Alive in the World I want to live in the world, not inside my head I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted With the hopeful and the willing With the open and the strong With the voices in the darkness Fashioning daylight out […]
Posts Tagged With ‘healing’
If you feel hatred, feel the anger that powers it. If you feel anger, feel the fear that motivates it. If you feel fear, feel the pain that underlies it. If you feel pain, heal the part of you that feels it. Pain is the crucible in which all […]
When our heart is broken Or our soul walled off First a smile Then a laugh These are the steps Through which we rediscover The step that is love The healing step The step which walks through walls First a smile Then a laugh These steps are the […]
A gallery of images to illustrate a couplet from the poem, The wisdom of loving brilliance: When your brilliance blinds those in darkness, Do not dim the light to protect their eyes.
During an energy healing session with my chiropractor, the feeling of being bound arose: physically, emotionally and spiritually. From that session arose this poem.
This poem began with just the first line and the idea that being a spiritual being comes down to ‘bridging the gaps’ between body, mind and soul. As three became one, One grew into a paean to the ongoing global spiritual awakening.
I posted this song on our Facebook page where it received a few comments. One of them, “the lyrics do lend themselves to that “shiver down your spine” feeling…none of us want to be there.” No, none of us do want to be in a relationship that’s broken, filled with […]
Bif Naked came into my life in an odd way, the leading edge of a wave of the odd, the uncanny, the revelatory. This song has a lot of meaning for me, coming as it did amidst upheaval, chaos and — ultimately — awakening. And she came right into the […]
I watched the film adaptation of Anne Michaels’ novel, Fugitive Pieces today. One of the most achingly beautiful love scenes I’ve ever seen is followed, closely, by Michaela picking up Jakob’s journal, holding it, looking at it, quizzically, curiously. she seems to be asking of it, “what else might you […]