Dancer in the dark
In times of change it can feel like we are moving along corridors blacker than the darkest nights. Places and spaces where night blindness takes us to the depths of our primal fears. The colours so muted as the dank cloak heavily descends harbouring our ability to breathe. All movement is painful, constricted.
When the ‘hero’ falls from grace
How many times do you find yourself stuck for words? Feeling in awe of another? Surrendering to their ‘greater’ knowledge?
We all benefit from ‘teachers/mentors/guides/leaders/therapists/coaches’. We all learn from others. Each person, flower, dog can be our teacher if we permit. Yet, discernment and care is needed, lest we simply hand over responsibility for our lives to another.
Think you ‘can’t dance’?
Think you ‘can’t dance’?
Worried about what people will think of you?
That’s creative fuel! Use that ‘negative’ thought and give it shape. Invite the anxiety,
shame, and fear into the dance. And then ask those feelings what they are saying.
‘Hello my old friend. What do you want? How would you like to move?’
What does living your Truth look like?
Here in the UK, winter is setting in. It’s a time for withdrawing, and turning inward. And I’ve been reflecting on how I can listen more deeply to my own wise inner voice.
Let's talk Liminal
The liminal space. It’s a void, the place in-between. A place that’s resonant with possibility, a place connected to a vast consciousness that is ours and yet beyond ours. We enter its magic every time we cross a threshold in our lives.
That threshold may be mundane, like leaving the house to go to work. It may be huge upheaval – a divorce, bereavement, a birth. It is always a place of becoming.
There is no smoke without fire…
This old adage came to mind today as I was sitting prepping my meditation space and watching the smoke from sage and Palo Santo.
Working at the moment and over time many women I have the privilege to journey with and realise and release their suppressed emotions especially anger and grief. I know this isn’t a gender specific yet it is sad to say often a human function of fear.