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Ravaged by Storms

June 10, 2016 lizaaitken

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place – Rumi

I believe in this quote from Rumi the 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic. I believe as it helps me face my challenges head on, it helps me survive obstacles that can sometimes feel insurmountable. I don’t welcome challenges but I accept them, I acknowledge them and let them sit with me until they pass through. Only then can I see and feel what they have left in their wake, only then can I begin to understand them and build from them. I think of myself as a tree ravaged by the winter storms, uncovered and naked only to be clothed again in spring as I begin again with the warmth of a new day.

Night Visits

June 8, 2016 lizaaitken

You watch me from the landscape at the end of the bed

With dots that gently glisten, I’m sure not in my head

I see you when I first wake and in the times between

Dots that seem to join you up, although your not quite seen.

I wish you’d form a little more so I can clearly see

Your face, your eyes and all of you watching over me

I know you come in love and light, that your intent is true

I only wish I was certain, that it is really you.

Three Day Quote Challenge – Day 1

June 2, 2016 lizaaitken

Day 1

I have been nominated by I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC https://bodyelectricweb.wordpress.com for the three day word challenge. Thank you, I love quotes!

My first quote is by Rumi

~ Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make sense any more ~

To me this means there is so much more to life than who or what is right or wrong. The universe is magnificent and too full to worry or fret about the small things that are of no consequence in the bigger picture.

Rules of this challenge are as follows:

Thank the person who nominated you.
Post a quote for three consecutive days.
Nominate three new bloggers each day.

Today I nominate

Stillness

June 1, 2016June 1, 2016 lizaaitken

My mother took my hand last night. She led me to a place of being, where I could just be still and rest in that stillness.

I could see her hand but no more, I followed because I could feel and I trusted in that. I understood her intent, although we did not speak. I knew there was no need for words.

I sat and just was. I didn’t think, I didn’t look around, I just was. I was everything there ever was and everything that will ever be.

I accepted and was and here today, I am.

Flowers on the Railway

May 25, 2016 lizaaitken

The flower on the side of the railway tracks looks out of place in this grey urban environment. But the flower, like many others like her along tracks, still reaches up daily in prayer to the sun.

She has hope for future generations, she is positive about the future for her kind. In the distance, if she stretches up above the grass she can see the downs, she knows that flowers just like her grow wildly there and flourish. She is at peace knowing that through pollination, her kind will also one day live in those hills.

In just a few weeks the bees and butterflies will be back and her prayers may come to fruition. Until then she will continue to allow the wind to sooth her and perhaps help a little along the way.

She continues to dream of a better future for her kind.

Graffiti Reading

May 25, 2016May 25, 2016 lizaaitken

I came across this piece of graffiti while walking in Brighton today and was quite taken with what it said to me. I took a photo of it and thought I would try a sort of psychic reading.

The art was half way up a staircase. The stairs are a thoroughfare from one road, up a hill to a parallel road above. You have to be local to know they are there, they are hidden from view. This suggested to me that the artist, was neither here or there, but on his way up.

I feel this was painted by a young man who is still discovering himself. The face he shows to the world different to the soul beneath, he wears a mask. He presents a tough exterior, doesn’t smile an awful lot, if at all to those who don’t know him. He is still finding himself, he is in the process of carving out his identity. I believe he is on his way up and getting closer to his destination. I think this is a self portrait, even if he was unaware of this at the time.

He wants us to think that he meets the world head on, he knows where he is going but I believe he is still tortured by the past. Torture might not be the right word here, but he shows a sadness, the sadness that comes from past experiences that leave scars on the soul. I get this from the eye on the left, right in the photo, that appears to be focussed on the past.

That he chose a secluded spot to display his art, made me feel he was waiting to be noticed and at the same time, desperately wants to be worthy of being noticed. He is not ready to show his true self yet, he doesn’t believe he will be accepted. But there is hope in the art work and I think hope for the future.

I believe he comes from love, there are people around him that love him although he might not be aware of this at the present time. I see two circles behind him in blue and green, signifying love and healing. I’m not sure he consciously painted them but to me they are his people.

I feel this young man is a thinker and communicator, he has the ability to communicate his understanding of the world but at present he is quiet. He has passion, this will develop as he begins to understand himself and his place in the world. Above all I see a gentleness that will grow and flourish.

This gives me hope.

Life Force

May 24, 2016 lizaaitken

I bounce in the street like sunshine,

I roll down your cheek like a tear,

I stir up the trees like a whirlwind,

Then I sweep back home like the sea.

I visit when your sad like a cloud,

I dance when you sing like a bird,

I follow as you walk like a raindrop,

Through life I’m constant, your very energy.

Soul of the Ocean.

May 23, 2016 lizaaitken

There are many boats on the ocean. Some of these are small boats, big enough for one fisherman and then there are the larger vessels, such as ocean liners carrying hundreds of passengers. All are at the control of the tides and the stars and the crossing is not guaranteed.

Some of these boats will last an age, they are the friends of the ocean, built well to work with the water and blow with the wind. The Ocean is in control and the vessels sail and reach their destination with its permission alone. There is not a boat that can control the water, the ocean is the constant thing, the boats come and go.

The ocean’s soul is made up of many who have crossed it. The souls that live in the ocean, those that work with the ocean or encounter it, add their experience to its great depth and vastness.

I think the ocean is a lot like life, we get through it with luck and permission, not by trying to control it.

Dreaming of the Light

May 23, 2016 lizaaitken

Dream

Is it dark in heaven, does anybody know? I can’t imagine it is ever dark up there, or wherever the there may be. I have read the stories of people who have travelled there and returned after being cast out to continue thier lives and you won’t find anyone who arrived in the dark. They, the returned, mostly talk of a bright light, a warmth and of being greated by those that went before them and stayed. You never hear of anyone who had to turn the light on when they arrived or needed a match.

I think that is why we might be a littled frightened of the dark, especially as children. Darkness is particular to our existence here, it is put here to show us the difference between heaven and earth. I think it is supposed to be unnerving until we realise there is really nothing to it, only what we create with our imaginations. I think of my childhood dreams, of being chased by monsters and such, who never really existed in the light of day.

On the other side, whatever or wherever it is, I have heard the colours are supposed to be so bright, like nothing we have ever seen. It all appears to be full of brightness and colour and there are not any dark corners, darkness does not exist, well not in anything I have read. And then I think of my dreams, I dream in colour, sometimes wonderful colours. I don’t remember ever dreaming of the dark, I wonder where I am going.

My dreams are created by me, by my subconscious to to give me a message, help me work something out or teach me something. I sometimes wonder if I’m travelling beyond this world in my dreams, I do think there is a connection here somewhere. I do have disturbing dreams, big empty rooms, I often miss aeroplanes and I have been naked but I think these are just things I’m working through.

I dream of people that have passed on and sometimes they feel so real, they hug me and I wake up crying. Other times they are just there in my dream and I think created by me as I am missing them and trying to find them. Because I have people that live there, I believe in another place even if it only accessible at the moment through my dreams.

I’m not afraid of the dark now because it’s just made up of fear and not knowing. I try look into the depth of it and try and find the light and colour there, because I know it is there, my people are there. If it is true that spirits or whatever you call them, are here but exist beyond our sight or understanding, then we should if we look really closely be able to find them in the light, right?

I’m gong to continue to search for the light in my dreams and while I’m awake, I want to understand it. Sometimes when awake I see little specks of colour, shiny dust I think of it as and it sprinkles around the room. At night I see the same little specks moving around in the dark. I do sometimes think I might be getting there speck by speck but for now it’s only a dream.

The Foundation

May 21, 2016 lizaaitken

Take a deep breath in and release. Watch closely as one by one, on each breath, the cares of the day are let go. Feel that moment of stillness, feel the silence around you and know you are at one with the universe.

Any thoughts that pop up for you, acknowledge and let them pass you by, watch as they dissolve into nothingness.

(Silence)

Now see a staircase in front of you, create the staircase. The steps can be made of whatever you wish, visualise it now. Know that there are ten steps and you are on the top step. Slowly now, step down.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four..

Five, you are half way now..

Six..

Seven..

Eight..

Nine..

Ten..

Now you step from the staircase you find yourself in a field, a summer meadow, full with colourful wild flowers. Look at the tiny heads blowing softly in the wind. What colour stands out for you?

On the other side of the field, there is a seat. You know what the seat looks like, it’s your seat. On the seat there is a brick. I want you to take a seat, lift the brick and put it onto your lap. I want you to look closely at your brick, what is it made of, it could be stone or maybe it’s a crystal, it’s your brick only you know.

This brick is your foundation stone, you are going to lay it, this is your foundation to your future. I’m going to leave you to this task but think carefully about where the stone should be laid, lay it and do it with ceremony. Leave a marker so that you can return again when you feel the need.

(Silence)

You have a few minutes now and then I want you to come back to your body. When your ready open your eyes, move your hands and feet and feel your connection to the earth.

Does anyone have anything they wish to share?