Healing Dream

I was feeling tired yesterday afternoon so sloped off to bed for a kip.

I had a dream where I was in a room looking at others in a bigger room for a festive occasion. For some reason, I felt that I would be alone in my life and was quite resigned to it. I entered the bigger room and a younger man there started dancing with me, but then queried me about my health history. I talked at length to him and he told me I was lucky as he was a master healer and usually charged £400 per session. As he said this, he put his arms around me, held me in a wonderful embrace, I fell into a deep sleep feeling safe and protected, and woke feeling as if a whole heap of crap from my past had melted away.

This is pretty self-explanatory and one of the reasons that I’ve posted it is because it had such an emotional effect on me. I have lots of dreams, often don’t remember them, but when I do and they leave an emotional residue, then I know I need to note that dream down and work with it.

It’s also been my experience that if you don’t write a meaningful dream down you’ll likely forget it. And when you do return to dreams over time, it’s surprising how you forget them and the impact they had.

With this dream I can remember clearly the loving, healing, supportive energies I received and I keep hugging myself at the memory!

 

The Rise of Goodness

I created this image to celebrate all those who are standing up for decency and condemning the fascists in the US and their endorsement by the despicable, utterly corrupt Donald Trump.

The events since last weekend have indeed been awful but from bad has come good – so many people have been galvanised to stand up, organise and resist the neo-fascists, while Trump has cooked his goose well and truly with his disgusting endorsement of white supremacy.

So the image above has certain symbology: below are the waters of emotional turmoil but also emotional support for each other. Above are the stars which shower us with grace, love, compassion and optimism. Running through the centre is a river of light, illuminating hope and right action against the forces of evil.

And central is an image of Ganesh, the Indian god. I had intended to use a photo I’d taken in Australia of a spider and its web, to represent Spider Woman spinning a new society. But then I came across the image of Ganesh and it was so apt I decided on that instead.

Ganesh is the destroyer of vanity, selfishness and pride. He is the remover of obstacles and also the symbol of abundance but right abundance – sourced from love and compassion and not profane worship of money. Interestingly, he also places obstacles in the path of those who need to be checked. I thought this was most appropriate in current circumstances.

 

 

Song of the Heart

Last week we had our apartment cleaned professionally by the Merit Hotel management due to the high amounts of dust and sand flooding our apartment from the construction site they’ve started right next door to where we live. We were unable to keep up with the dust levels – as fast as we dusted, the sand would blow in and land on all the surfaces in our kitchen, living room, bedroom and my study. In the end we complained and Merit management agreed to the cleaning process.

We had a lovely young Indian lass clean our place – she did a grand job, was very conscientious, but was I mortified when she collected our ornaments from the pelmet in our living room (I’d forgotten all about them!) and they were so covered in thick dust and sand you could hardly see what they were. She cleaned them up carefully and then replaced them in the right order on the shelf.

She told us we reminded her of her grandmother and grandfather in India who she missed enormously. But what went to my heart was her concern for my various scrapes and scratches, telling me to go to the doctor to get them checked. And then when she left, she tenderly stroked my cheeks and wished me well for the future.

She really touched my heart because I’m very independent, my husband’s kids live in the UK so we don’t get to see them very much, and anyway we are all accustomed to living our own lives.  It reminded me of the strength of the traditional family system and the way its members care for each other.

It was also very much a reminder to myself to take better care of me!  As I’m all air signs, astrologically speaking, I tend to be in my head and out there in the universe creating art and ideas, and often my physical body gets a bit overlooked. So since that kind gesture from the young Indian lass, I’m focussing more on loving my own self (instead of worrying about everybody else)

The above image is a result of my reflections on taking care of ourselves and listening to the song of our hearts which are meant for each of us as an individual. I hope you like the image.

Happiness Colour Bomb!

I’ve been absent for a while due to back problems and also a feeling of great inertia which I decided to indulge because I felt it was a message to let go and just let the good times roll again when it felt right.  I’ve been creating digital art, can’t stop now, but haven’t felt like blogging at all.

Until yesterday.

I had created the above piece of digital art and couldn’t work out what to call it when I saw a post on a friend’s Facebook timeline which suited this image perfectly – a ray of light and colour in a world which seems in great, grey turmoil at present.  Synchronicity!

“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” ~Robert Fulghum

I’m indebted to Robert Fulghum for his inspirational comment.

All Things Must Pass Away

all-things-must-pass-awayI have once again been playing with the Silk Interactive Programme with a few additions from the gizmos on Pixlr. This one reminded me of that lovely song: “All Things Must Pass Away”, written by George Harrison and sung at the Concert for George which took place on year after George Harrison’s death.

It’s my very favourite DVD as it’s as if all taking part – musicians and singers – reached spiritual heights in tribute to a brilliant musician. I hope you enjoy the track.

Freedom to Fly

Emotional Flight

There is a simple message here – be true to yourself, trust yourself and you will fly with the best possible emotions – love, self-confidence, happiness, creativity.  Too often these days joy is squashed out of us by rules, regulations, nose to the grindstone work, interminable, stressful  and boring testing in schools and universities, when what we need is the flight of our imaginations and the freedom to be who we are: to be honoured, each of us, as individual beacons of light illuminating the darkness of dead, dullifying bureaucratic shackles and smashing them to pieces.

Gabrielle Roth quotation