Winter is an etching, spring a water colour,
summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
TODAY: ‘In the awakening dawn, the breezes flow through ancient shards of right and wrong to speak to your heart’
A warm and delicious day. Is Summer finally here? I wonder…
This Blog was written in 2014, yet as my eyes re-read these words, it resonated with my day and I felt compelled to share it once more…with a few additions…
ONE WORD: Acceptance
COLOUR OF THE DAY: Summer colours
HOW I FEEL: “Some sacred places can help you on your journey of self-discovery, Glastonbury is that place…”
Placing my feet on the sacred earth of Glastonbury, off I went for glorious stroll in the sunshine to melt away the cobwebs of my winter…Perhaps less enthusiastically than usual, for I am weaker this year and still shaky after several months of ill health…
Yet, how blessed I feel! Free and safe in this magical place, which allows time for reflection, understanding and healing.
PHYSICALLY: One day at a time…
INSIGHTS: ‘The spirits and places…memory of Avalon, whispered during quiet moments, on dark nights and when the Glastonbury women of today are singing and ‘being’ together.’
Its as if there is a deeper knowing of the power that this year brings. This time it is about definite change! I know that not all of those changes, shifts and realisations are going to be pleasant to see, to feel, to watch, or to act upon. For that reason – we need to take as much quiet time and alone time as possible. We need to embrace alone time rather than fear it, we need to allow those ’empty’ hours to be restful, calm, nourishing and spiritual. Listen to your heart and you will realise the truth of such opportunities!
THE COLLECTIVE: Why not make the decision today to go for your dream? Commit yourself to it. Pursue it with passion! Grab hold of it with all your heart and do not let go!
The world is at war – different countries, differing groups, individuals, youngsters, teens, entire families and some are at war with themselves! And what we are observing is those who are hanging on tight, with what they believe to be theirs alone, to take, to have and hold, or it is because they feel safer with ideas and beliefs, that are old and tired and well past their ‘sell by date’, yet still feel perhaps too familiar.
Blessed are you
who comes like a whisper
in my breath
and spreads images of
majesty before me.
Kayce Stevens Hughlett