Of Wild

You’re born of seed in deepest core
Of wild love
that bleeds your welcome across expectant skies.
You grow and twist into
The long wide shimmer of the land
That unfurls the shape of the bloom
Exploding nectar
While streams pour and splash.
Feel your living heart beat as it blushes over warm earth.
Crush your skin onto its womb
And know that you are here.
That you are of wild
Of a sacred kiss
With lips that mouth your name
Willing you to grow, arch and sprout your brilliance
That is the masterpiece of your life.
Run, dance, conjure magic till night takes you
Then settle with wildest essence
that smells of flowers’ deep throats where seed is born again.

Darene 

 

Camino notes, from the heart’s edge

I am home after my beyond-wildest-imaginings 799km, long walk through Spain on the El Camino de Santiago. Here, at home, the ocean air fills my lungs with tender, familiar welcome and I am wrapped in family warmth.

And I am still walking.

I dream at night I am on stretches of land that once held me. During the day memories ooze their sweetness at unexpected and random turns.

 

I have been broken open by the beauty of the road and the way things were, and there’s no putting me back the way I was. Will I always be that stepping soul-wanderer, seeking the sun and wind on my cheek? Others before me, tell me this is the shape of it.

 

 

I am now the pulse of the earth, and the rhythmic march of friends who’ve shown themselves. I dwell in that wild space that is me, them, and everyone and everything. My heart is softer, bigger. Open.

And so I stumbled on words from Caroline Myss to help me make sense of it all. It echoed the nature of the journey, the Camino, which ultimately is a metaphor for the journey through life.

She says: Choose to get up every day and bless your day. Base your gratitude just on the fact that you are alive. Hold this prayer in your heart. “This day in my life will never come again. I will never see the people I am looking at again. I will never see the sun rise again and see the sun set. I will never see the person I’m having breakfast with in the same way. Nothing in my life like this will ever come again. That choice alone should take out of your heart every bitter taste there is, that it should shape the life around you with such grace and such beauty that it should make you only want to see the present with great gratitude and love.”

What I experienced on the Camino is etched in my soul and wrapped around my heart, forever. It makes me who I am going forward.

The sun that rose and filled that sky each day. I will not forget. The song of steps, crunching stones. I will not forget. The land, the path of many, The Way. I will not forget. The simplicity. I will not forget. My friends and fellow travellers. I will miss their stories and the shape of their souls. I will not forget. The timelessness. I will not forget.

I graciously hold appreciation, love and the impossible joy of being. I cannot forget. I will not forget. And this is the gift.

For those of you that missed my daily updates on my grand Camino, you can find it all here: https://www.facebook.com/mywayonthecaminodesantiago/

Words at dawn

I wrote in the dark this morning. It was fitting for pure alchemy. Writing from that place where in the dawn’s whisperings the words wash up and settle where they land, like golden light. Real and raw.

The intimate session was led by the dreamy wordsmith of wild, wondrous writings, Author Victoria Erickson. “Just listen to your body, all the stories are there,” she said. She knew. She was right. And so I wrote…

 

 

There Was A Road

It took me in fire and rain and flow of lush wandering
Each step pinched my heart. Crushed bits
And filled my lungs with me.
Running wild with no way to feel the light but forward.
I shivered with the trees
Till the wind blew me kisses
My tears fell on tiny stones which crunched beneath my heavy boots
Leaving behind old shadows.

Blue

Bye to you my love and honey. Our blue skies, blue sea.
They float and bob with peace, frightened hush.
Clouds sweep, blues change
I’ll see you again.
I reach for you in days of void and hunger
Where colour lacks and water weeps
And all I feel is you, your touch
On every breeze
Inching me back to the burning welcome of you
Till we walk again in step
Under the soft blue sky, beside our blue sea
You and me.

There Was A Boy

There was a boy. Then there were two. And look again, three.
Three rounds of sweet pink cheeks
Bottoms to kiss
Bodies to squeeze and love like no other.
An over-edge endless depth, that covers
Young men
with prickly chins
and muscles honed.
My boys, my men that grow and reach
And stretch into the world that holds them now.
I watch, I smile, I surrender one, two then three, in trust
That you will love as strongly, as fiercely as me.
Their mother.

A Great Lesson In Manifesting

My sons and their friends have this fun thing going: wherever they go they encounter the number 41. It shows up on table numbers in restaurants, hotel room numbers, the battery life left on their phone. It’s a daily thing, that number in all combinations of those digits, everywhere. Even I excitedly notice it, everywhere. Funny how it’s easy to manifest this number now it’s imprinted and it feels so natural that it should show up.

In FasterEFT we learn that whatever you hold in your mind – the good, the bad and the ugly – shows up in your world. Mostly we are conducting sessions with clients who want to improve their lives in some way and it is amazing to notice how patterns repeat themselves and seeming self-sabotage occurs repeatedly. We even have a saying: “memories buried alive never die, they just show up in a different pair of shoes”. And so we set about transforming negative memories and belief systems. Our aim is a happy, peaceful client who wondrously produces new positive outcomes.

According to Harvard neuroscientist, Dr Rudolph Tanzi, everything we think changes the brain at a cellular level. Our interaction with the world and ourselves determines chemical and gene activity. “You can take the harness and determine where you want to ride and make sure it brings you the world you want to live in, or your could go along for the ride and hope for the best.”

He goes further to say the brain is doing you a service when it brings something sad along, for example. It’s there for you to learn from it, BUT DON’T IDENTIFY WITH IT. As soon as you identify with negative emotions you become them. You’re imprisoning yourself in that emotion. Later on you’ll be traumatised and you’ll have a limiting belief system. Something will happen and you’ll want to achieve something, but operating from the original memory and belief system you will think, “I can’t do it.”

Deepak Chopra, who co-authored Super Brain with Dr Tanzi, expresses the essential significance of the catch phrase “use your brain, don’t let your brain use you” by emphasising that the genes we express are the continuity of life and hold the past, present and future of this 4.5 billion-year-old planet. “(This fact) makes it so precious, that we should act in a way that’s loving and compassionate and joyful and peaceful, that nurtures our body physically, intellectually and spiritually, because those genes are eaves dropping”.

In this video clip, Deepak Chopra takes you down the rabbit hole of the brain and your life, and declares happiness to be the ultimate goal of life.

Enjoy!

When Less is More Than Enough

Is it just me? I’m noticing a slow-down and a trend towards the simple; an unstuffed life. People are choosing more stillness, minimalism and meaning in a world hinged on consumerism and increased productivity. There is a steady aversion to a life of frenzy and constant achievement with no soul. There is more discretion and contemplation when deciding what to take on and what to do with precious time.

A highly geared and active entrepreneur I follow, took time off out of the blue, unexpectedly announcing her decision to disappear from social media channels and enjoy the present moment. I’ve no doubt this gave her followers welcome permission to do the same. And so it goes – I notice people all around me opting for less mind clutter and stuff, and more experience. More time for plain enjoyment.

When I visited the traditional striving and goal-setting around New Year’s resolutions, I found Canadian author and inspirational speaker, Danielle La Porte’s refreshing advice to loosen your grip from “relentless pushing yourself to achieve goals” and let go of what has ceased to “serve our fullness” and do work that feels “clean and nourishing from a soul level”.

“What if, first, we got clear on how we actually wanted to feel in our life, and then we laid out our intentions? What if your most desired feelings consciously informed how you plan your day, your year, your career, your holidays — your life?”

 

Generation Y is particularly astute when it comes to leading a wholehearted existence and a managed working life. They are a bunch of wanderlusting, discerning warriors to learn from.

This week I watched the documentary, Minimalism, about living a more meaningful life with less.

Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus are The Minimalists. “Minimalists don’t focus on having less, less, less; rather, we focus on making room for more: more time, more passion, more experiences, more growth, more contribution, more contentment. More freedom. Clearing the clutter from life’s path helps us make that room. Minimalism is the thing that gets us past the things so we can make room for life’s important things—which actually aren’t things at all. For us, it all started with a lingering discontent. A few years ago, while approaching age 30, we had achieved everything that was supposed to make us happy: great six-figure jobs, luxury cars, oversized houses, and all the stuff to clutter every corner of our consumer-driven lifestyles. And yet with all that stuff, we weren’t satisfied with our lives. We weren’t happy. There was a gaping void, and working 70–80 hours a week just to buy more stuff didn’t fill the void: it only brought more debt, stress, anxiety, fear, loneliness, guilt, overwhelm, and depression.”

Minimalism: A Documentary (Official Trailer)

See the film: minimalismfilm.com/watchHow might your life be better with less? MINIMALISM: A DOCUMENTARY ABOUT THE IMPORTANT THINGS examines the many flavors of minimalism by taking the audience inside the lives of minimalists from all walks of life—families, entrepreneurs, architects, artists, journalists, scientists, and even a former Wall Street broker—all of whom are striving to live a meaningful life with less.After its successful theatrical run, MINIMALISM, the #1 indie documentary of 2016, is finally available online: minimalismfilm.com

Posted by The Minimalists on Friday, January 29, 2016

 

 

Love in 2017

This theme of love keeps showing up. It’s everywhere, and often in disguise. It makes me sigh and smile. Yeah, hello there again, you’re rather nice, thank you. But when it lands its light into a greyed-out hour, my soul bubbles with relief. There you are, what took so long?

Sometimes I pick at scabs of discomfort, like when will I get more proficient, more self-aware, be more in control, have more, be more? Then I’ll suddenly see the grace of someone before me and I’ll melt into that and feel life is enough and be reminded to love just what is; the people just standing in the sunlight, in love.

Sometimes I’ll step longingly into the beautiful to commune in its misty colours and I will lose myself easily in the rhapsody. Other times I’ll move carefully over jagged life-bits and feel it pierce, fierce and wicked till I find my way back to softness.

When my sister-in-law’s father died she told me: “All we have is love”. I couldn’t forget.

I discovered Wim Hof, The Iceman this week. He holds 20 world records, having achieved amazing physical and mental feats. Then there it was again. “Love is my mission,” says Wim, who first set out to find relief from grief. His wife died at a young age, leaving him to raise four children. “I want to bring back control. If you radiate good energy because you’re happy, healthy and strong, that’s love. I want to bring love back to the world.”

Then I read this little book last night about a plucky little magpie called Penguin, who saved a family. Angels come in all shapes and forms. Love hurts. Love heals, says Dad Cameron.

Be sure to look for love wherever you go in 2017.