And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda

25th April is Anzac Day in Australia. It commemorates the  26,111 Australian casualties, including 8,141 deaths, when young men were sent to their deaths in the Gallipoli campaign of World War 1, along with forces from New Zealand, the start of the Anzac tradition. This figure doesn’t include those who lost their lives from other countries involved in the campaign

Supposedly Australia came of age of a nation on the date of the landings at although I have never quite understood why the slaughter and crippling injuries of a nation’s youth in a senseless battle can be seen as any cause for celebration. Nevertheless, we remember and respect those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, but we do not worship a war fought for the redivision of territory among the Great Powers of the time.

There is magic riding the Divine Unseen in this wild, swirling world of ours.

But also blowing on the winds and eddies

the grief, pain, suffering and whispers

of those who have made the ultimate sacrifice of lives lost

in pain, fear and terror on the battlefields of the past

and whose spirits now ride the wild galactic winds among the stars.

These voices do not die – they blow in the fierce winds,

weave into the breezes

and whisper their losses and reasons for losses

Into the hearts and souls of those who can hear the

nuances of magic

to inspire those whose soul music

is love, kindness and a commitment to a world with no more wars.

 

 

The Grace of Devotion

I was looking through Van Gogh’s vast gift of his artwork to humanity and pondering the fact that, despite all his hardships and lack of financial success while he was alive, this amazing artist persisted with his bountiful, wonderful paintings.

It surely is a reminder to us all that inspiration arises from the Divine, from the creative gifts inherent in us when we incarnate on this earth, and we need to honour that which graces our lives to raise us to our highest selves.

No matter whether we are acknowledged publicly for our creative efforts or whether we are financially successful, as long as we listen to and act upon our inner spirit, when we are true to ourselves, we have lived our lives fully and to the best we can.

Images of Van Gogh’s prolific artwork

Van Gogh’s life – Wikipedia

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)

Memories

I returned to this collage today to brighten it up as it was looking a bit faded. I created it before we left Australia in 2012 to move to North Cyprus. I had a lot of cards I’d kept from people I loved – friends and family – so decided to cut out images (rather than take every card, there were lots!) and created this collage as a tribute to my memories of loved ones in my life. The two decorations at top left and right were created by our granddaughters for our wedding cake when we got married in the UK in 2004 just before returning to Australia. I added silver, pink and purple glitter as well as rose/gold paint.

Spider Drawing Down Magic

I created this from an image I had of rocks on the Jurassic Coast of the  UK, plus an image super-imposed of a photo I took of a spider when I was living in Woodenbong, on the rim of an ancient volcanic caldera.high up in the Border Ranges of northern New South Wales, Australia.

The spider was weaving its web against the window at night and the flash of my camera caught a very good image of it at work. With the stones colourised behind it, this image reinforces for me the image of Spider as weaving the web of the universe.

A Walk on the Quiet Side

We had a power cut this morning which meant that all things technological ceased functioning. So I decided to enjoy the quiet time, read my kindle, then took myself off to bed for a couple of hours as I had severe sciatica in my left hip and leg. When I awoke, the pain had eased, so I continued enjoying the peace and quiet, with Maggie Mae’s head on my lap and stroking her and feeling so relaxed. Maggie Mae is the young Border Collie we are currently fostering while we search for a home for her.

When the power came back on, I created this image to honour our need for down time and to enjoy that time WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY!  We don’t need to be doing something all the time, we can spoil ourselves and nurture our body, mind and spirit with a bit of rest and relaxation. It does us a power of good and helps our creativity and self-healing.