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.🙏
The horses in the field were having their usual mid-morning snooze, seeking shade from the unusually hot temperatures we are experiencing this week. Cars sped by on their usual morning school run. Some suddenly slowed to a crawl, their occupants’ necks craned out towards this lovely spectacle, children gesticulating excitedly in the back seats. I could almost hear them shrieking, “Mummy, slow down. Horses! Look, horses, mummy. Slow down.” Continue reading
To celebrate Mother’s Day this Sunday in the UK (11th March), here is my poem about the ultimate icon of motherhood. You may call her Divine Mother, Goddess energy, Mother Mary, Earth Spirit and so on. To all the mothers out there (fur kids are included!), let’s celebrate the wonderful job we do in caring for our children; to all the children out there, do not forget to be thankful and spare a thought for those children in the world who are enduring terrible circumstances at the moment (bombings in Syria, terrorist atrocities all over the world, hunger, abuse of any kind). Be grateful for each and every blessing we have in our lives and be kind to each other. Amen. With much love, Anita.❤ 🙏
She moves in tune
With the wind
Unseen by human eyes.
Her delicate veil
An endless trail
Of fairy-soft steps
Encircling the Earth.
Her breath is an Angel’s kiss
Light as the morning mist
Caressing the skyline.
Her dance a melodic harmony
Of light and form.
Earth Spirit rejoices
In this glorious morn.
She is maiden and mother
Sister and friend
Belonging to no-one and all.
Taste her in the air
See her in the forest
Flitting to and fro.
Hear her song
In the waterfall at dusk
Large and small
Congress to heed her call.
Earth Spirit breathes calm
Earth Spirit breathes calm
On us all.
She breathes for us all.
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)
What do you think happens next??
What a lovely review of my book from the fabulous https://beinglydia.com. Why not check out her blogsite. It’s so uplifting!
“Acts Of Kindness from Your Armchair” (RAOK) by Anita Neilson is a very easy read. At the same time, it is full of practical and easy ways to show kindness to yourself and those around you.
Anita is writing for those of us who, like herself, are mostly housebound due to chronic illness. How can you feel kindness toward yourself when you are isolated and not feeling well? How can you reap the benefit of helping others to feel better about yourself if you aren’t able to get out amongst other people? This book shows you how through suggestions and practical applications.
Part one is dedicated to learning to be kind to yourself. Anita talks about …….”
Click on the link below to read the full review. Thank you Lydia!