Month: June 2016

Felicity’s Flowers

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Felicity was a simple woman, the simpleness of her manner, the simplicity of her dress and the ease of her movement told you so. Yet she had great clarity, she had an intuition that was beyond this world a clarity so powerful that she had no need to worry as others might, she just enjoyed the simplicity of life and waited.

Felicity knew where she was going and she knew why she was here and that was enough, that was all that she needed. She did what she wanted in life, she sold flowers and painted. She didn’t involve herself in elaborate bouquets for weddings and other such functions, just bunches of wild meadow flowers she grew in her garden and collected from the fields and hedgerows around the village. Her paintings of nature, flowers and sunsets were a reflection of her beautiful mind, Felicity dealt in beauty.

Felicity also made healing teas and creams, she studied the flowers and nettles and treated those who asked. Felicity wasn’t a sales woman, she never put out her wares, people just came when they heard about her. This was usually after seeing a painting hanging elsewhere, a floral display at an event or heard of a miraculous recovery.

Felicity never promoted herself but knew without doubt she would be okay, she would be looked after. When money was needed to pay a bill or mend the roof, so an order would come in or there would be a knock at the door. She didn’t have a computer or telephone, she hadn’t heard of social media or its purpose but life was okay. Felicity didn’t crave riches, she didn’t want to be cold and hungry but at the same time didn’t wish for anything beyond her simple means.

Felicity did not see beauty in material things, she didn’t need high fashion, state of the art gadgets or a bigger and smarter home. She didn’t see beauty in anything else apart from the world around her and because of this she was beautiful beyond wealth and status.

Felicity enjoyed listening to music, she loved the opera her favourite piece from La Wally, although she didn’t have anything but an old record player to listen to and this was enough. She found music in life, the sound of dawn breaking, the sound of the rain hitting the trees and the sound she found in stillness.

People felt very drawn to Felicity, they wanted to be in her company, listen to her and ask her opinions on their own lives. Felicity did not profess to know the future but she was always right. Felicity was a healer through her words as well as any potions, maybe more so. She instilled peace and contentment in others by helping them see their own lives through her eyes. The worried, worried less, the lonely felt comforted and thought about and the grieving felt closer to their loved ones sitting in her company.

Felicity knew and waited for life to unfold and everybody who knew her waited with her trusting in her beautiful soul.

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The Pen

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A simple fence to keep you out,

would be enough for me

To separate our wrong from right

and everything could be.

I’ll help you put it up one day,

when we have time to spare.

Then happiness will dance with me,

when you are over there.

Until that time, lets play a while,

so everyone can see.

That we are just magnificent,

in our pen of you and me.

 

Fenced In

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It is so easy to feel fenced in and trapped by our surroundings.  I like to think of a fence as a safety measure.  Not something to hold us back but a reminder, sort of pause, to help us think about where we are going and how to get there.

How often do you see flowers blooming over fences, poking through in all their glory to find the sun or blow in the breeze.  Fences are made for flowers, they help them climb, they hold them up and they support them.  I think that if we view fences or barriers in life this way we might recognise the way in which they might help out growth.

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Fences can be our allies, our crutches and our props.  They don’t always hold us back, sometimes they protect us from moving forward to quickly, from harm.

Pond of Life

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Swim out of your little pond ~ Rumi

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Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just float through life. Can you imagine if everything was clear, we knew where we were going, how to get there and what would happen next.

On the surface it seams simple, but there are always the things beneath and around us that pull us this way and that, the currents that knock us off course for a while. These can be our experiences, the ones that mould us, some forgotten or buried and some crashing around us at any moment.

We are deeper than we appear on the surface, with depths that can be murky. Sometimes we just have to wade through sludge to get to where we want to be and sometimes it’s just plain sailing.

The most important thing is we have inside of us, the ability and strength of spirit to make anything possible, we just have to keep afloat.

Bring the sky beneath your feet and listen to celestial music everywhere ~ Rumi

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My Prophecy

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Oh my friend, if you are longing to be written on, become a blank page ~ Rumi

I’m not sure if I am a prophet, probably not although I have always been very psychic.  I can tell what people are thinking when I’m in their company and know instantly what people think about me.  I’m very open so I think I scare people initially and they have difficulty trusting me, especially if they are closed themselves.

I’ve had dreams that have come true on occasion too, like the night my friends father died.  I didn’t know about this but in the middle of the night I dreamt that I was standing with her on the estate that we grew up on cuddling her as she broke down.  The next morning I telephoned mum who still lived on that estate fifty odd miles away and she had exactly the same dream!  It wasn’t long after I received a call to say my friends father had passed over and it wasn’t much longer before I was cuddling her for real.

Mum and I often linked into each other, for example knowing she was on the other end of the phone or one of us getting the urge to telephone the other when things were bad.  We were very close but we seemed to know what the other was thinking.  It’s funny but not strange that I still hear her talking to me now a year and a half after her death.

As a child I was probably far more psychic or weird, whichever way you look at it.  I had an invisible friend, I’ve written about her on here before and I used to tell the future without knowing what I was doing.  I fancied myself as a gipsy and read the tea leaves and cards as a very young child.  Then the kids on the estate thought it would be funny to put grass down my back whilst chanting ‘burn the witch’ and I stopped being different and conformed.  I was a sheep for quite a few years after that although always had a fascination with anything esoteric.

I’m weird again now, I’ve reached an age where I’m comfortable with myself and don’t care what people think (that’s a lie, I really want to be liked).   I collect crystals, read the cards, talk to the dead and delve into all sorts of weird and wonderful things.  I’ve had a past life regression and attended all sorts of healing and energy workshops.  There’s no stopping me now, I think there is far more to heaven and earth than we will ever understand.

I think we all have the potential to be psychic, to tune into other realms if only we stopped and listened.  How ever far fetched, weird or wonderful our instincts are, they are there to give us glimpses of possibilities and help us along the way.  Have you ever known that however bad something seemed at the time, it would work out.  I bet it did if it was meant to be and I bet it was beautiful.

I’m not sure if we should foretell the future, perhaps it’s best left to unfold as it should, but for this post and for fun here is my prophecy   and you can tell me if I’m a prophet or not!

Everything is going to be okay, you will get to where you are meant to be.  

The challenges that you face are your lessons and they have been waiting to greet you.  These challenges are part of your pathway in life and they will take you to the next level of your spiritual development.  Which ever path brought you to where you are now is the right path and the people you have met on the way, whatever your memories of them are the people that have helped you to recognise your true self, they were always meant to be.  Accept your life for all its ups and downs and know that it is precious as you are.

Life is eternal and so are you, so be your magnificent self and dance your way along the path.

We all see the same sun and moon, wherever we are, they connect us and we can never be alone when we look at them. 

The number twenty three is important, I don’t know why but I keep seeing it all the time, are you seeing it too?

The answer to your question is love…

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Me

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So you think you understand me,
and you know what makes me tick.

Well I’d say that you are very wrong,
with assumptions far too quick.

Yes, I am an inspiration,
while muddled and confused.

I really haven’t worked it out,
to say I have would be a ruse.

Understanding me, you see,
I’ve been trying for so long.

To think you have it sussed in days,
is clearly very wrong.

So put away the ideas you have,
and start again with me.

I’m deeper than you think you know,
and more than you can see.

Murky Waters

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I’m not sure about that voyage now, the pound has sunk too low

The vote has caused this drift you see, the treats might have to go

It’s really very frightening, tomorrow will be brand new

Batten down those hatches, we will have to see this through

We need to steer the ship of us, into waters that are unclear

Paddle carefully, take our time and put away our fear

 

Girona

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Girona city is one of my special places. Just up from Barcelona, a very special Catalan city. From the magnificent cathedral to the cobblestone streets. 



I love this part of Spain, it’s my spiritual home and luckily I have family here so I can visit as often as I like. 

I get off the plane at Girona airport and there is a smell that tells me I’m home. Somewhere between pig farms and the manure on the fields there is a smell that speaks to me.  It talks of family and food, sun and lazy walks in nature.  I can find a stillness here that is difficult to find anywhere else.

I’m presently in Spain for a family wedding so when the city prompt came up today I knew it called for my love affair with Girona, we were meant to be.

Response to the Daily Word Prompt – city

Daily Prompt – Open

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It isn’t any wonder, that I listen with contempt

I never really have much time for those who will pretend

I see right through the fairy tales, I know that they are lies

Just tell it straight, don’t hold it back, its fibs that I despise

How ever hard the words appear just say them as they are

Open, frank and honest please and we’ll go very far