Being thankful is a major way to show love and kindness to ourselves. By positively changing the way we view and react to people and events, we tap into our inner core of compassion. A few years ago, I was given a book on gratitude by a friend. It immediately made me realise how negatively I had viewed the world around me up until that point. I had been so self-centred, trying to control every aspect of my life, with any deviations from this plan resulting in “chaos” as I saw it. I took Continue reading
This poem first appeared in Fibromyalgia Magazine in August 2016. If you’re in pain today, whether that be physical, mental, emotional or spiritual, try a distraction technique until the worst of it passes…………….
“Embrace sorrowful thoughts for they
sweep the house of your heart clean,
scatter the withered leaves and pull out
the twisted roots, preparing the ground
for the new shoots of joy.” Rumi.
Rumi was a 13thC Persian poet and theologian. He was a weaver to trade, and his words weave the Divine into our hearts. Put simply, the message of this extract from one of his poems (Rumi’s Little Book of Life, Hampton Roads Publishing) is that we cannot really appreciate the ‘good’ things in life without having experienced some of the ‘bad’. I’ve had many times in my life when I’ve felt completely unable to cope through the bad times. It’s often only with hindsight that we can see the benefits which they bring.
To give you an example, I had a teaching job many years ago where I was very unhappy. I hated the school: I found the pupils rude and uncontrollable; my boss was hyper-critical and all this eroded my confidence, which spiralled me down into depression. The effort it took to get out of bed in the morning and put myself through another day was immense. I was a mass of anxiety. I would cry every day driving home after school had finished. My husband wanted to go to the Head Teacher and complain. He wanted to take away my pain, but he couldn’t. So I put in my time, I applied for other jobs, I wrote down three things each day which had been positive. Three months later I had a job at a promoted level in a new school in which I felt completely comfortable. I appreciated being there so much, and I know if I hadn’t experienced the former I probably wouldn’t had felt such appreciation.
So, today, just today, meet life’s challenges head on, because they’re given to you for a reason. And remember – you’re always stronger than you think. Much love x
I wanted to share this poem by Wendy Stern from her posthumous collection, Kshanti Poems, courtesy of www.PoetrySpace.co.uk
Trapped on the inside
Life came to me today,…
Through my window,
All feathers and passion,
With more colour, intensity, swiftness and determination
Than perhaps I’ve ever known before.
It perched, finally,
Trapped on the inside for once,
And it looked at me.
I spoke to it, calming it,
And then I set it free.
Life came to me today,
Trapped on the inside for once.
I set it free…
The view from my window is constantly changing but always entrancing. We have all the seasons in Scotland (sometimes in the one day!) and each brings with it a transformative beauty. I’d like to share with you the view from my home on a sunny day.
The tree in the centre of the picture houses a pair of woodpeckers who come to the feeder in our garden to collect peanuts. The blue skies above are peppered with swallows, starlings, and bats in the evening. I know I am so blessed to live in such a natural, healing environment. Many a day has been spent watching the clouds go by, seeing the birds soaring and wishing I could fly with them! Nature heals our heart and nurtures our soul. It gives and gives, not expecting anything in return. I want to be like that! Nature lifts any low moods I have and reminds me to focus on the positives and how wonderful this world is. Here’s the poem. I hope you enjoy it! Much love x
A Sunny Day in the North!
What a beautiful, sunny day!
A cosmic blessing on the rainy north.
The air seems to sigh and the spaces
Between branches shimmer.
And so the contraction in my body eases and melts
With the warming caress of the sun’s rays.
The daffodils nod and bounce
An outward show of their inner dance of joy.
They peer round to observe this object of beauty in the sky
Which beams its benevolent smile on us all.
This growing joy within me awakens the Inner Child
That wants to run and skip, make daisy chains
Lying in a field of tall grass, watching shapes in the clouds
As they meander, unhurried, like my past.
“Have patience,” I tell myself, “for the sun’s time is limited
And the chill yet prevails.”
But summer is knocking on the creaking wood
Around the door,
Whispering promises of lazy days and warm bones ahead.