Spiritual readings, healing and teaching for soulful living
In a blog post last month I talked about not ever allowing ourselves to grow past the labels we can stick on ourselves at an early age. The other aspect of this personal boxing in is the fatal mistake of comparing yourself to others, and this was really brought home to me at the weekend.
I volunteered to take part in a joint venture between two theatre companies: one the Willow Globe community company to which I belong and the other The Wet Mariners,
A beautiful shaman friend directed me to this book by Brian Bates, and hot on the heels after visiting many sacred sites of the UK it seemed entirely appropriate timing to dive into another aspect of my spiritual and cultural heritage.
It’s an unusual book in that although it reads as a richly written novel, it’s based on the mystical teachings, remedies and rituals documented in a thousand year old historical text known as The Lacnunga Manuscript, held in the British library. The author himself describes his book as “psychological archeology” which alone is intriguing enough to compel me to read it! If you like that summary as much as I do then I know you’ll love the novel.
After noticing how the testing energies of the last month have affected people, me included at times, I was in the mood to write a really light-hearted and positive mood-engendering article!
I confess I’m not usually a fan of the “10 things….” style blog posts but I’ve finally caved in for the sake of some fun. So here it is, short and simple. My guide to essential and life-enhancing self-talk that deflects all the questions and thoughts that can drag you down during a normal day:
If you’ve been following my Facebook page you’ll know that recently my life has been dominated by something rather different from my usual activity – painting and decorating (and even assembling furniture). All my life I have thought of myself as not capable in that way, and so have avoided doing it where possible.
Faced with a deadline and the excellent motivation of wanting to sell our house, I threw myself into the manual work with total abandon and dedication. And what do you know? I found that not only was I rather good at it (my “cutting in” where two colours met and my edges received praise from a professional no less!) but I also really enjoyed it.
When I moved back into my house I tried to tidy up the scrapes on the walls of my healing room with tester pots, but ended up having to repaint everything. This poem was inspired by that experience.