You are all invited: A.R.K

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The Random Acts of Kindness Barnstar may be awarded to those that show a pattern of going the extra mile to be nice, without being asked. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Now I don’t normally do this kind of thing, and it’s not the sort of thing all of you are going to want to join in, BUT this time, I’m prepared to do this because I think it’s just such an awesome thing to do, and I want to spread the word and make this as big as possible! Hence why I am blogging it.

What am I talking about? Well if you haven’t clicked on the link above yet, it’s a ‘Pay it forward’ thing. 14th february – Act of Random Kindness.

Do something nice for a stranger: “make a token gesture of love and leave it somewhere for a stranger to find with a note asking to pay the love forward.”

And why not? We spend so much time complaining, groaning, and saying no-one ever does anything nice for us… why not reverse that process?? Imagine making someone smile for a change! Maybe this ‘token gesture’ will be enough to lift someone’s day, to change their bad mood or the bad day they might be having. Imagine if this was done for you… how nice would it feel?

So I am going to do this – do something nice for someone, for a change. And hope that it spreads positive ripples!

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Random Acts of Kindness Ribbon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So…. anyone with me?? 🙂

Blessings be

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The Gift of Silence

Silence

Silence

I have been struggling recently with my words. I have wanted to blog, and have had plenty of thoughts, images, and abstract ideas – but nothing definite and everything elusive. Why? I thought to myself. When there is plenty whirling around my head, why am I having trouble putting it into a cohesive idea; story; poem?
And just the other day, I realised what it was:

Yes – Silence.
I – my mind – wants silence. It doesn’t want to create right now: I have spent a lot of time writing, creating and crafting ideas and poems.
I have also spent a lot of time reading – I am deep into the final Joran/Sanderson ‘Wheel of Time’ book, and am relishing every page, every word – and yet, this is more words I am absorbing.
And, of course, I have a 4 year old daughter who LOVES to talk – so I am spending my words with her.
It seems that something inside me has decided that I have used up all of my words and right now, it wants…. Silence.

Silence is precious. We rarely use it. Background television; radio; on our phones, talking or texting; talking in company, socialising or at work… we surround ourselves with people and technology, words words words.
When do we stop? When do we delight in that time of just be-ing? Not thinking, not struggling with words, not composing – in writing or talking, but just…
Silence. Pure silence. It is amazing what Silence can do for you:

She sits, like a close friend long absent, nestling comfortably close, not speaking (of course), just being, with you. You are comfortable in Her company; you realise words are not needed. You do not need to do anything. You can relax fully totally, just be in the moment…

And a wonderful thing happens: positivity; contentedness; thoughts that had been hard to obtain become clear; problems turn into solutions.
In the company of Silence, you find… Yourself. You had lost yourself, in the hustle and bustle of everyday, in pleasing others, in being diplomatic, in being strong, in being a ‘label’, the Inside You was dissolving…
And your good friend Silence brings You back. You are fully yourself again. And, hopefully, a happy you.
Without words, Silence has done what only a best friend can. She has restored you. And, Her job completed, gently She departs, knowing She will be back with you again… sooner or later… when you remember what a good friend She is.
So here is my offering to you today, dear readers and, dare I say, friends. Not words. Not cleverness or crafting. I offer you all that I can, and I hope it is enough. I offer you:


Blessings be

  • Picture: ‘Silence’ card from the Osho Zen Tarot.

A Meditation Lesson

Spirit MeditatingClose your eyes and close them again
There at your centre Be – remain
Until you are past your Heart and your breath
Past even your Soul centred at rest
You are you in blackness and in light
A consciousness only shining bright
Hovering in a Space of No-thingness
Flooding your Spirit with tempered Bliss
Feel the connection to all that lives and see
All that has been and all that shall be
See the Earth, so tiny a home
In the myriad Galaxies your Being will roam
Understand then how small we are
Our lives are short compared to star
So what need then for tension, anger, strife?
This pale blue dot our shared home and shared life
Bring yourself back, slowly retreat
Come into yourself grounding through your feet
Breathe in breathe out and open your eyes
Your meditation lesson gives a surprise-
For you see the world newly made
Your senses heightened as the Vision fades
Body Mind and Soul aligned perfectly
You are at peace; in absolute harmony.

There are three themes here and I feel some acknowledgements are due. Meditation, Spirituality, Connection to all living things – including the Universe – is a big part of my life and I felt that a poem about ‘A Perfect Vision’ and feeling after meditation was something that I needed to write. There are two nods included in this poem to people who have inspired and influenced me, and their thoughts helped to shape this poem. The most obvious, of course, is Carl Sagan, ‘Pale Blue Dot‘. if you don’t know about this, I strongly recommend you look at the links below. His words, his thoughts, are powerful; amazing; humbling. The second – and will only be known to Pratchett fans – is in the first line and is from ‘Wee Free Men‘. A fantasy book? Spirtual? No not really – but there are some paragraphs in it that are spiritually inclined, and so powerful when you read them. Reading about Tiffany finding her power, connecting to the land, sent a shiver down my spine. I won’t say anymore – if you want to know, read the book!

So there we go. I couldn’t publish this poem without acknowledging the people and their thoughts who inspired and influenced its creation.

Blessings be.

The Labels of Me

A mother; a girlfriend; a house-cleaner; an employee;
So many labels but which is really me?
I am all these but so much more-
There is a ‘Me’ that gets swept under the floor.
So much to do and so little time
I need a space that is just Mine-
To be free of the labels and be just Me;
That person known only as ‘Heidi’.
So many interests to delve and explore
To read, write, blog and yes, more-
To meditate, reiki heal and trance-sojourn
Too many topics to try and learn!
Times marches on and I find myself caught
In daily routine and snapping retorts
How do I escape this on-going trap?
The Tower! A change! Thunderclap!
Let go, give in, will to surrender
The Universe makes space for me to render
Myself whole, not a divided me:
But each and every ‘label’ integrated-
Heidi, completely.

Carry On Blogging

Wow. I was absolutely amazed at the response to my last blog, ‘The Blogger’s Prayer’. It seemed such a simple thing to write – and got the best response since I began this blog 3 months ago. I guess it struck a chord!
And it made me smile – YOU made me smile, with all the ‘likes’, ‘reblogs’ ‘shares’ comments and so forth. It’s the simple things that make us smile, isn’t it? Such a simple thing, yet I was stupidly excited about this response. Why?

When I started this blog I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. I was, and still am, a techno-phobe. I shout at the computer. I stare in bewilderment at ‘apps’. I panic when I don’t understand technology. But blogging has become a very definite part of my everyday life. Sharing my writing, being encouraged by the responses and, more than that, sharing the lives of others. Connecting with people from far and wide, of all ages, races and religions. I am amazed by the sheer diversity of discussions, topics, creative writings and humour. I am,in short, addicted. I don’t want to miss what anyone has to say.

So, to go back to my question – why?! – it’s because I hadn’t expected to become so enticed by this. I hadn’t expected it to become so much a part of my life. I have done more creative writing since starting this blog than I had done in months. It’s encouraged and inspired me in releasing my creative self even more – and part of that is seeing all the excellent creative writers who are out there. The power of the blog is… well, it’s powerful! It connects us; inspires; teaches; makes us think. I am in awe of this wonderful communicative technology that we are blessed with.
Yet, where do I get the time?? It seems to take a lot of time to keep up with all these posts, to find time to write my own stuff – posting is the easy part! It’s the creating the post and reading everyone else’s that takes the time! And being a mother, a worker (boo!) and a person of varied interests, I’m finding it hard to spend the time I want on the blogosphere. How do you do it? How do you keep up with everything? I could spend all day blogging around and it probably wouldn’t be enough!

So, in conclusion, I would just like to say:
I am sorry if I miss some of your posts. I am sorry if you don’t see me for a time. It doesn’t mean I don’t care, or that I don’t like your post – it just means that I haven’t had time to catch up with everything and everyone. I try to make sure I manage to look at each of the people I follow regularly, but I am sorry if I don’t manage it. And if I just ‘like’ and don’t comment, the ‘like’ is to show you that I have visited and- yes-that I appreciate your post, but I just may not have the time to keep commenting!

Thank you. To each and every one of you. Thank you for reading and liking and commenting and following me. Thank you for the inspiring posts. Thank you for your encouragement. Thank you for sharing your humour, your writing, your lives.
But seriously, how DO you keep up with all the blogging?!

Blessings be.

The Blogger’s Prayer

Computer-GuruOur Bloggers who art on WordPress
Hallowed be thy sites
Thy Followers come
Thy posts be done
As in ‘draft’
So it is in ‘published’
Give us this day our daily post
And forgive us our non-posting days
As we forgive those who do not daily post for us
And lead us not into blogging errors
But deliver us from blog-mundanity
For thine is the post-kingdom, and the word-power, and the ‘Liked’-glory
For ever and ever
‘Comment’.

Love Beyond Karma

Is there such a thing as Karma-less deeds?
Is Love beyond Karma, released of all needs?
Is Love the purest form in the universe, existent?
Is Love Karma-proofed; Karma-resistant?

I thought of Love as an earth-bound emotion:
Love of friends, family and possessions
Love as in passion, as in devotion
Until conversations with Spiritual lessons.

The pure form of Love is in a Bodhisattva
One who has attained transcendent Nirvana
One who loves pure and shall escape Samsara
One who flies free of cyclical Karma.

I heard the Truth you so simply spoke
Its Reality struck at my Spiritual core:
“Love is beyond Karma” – my heart awoke
Now True Love may fly and my Soul may soar.

 

“Love plus meditation is compassion” – Buddha
Osho Zen Tarot, card vi ‘The Lovers’.

Bookshelves Part II

As my bookshelf seemed to impress you guys, and generated a few comments, I thought it was about time I showed you the rest of ‘Me’. I know, I know, I’ve taken my time about it! Well I hope you think it’s worth the wait. (For those of you wondering what I’m on about, see https://writeonheidi.wordpress.com/2013/01/03/how-can-you-know-me/)

So here’s my other bookshelf:

P1150161And below these:

P1150163Yes, I LOVE my books! AND… the latest shiniest, brand new addition:

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Now I don’t know if any of you are Fantasy fans, but for me this book is IT: The King of Kings: the most exciting thing since… well, since I started the series! The first book was released in 1992. I started reading them in 1996 – yes, just over 13 years for ONE series. The Wheel of Time, written by the Unsurpassed Robert Jordan, continued after his death in 2007 by Brandon Sanderson, is the most comprehensive Fantasy world ever. This book is the culmination of one man’s life’s work, and it is, sadly and excitingly the end of an era. Reading it will be bittersweet; finally, the end of all that I have been waiting for since first picking the series up at the sweet tender age of 16. These characters have been with me longer than a lot of my friends! I will be sad when I finish it, for that will be it, the absolute end… the beginning of the end, and the end of an era.

But that’s the great thing about books, isn’t it? They will always be there, to be lovingly picked off the shelf, dusted off, carefully opened, and take your mind and heart into their pages, transporting you to another place and time on an amazing journey of discovery.

So there you go. That’s Me. I hope you enjoyed the journey. Now I just have to go and find a rather large space for my shiny new book…

Story (Untitled)

At first he thought it was the sound of his heart beating that he could hear. Rousing a little, he realised that no, the sound was somewhat wetter than a heartbeat should be. So not his heart – a tide then, pulsing, pulsing against the shore.
Gently, he waved a hand. A minimalist action, the barest exertion of energy expended. His fingers told him grainy; rough; sandy. Sand. So he was on a beach. Slowly, cautiously, Ramok opened an eye. A blazingly blue sky greeted him, the sun shining high overhead. The tide was still booming gently somewhere nearby.
With a quiet groan Ramok attempted movement, each action slow, conserved, necessary: rolling from his back on to his side, folding his legs up, moving his arm across his body onto the sand, he hefted his body upright. Finally he was standing, facing the vast expanse of the sea. Bare feet splayed in the sand, he mentally checked on his condition. Apart from a feeling of incredible tiredness, he seemed to be unharmed. No injuries, no aches, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing, except-
As Ramok’s consciousness fully awakened, he realised what had been troubling him: he had no memory of this place. He had no recollection of how he had come to be here. No inkling as to why he had been lying unconscious on the sand, or why he had expected injury upon waking.
Ramok turned his gaze upon himself. His muscled torso glistened in the sun. His legs had a hint of redness to them, indicating that he must have lain there on the sand for a while, but not too long, else his chest would be red too. He turned his attention to his arms, bringing each one up, level with his face, for meticulous examination. Each was completely bare, naked. Nothing there but his own skin. Next, his hands scoured his thick, brown hair and roamed across his face. A face that women smiled at. A face that smiled at women – yet it was not smiling now. As with his torso, legs, arms, it was bare. No adornments. Nothing on him that he had not been born with. Except for a black silken loincloth.
Thoughtfully, Ramok dropped his arms to his sides again and stood staring out at the gently rolling sea. Nothing else was in view north, east or south. No coastline. No island. Not even a vessel.
No memory. Endless sea. And a black loincloth.
“Ah crap,” he said.

 

The Epiphany

This poem is a true story. This was the first powerful and truly meaningful experience that I had in my life – and this is the first time I have set it down in any form of writing. Are you ready? Then I’ll begin…

“Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name…”
A child’s words spoken every night
Not in faith but out of fright:
Fear for the Soul in the depth of sleep-
“I pray the Lord my Soul to keep.”

I was twelve, or perhaps thirteen
When I went through My Epiphany:
Alone in my room, restless, feeling strange
I sat cross-legged on the floor when I felt The Change-
It began in my head-I heard a new voice
“Hello child, Time to make your Choice.”

Who are you? I asked with fear,
A smile replied “your Soul knows me well my dear.
I am that for which you have long sought,
You are a Witch yet to be taught.
I am the wind; the rain; the tides;
I am the moon; the earth and all that abides.”

Yes! I whispered, my heart beating fast,
Yes I know you, I have found you at last!
You are all I have been searching for-
Everything I have dreamed of in my Soul’s core.
And you would deny me? Another voice boomed
A masculine shadow suddenly loomed.

It was He, who had been so long gone
For the first time in years I heard His baritone:
Are you not Mine, you who nightly pray?
Have I not kept all evils at bay?
God, my child-hood faith, always there-
When did I last hear You? When did I last truly care?

My heart was beating somewhere out of time
As God and Goddess battled-Mine! She is mine!
Their powers unchecked raged intensely
As the Masculine and Feminine warred within, through me
And I the centre of the Storm:
Stillness, breathless, just a simple pawn.

I waited to see which Deity would win
Waiting to feel crushed without and within
It felt like days they unendingly battled
My senses strained, shaken, rattled
When finally, finally the tirade came to an end
My head was empty and I was myself again

I had survived a powerful force, a Reckoning
My heart was beating, my breath a-gasping
Yet a whisper called, faint but firm-
Make your choice now-there can be only One!
I realised then the choice had always been mine
And I had chosen – The Triple Goddess Divine.

A release from that old non-faith rhetoric
That I had followed unquestioningly was now historic
I said my goodbye to God and part of me died
Embracing the Goddess I was reborn, a re-awakening inside.
Pagan: a label for what in my being I had always known-
I am the Maid, the Mother, the Crone.

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