I am the wind,
and she is the earth
that knows me.
I am the wind,
and she is the earth
that knows me.
Today felt like a milk and honey sunrise.
What is a milk and honey sunrise?
I have no idea.
But it felt an awful lot like
My beautiful bloggy friends.
I’ve abandoned you, and I’m so sorry.
The truth is, I had a beautiful burst of inspiration on my walk today (as often does happen when I’m out walking) and I was going to post while I was out there with my trees. The problem was that I was at the tail end of a super long hike and was just…well. Pretty pooped, to be honest.
I’m even more pooped now, and so I’m just using my ‘me’ self to check in and send you as many love hearts as I think you might be able to catch through the internet.
How is everyone going with all the big stuff happening in the world at the moment? So much love to any of you who are feeling fearful, or unwell. We will get through this, we so super dooper for sure will. xx
There have been a few massive energetic shifts for me over the past few days, and the dense energy of fear, selfishness and resentment in the air at the supermarket is teaching me an awful lot about how I percieve and process energy. So where it’s been really heavy and hard on my system, I suppose it’s been quite good in that it’s handing me new clues about the me that’s been slowly rising to the surface over the past couple of years.
I’ve got to head off to snoozeville now, but before I go I wanted to tell you about the new creative adventure I’ve started up on instagram! I’ve been loving seeing all the creative folk band together and reach out with their talents to keep all the home dwellers entertained, so I’ve decided to do the same.
I’ve posted two days worth of videos so far. If you guys want to have a look, I’d so love to see you there. I’ve changed instagram accounts, so the one linked to my blog is no longer being updated. But if you do want to join me on the new account, my handle is the_softgirl. That’s where my week long insta-story thing is happening. 🙂
Anyway, I’m so so tired after my huge walk today. I’ll be back posting as soon as I get another burst of inspiration. Please don’t go anywhere- you guys are still my most favourite love hearts in the world.
there is a deep sadness in the rain.
I feel it in my belly,
and I ask it to be kind
to those who feel the pain of the sky
when it cries.
Do you feel it?
The song, dancing you into the breeze, can you sense it?
Changing your every thought, your every need?
It lives in the ocean of all of us.
It plays in the rivers of those who believe.
This wind, this sun, this freedom.
It is, and always has been, in the ocean of all us.
When you catch it, you will believe.
I attacked the garden today. Actually, as usually happens, the garden attacked me—but my goodness I enjoyed the time out there with all that green and lovely stuff.
Until about thirteen seconds ago, this post was going to be about my interesting emotional state whilst chopping, weeding and sweeping all the clutter into neat and tidy piles. But the final sentence of that last paragraph there has triggered me into a new train of thought, so I’m going to go with it.
This morning I took my Son roller skating for the school holidays, and while skating around the rink with the little roller cutie, I got to thinking about how light and floaty skating made me feel. As I whizzed around, light as a feather, it felt as if the energy within my body had found its most comfortable physical state.
‘Hah. Interesting,’ I thought. ‘Humans do seem to be attracted to things that take the heaviness off our frames. Sky diving. Swinging. Swimming.’ Why would that be, I wonder? I’m sure there’d be some kind of boring scientific explanation for it, as usually there is in this very orderly adult world we live in.
But maybe it really is because our body is, in fact, an additional extra. That our souls have all kind of just landed and gone: ‘Right, I forgot. I have a body, now. Gosh. Well, what on earth am I going to do with this heavy thing, then?’
Sometimes I feel the lightness of my bodily energy clearly, and other times I don’t feel it much at all. I feel it when music mixes with it. I feel it quite a lot when I’m in nature (nature feels like a deep breath of clean.)
And that brings me full circle, back to paragraph one; the trigger that changed the entire trajectory of this blog post. The thought of how my energy felt while being out with the garden today, versus the thought of how it felt while skating. Can you see how my brain made that giant leap, and consequently ended up drowning you all with another tale of woo woo? (I wonder if others feel as random as I feel sometimes.)
Today’s skating experience made a clear adjustment to my nervous system, and it made me wonder why. And what. And how. So I’m probably going to keep wondering about that a bit longer. And maybe someday I’ll try and find out the real truth about why roller skating feels sooooooo goooooooood.
Ps: I’m totally gonna get some roller skates.
Who even knows what is going on with this July energy, but if you are diving deep into the guts of you, or kind of feeling a little bit like there is a thick layer of mud painted onto your skin, too…that would probably be because—drum roll— July-kind-of-sucks. Just today alone I have failed to even start anything I’ve set out to do, to the point where the day will be gone soon and I will still be wondering when it is going to start. (Disclaimer: this could also just be a ‘me’ thing, but I’m going to say it’s an everyone thing. It feels like it’s probably an everyone thing.)
Guys. I’m just here to say that it’s totally okay to eat all the doughnuts if July is, in fact, having its way with you, too. Go on— the sugary ones with jam inside are particularly awesome, as long as you don’t heat them up to the point of tongue burning. (Omg. Ouch.)
That reminds me of a fun story, and I reckon I need to tell it…if only to lighten us all up a bit. 🙂
It was when I was about eight, I’d say. I was an only child at this point, and my wonderful, fun-guy Step-Dad had taken me to Lunar Park (an amusement park) where we were plonked on a picnic bench, gobbling up hot jam doughnuts.
Everything was going well until he dropped the sugar bomb:
‘Right. Here’s a challenge. I dare you to eat an entire doughnut without licking the sugar off your lips.’
I could have died.
The way the story ended is kind of vague to me now. I’m pretty sure it ended with me meeting his challenge successfully but coming to the conclusion that, because of the amount of concentration needed to keep me from licking my lips…I didn’t enjoy the doughnut one little bit.
So, essentially, I won.
But I also lost. So mega big time.
And that was the day I realised I will never say no to that kind of sugary goodness ever again.
Happy July-ing, everyone. And happy weekend, too. xx
Today, the energy of the earth feels like a dense, dark chocolate cake. They say it’s because Mercury is in retrograde and the moon is doing all sorts of eclipsing and the like, so things are probably going to feel a bit dense. But why does my brain have to feel it like chocolate cake? Perhaps I need more sleep.
I’ve been afraid to really go into too many of the changes that have been slowly melting my life over the past eighteen months (such as a new recognition of the way my brain perceives subtle differences in energetic states) and there’s a reason for that. Fear. Fear of losing my nearest and dearest. Fear of being seen as, ‘Ah, yes. That crazy girl who thinks she can feel the difference between an everyday kind of day, and a lunar eclipse kind of day.’
Well. I mean…it’s happening, whether I like it or not. And I have lost people, and likely will continue to do so, over time, sadly. But what seems to have been the theme of the day (for, oh, I don’t know, a whole year) is that the universe is really just not having a bar of my nonsense denial phase and is really rather emphatically pushing me to move into my new skin.
I think I’m finally ready to run with it.
For those of you who are pretty happy with the blog the way it is…don’t worry. I don’t see any drastic changes happening with the creative type posts I pop up— this is my creative haven, after all, and I’m so grateful to have the chance to share that deeper part of me with all of you.
But what I am thinking I might do, is be brave and talk a little more about some of the more interesting things associated with this new land of woo woo I’ve fallen into. The random psychic stuff that happened at the start. The energy stuff. The way I used to see the world, and the way I just don’t see it that way anymore.
Yes. I’m going to go there, you guys, because it’s really actually kind of cool and exciting, depending on how wide you’re willing to open your mind. I’ve been fully checked physically and mentally— all is good. So now I’m forced to face the ultimate truth. That all this must mean…I am more than what I always thought I was. You are too. We all are, in fact. So why don’t we just run with exploring these possibilities and see where they lead. I’m game if you are. xx
The wild in me
of the wild out there.
I do this thing
where I try to ‘fix’ the people I love.
When they are sad.
When they are confused.
When they are in pain.
I do this
because when the people who feel like ‘joy’ to me
suddenly feel like something else—
I also feel like something else.
I feel like their shadow.
And I feel like mine, too.
How deeply I love.
How deeply I am touched
by the vulnerable spirits of others,
especially my very best others—
The people who fit perfectly with the essence of me.
But now it’s time for me to let them be.
It’s time for me to stand back and say:
‘I love you. I am here if you need.’
It’s not my place to fix them.
It’s only my place to send them love hearts through the sky.
And know that because I have been there, I have been enough.