Welcome to my blog, which contains my experiences of finding spiritual meaning and applying spirituality in my everyday and creative life, alongside professional healing and Tarot tips. I hope you find something to interest, encourage and inspire you here!
Washerwoman
It’s washing day and She’s switched to heavy soil cycle, Her determined arms pounding out the stains ingrained through centuries of careless wear. Muddied water churns relentlessly under her garment grip, The dirt-brown deluge spewing and spating over boulder-strewn banks While Her low lament lures the keen ear, Dripping with loss and neglect, sodden with desire. She bridges the deserted path along which We’re headed; there is no other route. Do we turn from Her toil with fear-filled hearts, Seeing only the Crone, hunched...
read moreWhat’s in a name?
People often comment on my name, usually asking where it comes from and wanting to know what it means. It’s become a good ice-breaker and conversation-starter when I meet new people, which is one aspect of its magic perhaps. Because names do possess magic and power, as every wise child will tell you. In many folklore, magical and mystical traditions there is the idea of a “true name” which somehow expresses and encapsulates the nature and being of a thing or person. So it is that throughout myths and faerie-tales we find...
read moreA most insidious form of fear
“A most insidious form of fear is that which masquerades as common sense or even wisdom, condemning as foolish, reckless, insignificant or futile the small, daily acts of courage which help to preserve man’s self-respect and inherent human dignity.” – Aung San Suu Kyi I’ve been noticing more than ever in recent days how much fear there seems to be circulating at this time, and how closely that fear is bound up in the extent to which we’ve handed over responsibility to external authorities. Even within...
read moreWhat you wish for; the power of intention
Be careful what you wish for! That’s the traditional message of the Nine of Cups in the Tarot deck, and it’s referring to the power of your thoughts and intentions; wherever you choose to focus your energy, there it will surely flow. At this time of year following the Autumn Equinox, when our natural wisdom calls us to slow down and turn within, I’m thinking of that adage with a wry smile. At the beginning of this year after having had the Christmas season to settle into a new home and find my feet, I voiced and wrote my...
read moreThe greatest of all human blessings
Maybe it’s because I encountered death early in life that it holds no fear for me. I was only nine or ten when my school friend died. Jane had a heart condition that meant she was physically weak and fragile, and most days she would have to stay in the classroom at playtimes. I would often choose to sit inside with her, keeping her company. I remember her pale and delicate heart-shaped face that always reminded me of a fawn; those huge eyes that suggested age and wisdom far beyond her years. When she died, I wrote a poem at school about...
read moreStrumble Head
We seem to drift out onto the water, Towed by our gaze to anchor on the thin horizon. Our stationary vessel nestled on the clifftop like some overgrown gull, A modern-day crowsnest for these land-locked sailors. Surrounded by a second sea of long-stemmed grasses that dip their heads in prayer, Bending their ears to the mild-mannered breeze. The ocean slate smooths out before us, Unscratched by the elements who aren’t scribing tonight. I sigh in the stillness, becalmed and content, and yet… And yet… Beyond the soothing...
read moreHoly communion
Soft spikes of pink yearning toward the sun. Floral spires raise my eyes and soul to Source, Their silent bells still sonorous and deep As the playful breeze turns campanologist. This is my church. I worship here and now at The high altar of nature, beneath a vaulted nave Of heavenly blue and angel-feathered sky. The fronding ferns pillow my knees, homier than any hassock As they bend and bow in mutual awe. The holy sea whispers prayers and scatters blessings Through foamy fingers and a generous wave. I am all of it at once, I am a tiny part...
read moreBeing authentic
The song “This is me” from the box-office smash “The Greatest Showman” has been adopted as a personal anthem by many in recent months. It speaks about being able to be yourself and proudly showing to the world the full reality of who you are. Authenticity is a hot topic, especially with so much duplicity being exposed in everything from politics, to finance, to the entertainment industry. There have been a few high profile suicides recently, which illustrate painfully the fact that what’s happening internally can...
read moreVulnerable
When we wore skins close to our skin, clothed in danger faced and overcome, When darkness meant crouching at cave-fire smoke screens from ravenous roars and biting cold, Did we bare souls to each other beside our visceral vulnerability? Were our hearts as wildly wide as uncertainty of being? Is it brick box borders and interminable light That have shaped us to shun the shaky and unsure? Is bulletproof a modern melody? Or did we praise impervious to spear and arrow even then? I wonder when we learned to hold our kind at bay as fiercely as our...
read moreA farewell to my father
It’s strange and wonderful the way the universe works; sometimes with a jet black comic sense that has me gasping. The ability to hold all things lightly and see the funny side is a definite divine quality, and a healing one, in my experience. So it was that just as I’d applied to be a volunteer healer at a local hospice, my own Dad began his outward journey from the physical plane. It’s as if it was necessary for me to undergo this deeply personal initiation before I could begin to walk alongside others through their...
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