The written word has a particular power to take us on a journey. To bring into the manifest record a thought, a feeling, an idea, a dream. Words can bring solace and connection; take us forward into a place we’d not dreamt of existing or re-member us to something we’ve known for a very long time but haven’t been able to pull into our now. Like a river we can revisit them and be somewhere new and familiar at the same time.
Hush
One day. It will find you.A certain kind of hush.Owl’s wings across your heart,The steady soundless beatIn your chest,Where once the Ravens clawedand Stallions thunderedand rivers burst their banks in rageful tumult.A calm will enter.And your body will still.Not a waiting stillnessbut an earthen onea bright star onethe heart of fire oneOne of nascent life…
Expansion
Breathe in. Breathe out. Let your consciousness drop onto your breath. Follow it in, follow it out. Let it fill you and flow out of you. Bring in new clean clear energy. Release anything that you need to. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let your consciousness drop into the centre of your being. Feel the world…
Coalescence
It was nearly 10 years ago now that I asked a question going into a deep channelling state. I can no longer remember the question, but the answer is as clear now as it was at the time: A young woman stands on the deck of a ship. Behind her is chaos and turmoil as…
“I See A Darkness”
Just earlier this week I wrote a post on my private page about a song I love which taught me to find a peace with my inner darkness. I used to listen to it on loop in my early twenties and it’s resurfaced this week somehow appearing in my Spotify suggestions. This time a remake…
The House we Live Within
In my therapy training, the psyche was sometimes described as a house that we live within. The model spoke of needing to rootle around in the basement sometimes to find something long forgotten or to clear out some of the things collected and no longer needed. It spoke of living in our kitchens with our…
Little Large Griefs
In times like these our griefs rise. The big, the small, the ones in between. With so much fear and loss in our community of humans, and so few of our usual distractions available to us, that which we’ve been keeping at bay is creeping round the corners or jumping out of our industrial strength…
Erica Lowe 