The Cycles of Nature – Returning to My Clairsentience

Due to family circumstances, I have had some tough times learning to find my place in the world. However, I have always felt safe in the world of nature, outside, with animals. 

One of my earliest memories is at age six or seven sitting in a meadow in the sunshine, surrounded by Welsh mountains, observing a brown and white cow chewing her cud, feeling very much part of a living, changing scene (though nothing much was happening) as if I, a little child, was somehow essential to the beauty of it; as if my being there provided a focus and a reason – was important, an energy essential to the scene. When I think of that moment, I feel happy and free, secure that I was (am) very much in the world and of it. I feel whole. I see it and experience it like it was yesterday, in vibrant colour, feeling the warmth of the air around me. Continue reading “The Cycles of Nature – Returning to My Clairsentience”

Not Much Happening Today…

Like so many of us, I have lived my life in the constant busy-ness of getting things done, doing stuff, ticking off ‘to do’ lists, a life of constant, relentless, often exhausting, driving motion and activity.

At the moment I am taking a rest after a year of my body telling me I am in this same old driving force I have lived in for over seventy years. Now it is for me to really take notice and sort myself out, and so I am taking space and time to listen to my body. Continue reading “Not Much Happening Today…”

Returning to Wonderment – A Practical Return

When I was a child my parents had a beach house in a quiet area outside the city. My sisters and I used to complain about having to spend our holidays and most weekends away from our friends. Though we would occasionally bring friends to stay, it was like we were missing out on growing up in a society with all its enticements – shopping centre hangouts and the like. There was also another part of me that was relieved that I had the space to be in wonder with the world a little longer than many of my peers.

My sisters and I used to sleep in the backyard under the stars in summer. I would wake up halfway through the night and lay there in awe – magnetised to a sky filled with billions of stars. It was so dark, we could see everything – so many stars that to this day I’ve not found a place quite the same. I remember shooting stars every second and feeling like the sky was so close, as if it was moving closer towards me the longer I looked at it – now I understand this to mean that the seemingly close proximity was a reflection of feeling the universe inside me. I’d lay there for hours just staring at the grandness and majesty of it all. It was like my eyes got wider and my heart expanded up and out to meet it all. Pure connection with a divine aspect of me that is still palpable as I write about it. Nonetheless, it was a connection I decided to completely sully on the basis that no one and nothing was meeting me with the same grandness and majesty that the stars did. Continue reading “Returning to Wonderment – A Practical Return”

Sea Shells and the Winds of Change

New Year visitors to the coast were noticeably absent from the streets – possibly melting in a corner somewhere, or indoors making use of the air conditioning systems. The red and yellow surf life-saving club flags were indicating no lifeguards on duty. The beaches were closed. The days before this one had been blisteringly hot with high oven-heat temperature and winds increasing – at times gusting to almost cyclonic conditions – blowing all that was not tied down across the streets and along the nearby foreshore. The tropical low system came in from the north, impacting much in its path. Continue reading “Sea Shells and the Winds of Change”

There Must be a Full Moon Out There

Every month the moon silently but magnificently orbits planet earth. The reflection of light from the sun gets brighter and fuller each day as the moon begins to once again light up the night sky. Alongside the beauty and magic of the full moon there are also all sorts of phenomena, stories, news reports and incidents that associate the full moon with strange and even crazy human behaviour. Continue reading “There Must be a Full Moon Out There”

Our Delicateness

There is power in delicateness, and we feel this when we are moved by the beauty of a flower.

The beauty of a flower lies in its delicateness. The tender petals, often tissue thin, the tiny stamen, and the arrangement of the petals that seem to barely hold together. Continue reading “Our Delicateness”