Yesterday, I was contemplating death, as one does, and the various understandings I have about the continuation of life and reincarnation. This led me to ponder those knowings in themselves. I went to a place where I put them to question.
My blessing for us, those here and those not here, is that we tend our inner flame, and that in keeping our torches bright we shine a light that illuminates our way, and uplifts and upholds others when they may lose hope.
Suddenly, the myriad self-help, save-the-world, political, inspirational, motivational and personal development, social media postings seem like noise; static to a calm, presiding centre that is present, alive, timeless and… enough.
Patterns woven around and through relationships have been revealed and where necessary, released. I was able to see clearly their origin points and understand how they wove me in this life, how they were weaving me still. Understanding the pattern, the weave was dismantled and the energy diminished and vanquished.
t’s that time of year now when life takes on a whole new dimension. Dare I say it, but Christmas is five weeks away. Edinburgh Christmas Markets opened today, just in time for our first minus degree weather. Looks like we’ll be heading for a white Christmas, which, when you are brought up in Australia, is a wonderful treat – a fantasy longed for at the height of an Aussie summer.
Over the past few days, I have heard a number of folk share issues related to their relationships. Each story has had its varying qualities and characteristics and intricacies of relationship issues or considerations. While these have differed, a common theme has been one of communication – limited communication, miscommunication, absent communication, fear of communication, cross-communication, conflict in communication…
At age sixteen death became known to me. My best friend’s father died suddenly, and then one evening, after reading a poem to my mother and grandmother about my friend’s experience, I saw my grandma crying. Later, my mum explained that grandma’s last living brother had died in Scotland, and grandma had just received the news.
What I've noticed over time, and recently in the healing space is that there can be a dissonance between energetic change and habit or life change. In the healing energies when the vibration is altered due to the clearing of wounds, pain or trauma, or patterns are released, our energy field vibrates at a higher frequency.
A sanctuary in the inner sanctum sense is more than simply a place of refuge. It is a precious space to be in your being. It is a place, sacred, offering uninterrupted time for peace, contemplation, prayer, meditation, reflection or just to be.
Tonight, it is the light that moves me. Hours earlier I was sitting in my meditation chair looking across the room at the light emanating from my chest of draws. A lovely blue cloth adorns the wood. Atop the chest sits two pieces of amethyst, a small gift of a blue glass bowl, whittled wooden wands, my grandmother’s porcelain dish that holds stones precious to me, my mother’s crystal ball, and a delightful wooden box with trinkets of gold.