In my occasional series of ‘word pilgrim’ explorations, a small group gathers to ponder their lives through the power of words. The truthfulness and imaginative simplicity of what emerges in these classes is always a pleasure and touches on the sacred. Continue reading “serendipity”
A friend of mine and fellow writer told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’ When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead. Continue reading “clearing soul congestion”
Returning from a conference on the theme of ‘life and living’ at Tocal Agricultural College in the Hunter Valley, I feel broadened and deepened by the wisdom of Craig Holdrege of the Nature Institute, of Helmy Abouleish, the leader of Egyptian community Sekem, and of Gunther Hauk of Spikenard Farm. This came after four days in Melbourne at the moral technologies conference basking in the teaching of Orland Bishop* of Shadetree Multicultural Centre. Continue reading “become”
One of the exercises that I find most useful in my own life and offer to others who are experiencing emotional stuckness, is to imagine an encounter with a feeling. It may be one that’s bothering us, like grief or frustration, or perhaps it’s one that we’re seeking to encourage; one that doesn’t come so easily to us. The task is to picture the emotion as a character and interact with it. Continue reading “meeting trust”
Often when we become aware of some part of ourselves that is stuck, we want to fix or change it STRAIGHT away! ‘OK,’ we say to ourselves when we’ve caught ourselves involved in a soul pattern we don’t like, ‘I’m NEVER going to do that again.’ We just want to be well rid of our habit of self-sabotage, our lack of trust in ourselves, our tendency towards criticising others, or whatever unhelpful habit our soul slips into. Continue reading “reactivity and creativity”
The wolf nibbled at the bone—there was nothing nourishing on it, nothing at all, yet she was desperate. All around her, the ice had not yet thawed and the wind blew chill. This cold—surely it must come to an end and warmth arrive? Warmth that would make life easier again. Life and food, healing, recovery—she longed for it. Continue reading “the wolf”