A farewell to my father

Posted on Apr 26, 2018 in Healing, Spiritual living

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 experience.

Grandmother Bird

Posted on Mar 27, 2018 in Poetry

Bird goddess by Susan Seddon Boulet

We share a common ancestor
You and I
And I wonder if that’s why
My shoulders shrug in memory
Of their once light burden,
My dream-self fit to fly.
Isis on her feathered throne
Unfolded to the wind and sky
To mourn her loss
And fan Beloved life aglow.
You fix me with your lively eye,
Head a tilted query,
And I taste your sharp instinct.
Do we down the earthbound in you?

I-Sight: part two

Posted on Mar 21, 2018 in Spiritual living

Maenad and thyrsus

I’d like to share another instalment of the I-Sight adventure, so if you haven’t already read that initial article then you might want to click the link to catch up. Recently, a small forest has appeared to replace the blindfold of hair that masked my seer’s eyes.

As always with my visions, I’ve been moved to research the symbolism of this link between trees and the third eye.

Light language

Posted on Feb 20, 2018 in Poetry

You ask what I do and I struggle to structure a sentence

That condemns me to a single cell existence.

Those stakes lie smashed and splintered behind me

And I move through a land of disclosure.

Hard nouns and verbs won’t grasp the sum of anyone,

I-sight

Posted on Jan 26, 2018 in Spiritual living

In meditation recently I’ve been visited by the image of a woman looking off to the side, with her long hair blowing across her eyes so that she almost appears blindfolded by it. I had the definite sense of her being an Oracle or Wise One, and that there was meaningful symbolism in her physical eyes being covered. She set me off on an exploration of the link between spiritual or otherworldly knowledge and blindness or lack of physical sight.

There are many references in world mythology to those who have no physical sight but who are blessed with the ability to “see” into the cosmic multidimensional realms; as if the loss of the former enhances the latter.