Playfully playing a part without feeling apart. A channel for nature, climatising with consciousness and helping to normalise a natural state of being. Dive in for deep discussions.
the muted swan song
Those arms out like wings, ready to swan dive, born again as we come alive. But what of those who belly flop, into the sea of emotion they water drop. Panic attacks, full of worry, unsettled inside, with life they scurry. The mind forever doing its thing, but peace of mind it will seldom bring.
peeling back the petals
Purified Water reaches heart by blood flowing, moving to extremities for true feeling and knowing. Letting go of old emotions by resurfacing them once more, peeling back the petals to live as we did once before. Sighing and exhaling with every deep release, lightening the load and sense of peace.
here comes the sun
Electricity shooting down beneath the feet, willing welcoming discharge into moist Earth it might meet. What when this energy simply can't ground. Triggering shock, system overload, shaking legs in panic mode. Trauma storage, frozen state, locked away for another date.
seeking solace in silent solitude
There's an opioid overdose epidemic encircling earth, offering that moreish bittersweet pain relief for those in grief. Might much of humanity be hurting, living lives far apart from heart, taught to sleepwalk, numb and overcome by what's been done, broken dreams with repeating themes.
life, it's full of ups and downs
Through the birth canal, surfacing from the sacred water of the womb, there are those who struggle to climatise and embrace the gravity of this place. Others become stuck unable to see up, forgetting the ease of floating on the breeze, why we've come and the clean up that needs to be done.
the witches' gloves are off
Arrhythmia, whispered Foxglove, as it appeared in my mind’s eye and my heart skipped a beat. Foxglove is no stranger to conspiracy, well-known to witches, capable of healing or hurting. A plant at the very root of pharmaceutical heart medicine and yet a no-go-to now for most herbalists.
my octopus (spirit) teacher
How does one venture out into the world of the unknown, celebrate its beauty, brave what it brings, when mistrust of life has shifted inquisitivity into captivity. Life no longer able to effortlessly flow, this gentle life stream becoming a stagnating pool of what might have been.
What if we were to gently chisel away at the layers of Western conditioning, successfully cemented in place by a society who proudly prizes the physical over the spiritual. And if the mind has more effect on the body than the body on the mind, what might the spirit be capable of?