This wee poem came to me last night as I lay in bed. The first for ages! I am feeling so inspired and creative at the moment, so I will take full advantage while it strikes. Click on the image of Paris below to access the poem and do let me know what you think! Much love, Anita. 🙏😊
Well, we are being blessed in Scotland with summer heat for a few days and it made me think back on childhood summers which seemed to go on FOREVER. School had finished and now it was time to explore the natural world around us and play games with our friends.
We loved to make daisy chain necklaces, play “Six white horses in a stable, pick one out and call it Mabel” with two balls up against a wall- if anyone remembers this please let me know as I have forgotten the rest- or hopscotch on the pavement outside. Then of course we had farmland and meadows to run through, and two seaside beaches to visit only after the heat of the day had burnt away. My goodness, how blessed and lucky were we to grow up in such an environment. And didn’t I take it for granted!
"Summer heat rising:
of movement and sound
a symphonic concerto
playing in my mind."
So what does my idealised home town look like now? Here are a few images. I no longer live there but it still stirs the emotions when I see photos or visit:
Have a great day everyone whatever you are doing. Much love, Anita.😏🌻
Pure white sands and turquoise blue waters
frame the Sentinels’ view
tall and strong they stand
these robust endeavours of the faithful.
A harsh land this where no tree
survives, peat bogs their only terrain.
The Stones have seen lives born
and torn apart by strife
lovers entwined in their shadows
widows mourning in sorrow.
The blueprint of the past lies
embedded in their skin
an energetic imprint for future kin.
They feel cold to the touch, like ice
but a fiery heart lies within
a gift from the ancestors
our eternal protectors
sheltering us from the wild Atlantic winds.
This poem was inspired by the Prehistoric Standing Stones at Callanish on the Isle of Lewis (Scotland), shown above. For me, they symbolise the steadfastness and resilience of those who laboured to erect them. This Midsummer they remind us to stand firm to our beliefs, show resilience and keep on keeping on.
I want to share with you some exciting news! My third book, Soul Murmurs, will be published July 26th, 2019. Can’t wait to read it? Here’s a sneak preview…..! Have a great week, Anita.🤩
Seasonal words of spiritual wisdom to enlighten the soul
You know those moments when the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect? A little warning perhaps that all is not right. Those are soul murmurs. And those instances of inner stillness, in an almost breathless state of being, when you feel tingles all over—a wonderful confirmation from your intuition? Those are soul murmurs. And those days when despair and unrest do battle with your psyche, leaving you feeling unable to cope? But then the telephone rings or a social media post pings, with just the right message to guide you through the day! Those are also soul murmurs.
Soul murmurs are nudges from the Divine; messages from Source; intuitive wisdom, all sent to us innumerable times each day. What we need to do is learn to listen out for, and be aware of, these messages. When we do begin to notice them, it brings a sense of peace, calm and joy to our daily lives. We smile inwardly in private recognition and gratitude for this Divine assistance. To the awakened soul, aware of being tied to this heavy, physical body, it is a delight and a comfort to know that we are never alone through all the challenges of life on earth; that help from Spirit is always on hand; and that we are eternally connected to Source (whatever name we may give It—God, the Divine, Allah, Krishna, Christ, Universal Consciousness, and so on).
My awakening was a gradual affair, albeit abruptly begun a decade ago through ill health. I believe this is quite a common occurrence, ie that we awaken as a result of a challenging time of extreme crisis in life. There are frequent accounts of people who, for example, have had near-death experiences and then awaken. Reborn. Twice! Once, in the physical body, and twice in the realization that they will never be the same again, blessed as they are thereafter with the knowledge of the soul’s true identity and purpose on earth: Self-realization, to find our way back to God. I awakened through ill-health. At first, I perceived this as an extreme time of physical and emotional trauma. Now, with the grace of hindsight, I can see it as the most wonderful spiritual gift, imbuing me with compassion and understanding for others, two spiritual qualities which I sorely lacked in my previous ‘life’ pre-awakening.
Self-realization is a wonderful journey, and as I walk further along this path full of twists and turns, pitfalls and detours, I know that it leads my soul on a gradual return home. I especially cherish having a stronger connection to the Universal source of knowledge and intuition. This poured forth the inspiration for the poems, prose, short story, autobiographical vignettes and affirmations in my new book, Soul Murmurs: Seasonal words of spiritual wisdom to enlighten the soul. I love its peaceful wisdom and keep it beside my bed. I can do this with no trace of ego, since the inspiration for it was gifted to me in those moments of inner stillness, during meditation, during peaceful walks in nature and so on. I see it as a loving joint venture between the little soul (ego) and the true Soul (connected to Source). I have structured the book under seasonal headings to echo the eternal cycle of life and my own spiritual journey. Why not take some time each day to read a page or two? Let its quiet wisdom sit with you as you go about your day and allow your heart and mind to process what it means for and to you.
Read the full article published in Best Self Magazine!
‘Once upon a time’ in a children’s magazine of years gone by, lived a town mouse and her cousin, the country mouse. The magazine often featured their adventures arising chiefly from their different cultures and views on the world. I was reminded of this dichotomy (my big word for the day! I’m going to use it all day!) recently during our week’s holiday at the seaside, when I discovered something interesting about myself. Continue reading