The Unseen Thread of Mystery

I walked barefoot in the soft light of the rising sun, exploring this tiny corner of Earth I call my own. I opened my heart to connection – with Goddess and with the wild whispers of the garden. Would she grace me with her presence and the inspiration that I craved to satiate my ever seeking soul? Each morning I approach my practice with the hope and trust that it will be so.

As I looked around, receptive to what may come, I noticed a dead leaf dancing mid-air. Mysteriously. Fae-like. The breeze picked up and it spun and twirled like a ballerina in concert. I was confused for a moment, because I couldn’t figure out how this disembodied leaf seemed to dance mid-air in the same spot, unattached to any branch. I soon realised that it was swinging on a fine gossamer thread of a broken spider’s web. For that brief moment, when the science behind this dancing leaf that was held up by an unseen thread was unexplained, it was magic.

Sometimes Goddess is that invisible thread weaving miracles and blessings into our lives. It made me think about how we often want to understand the ‘how’ behind the magic. We can’t see how we will get from here to where we want to be. We don’t believe that certain things are possible for us, so we doubt. We forget that we don’t always have to know how or why. We forget that even when we can’t see the invisible thread, Goddess is pulling strings, building paths and highways to our dreams.

Life is an continuously unfolding story that we are writing with our souls. If you knew every twist and turn, the details of every moment and the outcome of every experience from the outset, would you still bother to write and live through a predictable plot? Most writers will tell you that the joy of the journey is in the mystery and the unknown  or often unexpected places that you are taken to in the process.

As this insight sank into my soul, the voice of wildness whispered: “There is an unseen world a work behind the scenes. Trust the hand that guides you, even when you don’t always know what to do next.”

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Honouring Feminine Wisdom

Some days I see clearly that the soul is made of stories, because when I sit in the peace of the early morning and the first light awakens my essence within, then deep forgotten tales come alive somewhere inside. The light is so gentle this morning, the air so quiet and comforting. As the drooping twigs sway just slightly in the soothing breeze, they remind me that inner peace has always been my end goal and I am grateful for moments like this when I find it.

In my heart, a wild place in me whispers: I embody the Goddess. I embody sacredness. I am love. I am light. I am healing….I will carry this mantra with me today because they are came from a place of wisdom and must be the medicine that my soul needs right now.

Beneath me, the Earth is wet with dew and vibrant with Divine Feminine love. Nature is my path to many things – healing, a profound understanding of the world, peace – and of course my path to Goddess, especially Goddess, because the two are so deeply intertwined.

The more I draw aspects of the natural world into my life, the louder the voice of the feminine speaks. Most recently, I encountered an important lesson on honouring feminine wisdom through the pink roses that I’ve found great joy in surrounding myself with. I wrote about this experience in my latest article for Over the Moon Magazine. You can read it here if you’d like to: What Flowers Taught me about Burnout.

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May your day be filled with peace, love and light.

My Year of Answered Prayers

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The world was magic this morning. Although the sky was clear and blue when I woke up, the trees still glistened with diamonds, residue from yesterday’s rain. I lay in my bed for a while, just watching the quiet garden through the window. A cool breeze flowed in, making the sheer curtains dance to its slow soothing rhythm. In a time of drought and El Nino, I had to take some long deep moments to just savour this scene. I don’t know when it will come again.

I’ve been in a space of reflection, allowing and dreaming for the last couple of weeks. A bout of illness that kept in bed during the days building up to the New Year made sure that I stuck to my intention of a slow and centred start to 2016. The dormant phase was necessary because in it’s wake I’ve felt myself rising hopeful, focused and ready to move forward, and especially now with the new lunar cycle.

I searched long and hard for the words that will guide me through 2016 and the energy I want to draw to myself. In the end, it was “Answered Prayers” that settled into my chest and tugged at my heart strings. Last year, my words were “Wild Mother”, words that stimulated a profound shift in my life and that drew me out of my comfort zone in so many ways. I’ve been in awe at how some of the desires I’ve held for so long have manifested in the last year (I’ll explore this more in another post). I feel I owe these blessings to the powerful creative feminine force of the Wild Mother energy. But it also brought with it an emptiness and an acute awareness of the one missing thing in my life – the child I wish to carry, birth and mother.   

So, a few weeks back I found myself at risk of falling into the trap of counting the unfulfilled dreams and desires in my life. Infertility has a way of taking you to those places. I know it all too well. It’s a road that only leads to depression and feelings of being forsaken. It’s a path I’m not willing to walk because it will only advance a swift descend down an already sinking spiral.

That said, as I evaluated the space I was in and contemplated what I want to feel this year, I knew I needed something that would steer me away from the potential danger of being stuck in a place of lack. When I stumbled upon the words “Answered Prayers” they seemed to fit snugly into my emptiness. I saw the words in three different places in a space of a few hours – a sign speaking directly to my heart.

There are three things that made them feel right for me. In order for prayers to be answered, I need to pray. I need to be in communion with Spirit, with Goddess. I like that these words keep me centred in relationship with sacredness and remind me to make space for divine intervention to work magic in my life too. Secondly, I have to ask myself: What am I’m praying for? This question calls me to be intentional, specific and to offer prayers from an authentic place. It requires me to focus on what I want to manifest, feel and experience, not what I don’t want. Meditating on answered prayers also draws my attention to my blessings and what I am grateful for. Gratitude is a deeply healing tool as I’m sure you already know. It’s a touchstone I really need at the centre of my life right now. Starting January off working through Rhonda Byrnes, The Magic, is helping me do precisely that, to be immersed in the vibration of gratitude.

So this is my Year of Answered Prayers.

Do you choose words of focus or mantras for the year? What are your words?  

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