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?”
DH Lawrence reminds us that
‘a strange grey distance separates our pale minds still
from the pulsing continent of the heart of man.’
We can take up the task of bridging this distance through engaging with our inner lives in creative ways. Continue reading “the mystery of the heart”
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”
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”
These three areas fascinate me. How do I resist moving into blame and shame when something goes a bit pear-shaped?
What’s wrong with the shape of pears anyway?
How do I notice when I’m tempted to blame somebody, something or even myself, ‘How dare he/she/they/I???’ Continue reading “blame, shame and forgiveness”
I can know all the words,
the particular jargon,
dialect, the lingua franca,
but if I have not love,
my words clang and
clatter, Continue reading “if I have (not) love”
Today, I avoided an attack of the ‘shoulds’ and followed my own heart on a long wintry walk along the Dandenong Creek which fortuitously involved cheesecake. As there was no one about, I could happily chat to myself about new projects, practice an upcoming talk, as well as delight in harriers and kestrels, scarlet robins and blue wrens, white faced herons and egrets. Continue reading “the tyranny of ‘shoulds’”