The shadow of fear
“If light is love, then fear is its shadow” – L.J. Vanier
When did we become so fixed and inflexible? Why is it so difficult, as a quick glance at social media will tell you, to listen with an open mind to views that are different to our own, or to accept that other people may not respond to a particular situation in exactly the same way we do? The truth is you’ll never agree with anyone 100% of the time because you’re unique, a one-off. And thank Source for that, because it makes for a beautiful, exciting, and evolving world.
A bird’s eye view
I’ve always loved birds, and we have several feeding stations in the garden so we can enjoy their presence at fairly close quarters while knowing that we’re helping to keep the ample population fed and watered. During this lockdown, however, my relationship with them has developed and deepened.
The weather has been so gorgeous that most days I can sit outside for my meditation, and this means the birds have become much more used to my presence. They will fly so tight to me now that more than once I’ve felt a wing brush my hair or face, and I frequently hear a trilling melody so close I know the singer must be perched very nearby.
Enchanted; a poem
A potent perfume nuzzles at the fringes of my focus,
Tugging my gaze toward the trees; distracted,
I disentangle from fluttering green and amber luminescence to jar against the harsh screen glare.
A tender scented tendril curls over my mouth, caught open in a sigh,
Diving into the deep world
I’ve been studying the four branches of the Mabinogi and other ancient Welsh texts in recent months, delving into the mythology to mine the nuggets of wisdom that, potentially, have been passed down from our ancestors for many thousands of years. Who knows? Maybe longer, as we update our understanding of human history regularly with every new archaeological discovery.
The more I learn of Celtic culture the more I resonate with it and feel that its stories reach even further back into time.
Lockdown liberation
I keep finding myself pondering that what we’re now calling lockdown would once have been normal life. My life is completed centred around my own home, most days leaving its sphere only once and within walking distance for an hour or so, travelling as infrequently as possible to stock up on essential supplies that are not available from my immediate environment.
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