Take Time

Taking time to sit a while,

to contemplate what’s real.

It does’t take an awful lot,

it’s only time that we steal.

Focus on an empty mind,

let thoughts just fall away.

Fall like petals on the wind,

as those branches sway.

To find a space of stillness,

so vast and full of peace.

Just focus on a quiet breath,

let any movement cease.

This time is of the essence,

as so crucial in our lives.

Taking time to just be you,

to rid our lives of strife.




Just Being

When you feel unconnected, out of sorts, confused and just not with it. Treat yourself to a little nothingness. Imagine yourself just being, become if you can, a flower opening.  Just be in this space for whatever time you have and enjoy those moments of opening, feel yourself expanding out into the world.  As you open each petal, know you have everything you need to move forward, connect and watch the confusion you felt just drop away. 

~ Liza






Becoming One

Meditate and become one with nature, bloom like a flower, spread out like a tree, want for nothing that is not already here.  You will then become at one with all things, the flowers, the trees, the skies and rivers.  Connected to this eternal life source you can experience the essence just being, travel anywhere and be part of everything.

~ Liza





Dreaming Lately?

It started in meditation, I saw a candle, a large red candle, and looked into the melted wax. I fell in and flew out of the wax as a giant bird and travelled the universe faster than any bird could fly.

I was energy, I was the universe, I was everything I could see. Colours were vibrant yet it was before dawn, purples, reds, oranges mixed together as if paint had been smudged on a canvas, the colours were not paint though, they were out of this world.

I lost contact with my physical self, I knew my feet were not on the ground any longer. I was part of everything that is, I was all of us and yet none of us.

Later that night when I went to bed I found it hard to sleep, I was wide awake and full of energy. I wondered if it was because I’d meditated for so long, resting my body and therefore disturbing my sleep. I did sleep eventually and had the weirdest of dreams, I dreamt about a huge bright green insect that lived in an open cage by my bed. I think it had got out, of an open cage I know, but it decided to take a walk. It was biting me,well irritating me, trying to wake me up although I was awake in my dream. I wasn’t too keen on the insect, kept my distance, but at the same time saved it when it was close to being squashed.

I woke up to a deep and primitive animal noise behind me, same as last week, you might of read my wolf poem, but this time I knew without looking it was a big cat, a wild cat. I didn’t look because I knew it wasn’t there. At the same time as this, as I opened my eyes I saw a purple light, about five or six foot, I knew it was a being. It disappeared as I focused but I did see it again later. I really think I was awake, I know there are those that might argue.

I had some words in my head, I wrote them as a life lesson earlier today as to me this is what they felt like. I sat up in the middle of the night and wrote them down.

I went back to sleep and dreamt of death and beginnings, a lot of feminine imagery too. There was more but it does not feel right writing it down, confusing family stuff.

So many people are telling me about weird dreams, it’s as if there is an opening, teachings through dreams maybe. I’m excited and writing them down. I’m telling my friends to also, I want to see if there is anything that runs through all of our dreams. Please do let me know if any of you are having the same mad dreams.

I have to write them down, for one thing it’s what writers do and another, I think I will remember if I don’t write them, but then try and recollect them and they are gone.

Daily Prompt – Gone

Self Examination

Self examination is to look into ourselves deeply, in truth and without ego. This can be beneficial to our development and growth if it is done in honesty.  It is essential that we consider all aspects of the self, the areas we have excelled in and those we continue to struggle with.  To relentlessly focus only at the areas in which we have failed or need improvement does not do justice to the whole self.  Recognise those things that come naturally, such as empathy and love and consider how you will do better in those areas in which you struggle.  When we grow from soil that is nourished and fed we grow beautifully.

~ Liza 








Life Stories

Our own life stories can open us up and heal us, they open the gateways to our souls and ultimately help us discover the real self within.  Have you ever tried telling the story of your life to yourself, imagine you have no recollection of events or any previous knowledge.  How would you explain the more difficult bits, those muddled bits, so that you can fully understand yourself.

We talk to ourselves all the time, what should we have for dinner, where shall we take the dog and all sorts of useless nonsense but very rarely do we ask ourselves who we are and where we have come from.  Our own stories are the recipes for what makes us whole, the ingredients that go into pot that make us who we are.   It’s not all sugar, we know there’s a little bitterness in there too, we have to uncover it all to understand.

My story is long, there are many episodes, it cannot be played out in one session.  I might start at any part, it does not have to run in sequence, just as long as I learn from it when I’ve played it through.  I want to be able to understand my own story because that is what makes me who I am, what is the point in our lives if we don’t gain something from them.  Some of my issues, for want of a better word, have changed as I’ve been able to see events for what they actually were and therefore change my response.  I’ve always been the abandoned child, from looking back over my life I can now see why I went onto marry a man just like my father, that he also abandoned me isn’t any great surprise and when I look at it now, the kindest thing he could have done for me.  Some things I have have come to  realise have been false memories, a lot in fact as when we can’t make sense of something we create it, going back over these memories I have been able to watch from a different perspective.

Have you ever read something you just have to keep on reading again, a poem or the chapter in a book, well I think in a way, that’s what our life should be like, we need to be able to go back and ensure we have fully understood the manuscript, make sure we got the right message.  Do we really understand our own life stories as well as we understand our favourite piece of literature or film, it’s a shame but most of us don’t because other  peoples stories are sometimes easier than our own to digest.

I like to find a space, when I say space I mean somewhere safe and quiet and sit with my memories, meditate maybe and walk through the story.  Sometimes I imagine myself as an actor, studying a scene, I might give myself marks out of ten.  I come back with a better understanding of myself now, I think it’s good to review our own behaviour, how else will we change if it is necessary.

What if I told you it was possible to go forward too, watch your future self, see your best possible self, learn from them and bring ideas back to this moment.  Would you give it a go?