What if our four-year old self knew what was ahead of us! Would we still make the same choices, do the same things? Or would knowledge of what was to come dampen our enthusiasm for being a daredevil, or indeed encourage us to jump outside the box from time to time and do crazy things? Continue reading →
What do female voices from around the globe think is the meaning of the Divine Goddess/Feminine? To find out, I recommend this wonderful book, Goddess: when she rules (Golden Dragonfly Press). Profits from the sale of the book will go to charities which promote education for women. I wrote the essay below as a contribution to the Goddess book. The editor, Catherine Schweig, also hosts a great blog site for those interested in spiritual poetry: Women’s Spiritual Poetry. Click on the image to read the article which was published in Mystic Living Today e-zine. It’s a bit longer than my usual posts, so you’ll need a cup of tea or coffee and a biscuit. Enjoy! Much love, Anita.🙏
Divine Goddess: Healing our planet through compassion.
I wrote this post last year around this time when I was watching the French Open Tennis championship at Roland Garros in Paris. I was enthralled by the levels of determination, fearlessness and resilience shown by the players as they battled for supremacy on the tennis court. I saw clear links with how we might nourish these spiritual qualities in our daily life. The article, entitled Jeu Decisif, has been posted on Watkins MindBodySpirit magazine online today. Click on the photo below to read on. Have a great day! Anita.
Take a few minutes, sit comfortably with a warm cuppa to hand, and lose yourself in this short story. Estimated reading time: 3 minutes!
Thick snow crunched underfoot as Jim quickened his pace through the forest towards the clearing ahead. His eyes winced against the glaring sun piercing a sky of cobalt blue. Cheeks flared red with the intense cold which clung like a second skin. This was the coldest winter for a long time, he thought as he gave an involuntary shiver, wrapping both arms around his chilled body. He knew he was close though. He remembered she’d told him, “A couple of hundred yards or so after the clearing. For heaven’s sake, go there, and find yourself.” “It’ll clear your head,” she’d reminded him, “help you make sense of things again”. If only it were that easy, he muttered under his breath through cold-numbed lips, shoving both hands deep into the pockets of his all-weather jacket. She’d bought him it for his 50th birthday last year to encourage him to do more walking! Well, he’d been walking for just over an hour now.
He had to admit she had a point though. He had been feeling pretty lost these past few months. Blowing out his frustration with puffs of icy breath, he heard the buzzard’s eerie call as it soared overhead as if pointing him in the right direction. Carving his way through the trees, he knocked off excess snow from his boots each time he stepped over a fallen log or leapt across a small stream which seemed to emerge from nowhere. He couldn’t put a finger on what was behind this lost feeling he’d been experiencing. His job was fine. His relationship with his wife was fine. The kids were doing fine at university. Everything was fine. “Was that it?” he thought, “Was he expecting more than fine? And what was so wrong with that anyway?”
Finally, it came into view. The ‘bothy’ or wooden cabin, nestled in the valley between two sides of an ancient ice-hewn fracture in the landscape. A few tentative smoke whirls rose from its little chimney sitting atop a roof of grey slate tiles. The walls were thick stone with one small window to the front to keep in as much heat as possible. In summer, it would have looked impossibly pretty, he thought as he ventured nearer.
The smoke he’d seen signalled that it was occupied. Jim swore inwardly to himself. He’d wanted to be alone there. “Wasn’t that the point?” he assumed. “Didn’t you have to be alone to find yourself?” His legs made to turn back, but his mind said, “Just go in and say hello and then you can leave”. It wouldn’t do to be rude………………(to be continued)
I am so delighted that my most recent article has been published on the fabulous Edge Magazine. Click the link below to take you directly to the article on their site. Hope you enjoy it (estimated reading time 3 mins). Have a great day. Anita.