Divine longing

I just had to share a beautiful prayer with you all. It took my breath away, as does everything that this wonderful woman writes. An ardent longing to know God, coupled with a Divine love deep enough to submerge body, mind and soul, are all summed up beautifully in a prayer by Cheryl Anne on her blog site, Saint Brigid’s Hearth. The prayer poem is called A humble Harvest. The imagery is exquisite, the love expressed within it so alluring. Here are a few lines to tempt your senses, but do check out the full prayer and the blogsite by clicking the links above:

"Let my life’s remaining days
Be a quiet harvest of praise"

Isn't that beautiful?

"Let me reach high
And dig deep
For the precious fruits
And roots of gratitude"

Amen to that!

I can truly say that I want my life’s remaining days to be a quiet harvest of praise. I affirm sincerely that I want to reach high and dig deep for the precious fruits and roots of gratitude – every day. My thanks go to the author as this prayer poem has reawakened my longing to be closer to God on Earth and beyond. Have a glorious week. Much love, Anita.🙏❤

Mr Benn

I was recently asked this question:  If you were trapped in a cartoon world from your childhood, which one would I choose and why?  Well, it’s got to be Mr Benn, my favourite children’s animated programme of the 1970s. 

Mr Benn was an ordinary English gentleman, dressed in pin-stripe suite and bowler hat.  He lived at No. 52 Festive Road.  However, Mr Benn had a very surprising ‘other life’ in which he would often visit the Costume Shop in his town.  There, he would try on a different costume each time before walking through the second door in the changing room, “the door that always led to adventures”.   As he did so, he became the person from the costume and would have an adventure.  So, for example, when he tried on the space suit, he became a spaceman; when he tried on the Safari costume, he became a big-game hunter on safari and so on.  I loved this as a child.  How rich is the world of our imagination!

And for the writer that I am now, I can see why it entranced me so much back then.  For isn’t this what we do when we write or read?  Each time we open the cover of a book, it is leading us on an adventure, isn’t it?  And with each page that we turn, we enter a different world, another life.  We can be the characters in the book and live through their experiences with them. There are plenty of episodes of Mr Benn on YouTube.  One of my favourite episodes is Mr Benn Spaceman.

The above forms part of my Interview with the Authors on the fabulous Camilla Down’s blog, MeetingtheAuthors. I’m sure she won’t mind if I publish this teaser in advance of the full interview! So, who would you be if you were trapped in a cartoon world, and why? It’s a very interesting and revealing question! Have a great week. Much love, Anita.

Misty mornings

I was trying to sleep one afternoon, but the beginning of this piece kept repeating itself in my mind, a sure sign that I should get up and write the words down lest I lose them as quickly as they had arrived. I am entranced by early morning, the quiet time just before all the chaotic ‘human’ action begins. Here are today’s musings:

    “The mist hangs low across the field this early morn: an ethereal backdrop to the grand play of life; a silken web of silence spun by Nature’s thread. All the supporting characters are already in place. The trees stand stock still, a verdant frame if you will to the enfolding picture, with their delicate branches trailing to touch those of their neighbors, as if wishing to hold hands. A couple of roe deer graze in their usual spot in the far corner of the field, ears, head and tail popping up at the slightest sound. And the birds—both garden and woodland―are rousing, taking their roll call, yet still too drowsy to venture out for food.

    There linger a few man-made traces in the pink-smeared sky – evidence of recent holidays abroad and business trips. Life in the fast lane. If only it were as easy for us to fly as it is for our avian friends! The swallows who dart and swoon so gracefully and in perfect unison, or the woodpecker with his comical bounce, seeming as if he will tumble out of the sky at any moment, or finally the great majestic buzzard who languidly circles in the blue. His eerie call echoes through the treetops, attracting families of crows to rise in ambush of this dangerous intruder.

    My neighbor, (some 20 years my senior and hardier than a lifelong North Sea fisherman) is walking his dogs. Rico, the soppy Rottweiler, who sits on your feet and leans into your legs for a cuddle, and little tiny Rosie, a fawn-colored terrier, barrel-round and waddling, with the cutest face to bring a smile to the gloomiest of hearts. I wave to them through the glass. “Well now,” I turn and say to my own two dogs, “let’s take our places girls. Today’s play has begun!”

    TODAY: Try not to let the drama of life’s ups and downs get to you. Just treat them like scenes in a play or movie. Keep yourself a little more detached from the action. This helps to balance your mood and steady your emotions, leading to a calmer, happier you! □

The above was an excerpt from my new book, Soul Murmurs, out July 26th.

Self-Realization of the awakened soul

What is self-realization?

Well, it’s many things to many people.  For some, it’s simply the fulfilment of our character, our dreams, our place in the world.  Often the first thing people ask us when we meet for the first time is, “And what do you do?”  We are identified with the position we hold in our community, aren’t we? 

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I remember with such clarity the time in my life when I had to retire on medical grounds.  Pretty soon thereafter, I was left feeling distraught and completely lacking in purpose. This was the exact opposite of self-realization as I envisaged it at the time.

For others, self-realization is a deeper knowing of our role in the universe, of being awake to and aware of all our infinite capabilities, inextricably linked to Source (God, the Creator).  We realize that we are not this body-mind; we simply inhabit it temporarily.  It took trauma and crisis in my life to open my eyes to this eternal truth, and I’m forever grateful for it!

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Read the full post on Bellesprit magazine, here.

Have a wonderful week. Much love, Anita. Send me your thoughts. I love to connect!! 😊❤

What if…?

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. 🙏😊