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Summer Sounding.

There is a stillness and an intensity about summer that sings its siren song through the cells of my body, along with the heat and the shrill sound of the cicadas, a part of me feels itself home. Times when young mind and body moved inside air conditioning to moist heat, to the perfection of the dry, dry warmth, and the cool, cool night. Holidays spent camping when it always seemed to be summer, and the months reached on and on into an endless time of sand and ocean wave, flies and christmas beetles.

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Today I can feel a touch of cooler Spring air, yet the Summer rushes apace, couldn’t even properly wait for Winter to wrap up her icy wind and misty mien, she came she went, she is gone. The climate she be a changing as so we are told, how can we come into coherence with all things, that we may know the right thing to do for the much larger picture, reaching all the way to the black hole beyond the milky way.  Treat everyone with respect is a good place to start, we all have important gifts to contribute to this beautiful space-time reality that we’ve currently agreed to participate in!

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And be present in the moment you are in, mine is a summery flow that stretches out into eternity, it’s a day with no borders from the senses of a child, when summer never ends, or so it seems. And in this moment there is nothing to be stressed about, life is suspended like the dragon-fly in the air, sparkling bright orange in the sunlight before coming to land on the clothes line. Dragon fly brings me messages about transformation and consciously working with the light to create particular reflections, being adaptable and letting the emotions flow and be aligned with the mental body. The orange speaks to me of the sacral chakra and the continuing release and flow of my life force energy, creativity opening up in new pathways, and Aphrodite’s sweet presence warming my core.

Love and harmony to all, ohm shanti, shanti, shanti……….

Here are some summer thoughts from Josh Pyke:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1ABbLlKTlw

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?

It seems as if summer lingered on and on, she slipped out of the room, and then peeked back in, I began to feel as if my summer would be with me for evermore. Alas my sweetheart she is gone, like Persephone disappearing into the jaws of the underworld, leaving her mother Demeter to grieve and bring us rainy tears to nourish the soil, as the autumn season gently winds down, towards that darkest of times.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

The Snowy Mountains.

I have always been a summer child, memories of a birthday always held on searing hot days, body surfing in rough ocean waves and running quickly, feet almost burning, over sizzling sand dunes. Walking up steep slopes through the brightest of green, green grass, wildflowers like jewels, dotting the rich sweep of lusciousness with every colour you could imagine. Wading through a mountain river, until the sight of a long thick black snake gliding sinuously into the water inspired a hasty departure, calling out to my mother and brother behind me to flee the fearsome serpent!

Oh shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? From me ’tis the highest of compliments, your bright eyes remind me of the sky’s dome of heavenly blue, your hair the glint of sunlight dancing on the leaves and branches of the trees, your spirit the clear, clean optimism of hot days that seem to stretch into a never ending future. No-one does it like William Shakespeare so here for your enjoyment is Sonnet 18.

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The Ocean Of Love.

Confidence breeds confidence, a bright energy that feeds on itself and then blossoms outwards, showering radiance on everything around it. The world becomes a lighter place and people respond to that light, you can see it in their eyes, upon their countenance. This is not something that can be achieved without a direct connection to divine source, it comes not from depending upon another, it cometh from a place that is deep within the soul, the consciousness.

“The lover who leans upon the beloved’s response, his love is like the flame that needs oil to live; but the lover who stands on his own feet, is like the lantern of the sun that burns without oil.”

Hazrat Inayat Khan.

So how does one get there? There are as many ways as there are people, the first step is to acknowledge how things truly are in the moment that you are currently inhabiting, and there may be times when that alone is extremely challenging. I believe that most relationships have an element of co-dependancy, I know that mine have been in the past and I’m determined not to be in that place again, a very good reason to be single for almost a decade!

That’s the path that I chose, to be on my own and to focus (obsessively I freely admit), on healing every bit of trauma I could lay my metaphorical hands on. You need to find ways of clearing the cellular memory of the body, use your intellect to understand by all means, but if it is in the cells of your body it will still be running you, and fundamental change will be difficult if not impossible to achieve. Bodywork and breathwork have been the mainstays for me, but there are so many great therapies out there, find the one that works for you.

All the clearing I’ve been doing in the last few months has been very much focused on old patterns in relationship, and I now feel that I’m clear enough to be in a relationship that is not co-dependant. Which is not to say that old stuff won’t come up, I’m sure that it will, as long as I can observe it and then wish it a fond farewell, all will be good.

And so for now I continue to be in gratitude for the ocean of love in which I swim, touching noses with the other fish, as we glide through a community where I have the opportunity to swim with the school, or explore on my ownsome. Who knows when the touch of hello may become a caress or a kiss, bubbles of joy emanating from the deep connection of my beloved and me, bubbling up to the surface and spreading the love even further, into a world that needs all the joy it can find!

Love is all you need!

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