grieve, to grow and surrender…

“I miss you… always”

“I miss you”, she thought to herself quietly flying towards it in her mind.

“I am here”, the land replied, always here.

“I think I know that now”, she breathed in easy yet with a touch of sadness.

“Any time, anywhere in your awareness I live”, the land gently spoke.

“In my awareness you live and like a precious jewel I carry you close to my heart”, she replied.

One day you are a stunning white bird singing so loud I can’t ignore you or pretend it doesn’t hurt to hear your song. The next day you are leaves under my feet content and ready to surrender.

In my awareness you live, in that awareness I breathe till the next time I step into your arms expansive and raw and scream again, ” I am here, I have missed you so…”

A trip that freed me

Here are some pictures from my trip to Perthshire, Scottish Highlands this past October just before Samhain. This was a long anticipated trip, not because it haven’t been before, I have, but because I made it there on my own after talking and planning for years. I finally did it and something in me changed forever now, solidified in knowing this is it. This is the place I first came years ago and where my love affair and deep spiritual connection with the land began. The trip that I took was a journey down memory lane and my love is just as strong, if not stronger. It was an absolutely perfect end to a wonderful year where all the through I have been committed to doing things differently  and have succeeded. Enjoy Scotland pics in Autumn.

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‘Noticing’ as a path to true living

When my child says something is beautiful be it a scenery, painting, a person’s face or an experience it goes right to my heart. It is a felt experience for me to hear and know that he’s noticed something that truly touched him. I learn from my son the art of appreciating what is in the moment and banking those moments into a bundle that is a life truly lived.

When we notice, we are present, we are in a felt experience of what is going through us and touching us as a living being energy. The more detail we notice in something or someone the deeper we go into the moment of being present with what is now, what is alive and speaking to us.

To me hearing my son express his delight in what he observes represents a true living rather than a passing energy of existing in a chain of life events, day to day, week to week. It tells me something is always worth noticing, examining, learning no matter how small. It speaks to me of a quality of always wondering what the next day, trip, touch and experience might bring. It is remaining curious and fully in life at all times. It is, to me, is beautiful, and who is better to connect us to that way of being than children, whose light shines through unapologetically and if it’s expression is allowed to be authentic at all times then we benefit from that more so through connecting not just to a real experience of knowing our children, but also re-connecting to our own inner child, which often gets forgotten as we get old.