Sunday Poetry for Australia

Photo from Kenny Teo on Flickr

This beautiful paean of love and hope comes from David Whyte.  Although he has dedicated the poem to Australia for its current trauma, I feel that we can all draw a great deal of wisdom and comfort for our own lives as we moves through the days and in our yearning to make sense of it all.


The light has come to find you again, even on the far side
of the waking world, look inland and you catch the dark
interior core of what only looks like an empty centre,
look outward and you see the tidal run of ocean stretching
forever from the shore on which you stand, above all
and across both, newness and the unimaginably ancient,
singing together, and then everywhere, light painted on light,
in the sky, on the ground and in the faces of those looking
not at you but through you, to the beckoning horizon,
to the pale night of a southern sapphire sky, or even beneath you,
through the dust of the endless earth, to the dream-time
in the mind’s eye of what has happened and what is about
to happen, even in the crowded cities, even on the endless coast,
even in the beautiful interior desolations that never grew a single tree,
we feel it when we hear the growing whisper of rain feeding
the parched ground, or in the inward growth that makes
what has been hidden begin to show its face in the world,
the unspoken sense, not of being free now, but the anticipation
of being allowed into something deeper, further, beyond our living
in the everyday, into the beckoning endless land, into the blue-hilled
horizon, into the oceans mounting roar, an unspoken
and indescribable freedom just about to happen, reaching
for that fatal shore, […]

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By |2020-01-19T08:04:59-05:00January 19th, 2020|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday inspiration for difficult times under Saturn and Pluto

Today’s post comes on the day when Saturn and Pluto make their exact alignment in the sky.  So far it’s not as bad as I feared – the financial markets haven’t collapsed and it looks like war in the Middle East has been averted, for the time being.  Yes, the Monarchy in Britain is about to break apart along with Brexit, and many of my friends, clients and colleagues are experiencing difficulties in their lives, but somehow the world keeps turning.

Ronnie Grisham, editor of Dell Horoscope magazine which just ceased publication, posted this on Facebook and I wanted to share it with you today.

If you also feel as if a big chapter in your life has closed, know you’re not alone. We’re in this together, along with millions of others who have lost their footholds on old systems and structures they used to be able to count on as we negotiate the threshold of a stark new era.

This path is not for the faint of heart. If you haven’t collapsed, people around you have. The battlefield is strewn with fallen comrades, broken regimes, and deconstructed institutions. But there’s no turning back now. There’s nothing to turn back to. The gateway is here. This is sacred territory. We are doulas to our own deaths and midwives to our new selves; to our awakening. Gone are safety nets, floorboards under our feet, blindfolds to reality; fears surface, shadows are revealed, restrictions become unbearable—this is the breakout/breakthrough moment!

But real life is hard as the king planets Saturn and Pluto meet in super-conjunction under a Cancer Eclipse and trickster Uranus’ shockwave station. In these dark times there’s an inclination to lean into the world’s troubles, to crash against […]

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By |2020-01-12T09:12:44-05:00January 12th, 2020|Inspiration|5 Comments

Friday repost: The passage from past to future

photo by Roland Novitsky

Every Friday I dig into the archives for something interesting to share with you.  This post has been updated from an earlier article.

For many, the first day of a new year is a day like any other, and to think otherwise is just a trick of the calendar. But a magical life is filled with symbols and meaning, and the passage through the doorway into a new year can be filled with the magic of transformation.

The Romans celebrated the first day of the year as a festival to Janus, their god of gates, doors, beginnings and endings. They named the month of January after him, and portrayed him with two faces: one looking back and one looking forward. Janus presided over transition from past to future, the passage from childhood to adulthood and into old age. One of his faces was often portrayed clean-shaven with the other bearded.

Gates and doors are both portals from one experience to another. We enter through a gate and leave a part of ourselves behind; we enter the world of the unknown when we transition from one phase to another. Sometimes we seek change, sometimes we embrace it. Other times we fight it – holding on to the past for dear life. However we approach change it is, of course, inevitable. No matter how hard we wish for the day to remain, the night will come – followed by the next day of new beginnings.

I have spent a lifetime co-creating my own future, and helping others to improve their lives through a process of healing and creative visualization, a process I call Visioncrafting. Each goal that was achieved open a […]

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By |2020-01-03T12:13:03-05:00January 3rd, 2020|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday prayer to call forth the light

Photo by Martine Lambrechts


The dark shadow of space leans over us…
We are mindful that the darkness of greed, exploitation, and hatred
also lengthens its shadow over our small planet Earth.
As our ancestors feared death and evil and all the dark powers of winter,
we fear that the darkness of war, discrimination, and selfishness
may doom us and our planet to an eternal winter.

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on that sacred night,
hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.

In the heart of every person on this Earth
burns the spark of luminous goodness;
in no heart is there total darkness.
May we who have celebrated this winter solstice,
by our lives and service, by our prayers and love,
call forth from one another the light and the love
that is hidden in every heart.

Edward Hays

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By |2019-12-29T08:47:32-05:00December 29th, 2019|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday poetry for the Winter Solstice

Photo by Matt Champlin

Long dark mornings gradually awaken to frost covered landscapes
Green fields now hardened rock, trees with their cast iron fingers pointing
Accusingly at grey overcasts skies, clouds pregnant with water to fall as snow
Lights from house lined streets their a golden glow cascading before them.
A damp dark day filled with a monotonous languor that drags from morning to dusk.
The High Street fills with Christmas shoppers, Christmas lights garnishing a tree
Blinking red, gold, silver baubles, flickering lights beckon children pointing, tugging
At their mother’s hand.

Dusk filled streets with houses adorned with Christmas decorations on the outside
With brightly lit trees flashing their charm in front windows bordered with tinsel.
Gently falling snow crunches underfoot in the quite of a solstice evening, only the
Echo of carols sung outside nearby houses break the silence. The silence of the
Shortest night of the year where the earth takes its rest before it slowly, ponderously,
Starts to brighten our lives. This rest as the earth ends one year and before the start
Of fresh hopes for the coming new year. A new year of opportunity, of hope.
The winter solstice, a time to reflect on what was and what may be.

poem by David Wood

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By |2019-12-22T08:01:01-05:00December 22nd, 2019|Inspiration|6 Comments