Letting Go

Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear.

She let go of judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She just let go.
She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…

There’s only one guru ~ you.

                             Jennifer Eckert Bernau/Rev. Safire Rose (the exact author is uncertain)

Angel Aura Healing

I had a lovely dream last night (since the Full Moon on 31st January I seem to be dreaming big-time although I don’t always remember the dreams).

In the dream, I half opened my eyes to see that angels, fairies and spirit energies were floating through my aura and healing it.  It was a very gentle energy but not very clear as I got the feeling I wasn’t supposed to see the Grace of the healing underway, just to “know” that it had been happening. I also felt I was supposed to let others know that this sort of healing went on at unknown levels.

It felt really wonderful as if I was floating in a sea of healing lights and beings, as if I were in a magical space, and I felt amazingly relaxed when I half woke up and remembered the dream. And ended up having a great night’s sleep without a great deal of the sciatic pain which often keeps me awake. I could definitely handle more of these dreams!

 

World Tree of Dancing Light

Yesterday a friend in America responded to comments made by a friend in Australia. In the early hours of yesterday morning I read words by a friend in Canada which helped me get back to sleep again. Daily I read wonderful quotes and look at beautiful art posted by a friend in Africa.

And in the early hours of this morning I woke with the words “World Tree of Dancing Light” in my head, knowing that I needed to create a post to celebrate my family – the good and true friends I’ve made around the world who provide love, nurturance and support to me as I return the same to them.

What made me think about this was a post I’ve seen published quite frequently on Facebook extolling the virtues of letting go of family quarrels and making the peace to restore family ties, but with the underlying theme that family disputes are about bruised egos and imaginary conflicts. To me this is a slap in the face for those of us who have family conflict because of very real, unpleasant, possibly violent actions which have led to the breakdown of family relations.

To me, my family is everything – and my family is all the wonderful friends I have around the world (the US, Australia, Britain, Spain, Africa, Pakistan and other places) who I treasure and value for the very real friendship and support they offer me.

Beyond my immediate family of friends, daily I see support groups where strangers show love, respect and honour for those who stretch their hands out for advice and kindness.

You have no choice about the family you’re born into and if it’s dysfunctional, look after yourself and don’t put up with inappropriate actions which drag you down and don’t support you.

But you can choose your family of friends which is what I am celebrating today – the world tree of roots of friendship reaching deep into Planet Earth which lets us dance joyfully together in the glow of loving kindness, true ties of love and support, and the Grace of true friends who light our lives.

 

If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em!

I have been taking part in  a black and white photo challenge on Facebook and for most of the images I’ve used photos I’ve taken of the huge construction site right beside our apartment. The Merit Hotel group is building a huge hotel, along with the three other hotels it has close by, and another hotel closer to the Kyrenia town centre.

It’s been incredibly disruptive with huge amounts of dust filling our apartment, constant noise, heaps of rubbish beside our fence, concrete pours going on right through the night with the noise of trucks and concrete pump, and all the detritus of a construction site on our doorstep.

However, when the challenge started up, it seemed to me that a construction site lent itself rather well to black and white photography, particularly as the tower crane which dominates the site looks incredibly elegant.

So, on the basis of the title of this post: “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em”, here are the photos I took in colour then converted to black and white using the B&W facility on PicMonkey on my computer, and Toolwiz on my tablet.

Concrete Pour
Tower crane jib
End of tower crane jib
Tower crane with concrete pour underneath
Closer view of tower crane and concrete pour underneath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope

Hope  

Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers,
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance…. Then to good sleep,
and – if it happens – glad waking.

 

~ Philip Booth ~

(Lifelines: Selected Poems 1950-1999)