not doing anything

3920818927_db4411b148_mnot doing anything
but fully being
all of me I’m open
to letting healing wash within

and as it washes in
it washes out
a tide of healing
ripples from my
heart its circumference
expanding
even though it loses
tangibility
there is enough
within this wave
to reach across
the world

and as it moves
it slips within
the heart of one I truly love
and two I’ve yet to meet
and five I’ve often met
and billions who are filled
with the same longing
(though they might not know it yet)

and as these hours
of being present
to the pain
of past mistakes
or not mistakes
but what was then allowed to happen
in order that I feel the pain
that prompts my heart
to open
and send these
ripples round the world

pass

we change

Clare Coburn

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do I really have to change?

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Change is what we’re here for. Transformation. Development. Our souls always sending out some desire for something new which leads us towards change if we let it. Or we bump into unexpected circumstances that require us to become more truly ourselves by leaving behind what’s old. Continue reading “do I really have to change?”

transformation

How do I transform feelings of anger, from politics, social justice, the place of the modern homemaker, employment inequality; how do I transform these feelings into something tangible and adequate to make change even within my own self, home, community? 

Homemaker in the hills

More than ever before we are aware of what is going on in the world, Homemaker in the hills. Continue reading “transformation”

meeting trust

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”

the birth of hope

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a candle waiting to be lit…

Hope wanted to be born. She wasn’t sure yet if she was a thing or a being, and in the state she was in—not yet manifest as she was—well it didn’t really matter. All she knew was that she was needed urgently on earth. Very urgently. Strange things had been happening. Peculiar people had been chosen to be leaders. Fear was stalking the land, sending out messages in 140 characters until its mistruths took root in people’s hearts. Continue reading “the birth of hope”