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Thursday, 09 February 2012 23:36

Love Springs Eternal

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Avril PriceJanuary can be a long dark month, the festivities of Christmas are well and truly past and the cold weeks of February lie ahead; but looking from my kitchen window this morning I was reminded that rebirth into the light is not an option but a fact!

Who doesn't love the time of spring? Who doesn't love the spectacular miracle of spring flowers that carpet our gardens and parks? The riot of colours and aroma can furnish us with optimism anew as we witness the unfolding cycles of life.

I enjoy my garden but I must confess that I do not possess green fingers. Over the years I have done deals with the our Faerie friends, suggesting to them that if they wouldn't mind positioning a few choice plants for me I would make sure that our space was kept clear and bright. I have to say that they have always come good! An Iris here, a Gladioli there, Harebells and Bluebells not to mention blooms that I don't even know the name of, in return I have endeavoured to keep my word and indeed the garden has become an extra room, particularly splendid in the summer months.

I am always enthused about life when the Snowdrops appear, as they do at this time of year, little glistering clusters of hope. I love them and so did my Mother. She was a gardener. She had a knack for it and knew what to plant and when, in January in her garden, the rockeries would be full of winter flowers, especially Snowdrops.

My Mother passed to spirit in January 2001. During the intervening years I feel that I have come to know my Mum in a very special way, I believe that relationships continue after physical death and in fact the relationship can deepen and become more loving. Just as well really as I was an independent spirit and moved away to pursue my life when quite young.

Every year, at the end of January, without fail, a solitary clump of snowdrops grow; Placed in an obscure, random fashion in the corner of the lawn. (Or what would be a lawn if there was any grass!)

Just one single bunch of white sacred flowers. They first appeared the first year after my Mum made her transition. I just happened to look from my window one cold, wintery morning and there they were.

Their discovery made all the more poignant by the fact that I, like the flowers was beginning to emerge from a dark period in my life. A time when on several occasions I wanted to reach out...

snow dropsAs soon as I saw them I knew that they were there because of my Mother. A reminder that her essence is always with me. Spirit confirming that life goes on in all its myriad forms. I am often amazed at how ingenious Spirit can be in an attempt to show how rich life can be, there is no death, we just have to listen and look and be aware.

So, there they are again. One single clump of Snowdrops in the corner of my garden, perfectly positioned so I can see them from my window. Every time I look at them I marvel at the wonders of spirit, the beauty of life, that something so small can be so immense and most importantly of all, the reminder that love never dies.

Friday, 03 February 2012 05:39

To Dream not to Drown

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Felicity-KarenaThe planet Neptune rules the sign Pisces, and enters this sign, returning to its source, on February 4th after its 160-180 year cycle of the Zodiac. It will remain here for about 14 years. An interesting point of synchronicity is that as Neptune enters Pisces so too we begin the Chinese year of the Water Dragon, which characteristics also resemble the sign Pisces.

Neptune symbolises the subtle realm of feelings, dream, fantasy, illusion, imagery, imagination and psychic connection. The mystic, the artist and the healer are connected with the sign Pisces. Characteristics of Pisces are devotion, compassion, formlessness, a sense of at-one-ment – the ability to lose oneself in something and become one with it. Both Pisces and Neptune are associated with the Ocean, with the source, the wholeness or completeness of all life.

When Neptune enters an area of our life, we may first experience a sense of confusion and disillusionment, we may feel completely overwhelmed, especially by dreams and our imagination which may cause havoc to our psyche. It may feel like things are falling apart, dissolving, and there can be a loss of focus, and a sense of dissatisfaction. Things and structures in our life that we felt certain, secure about may begin to change shape or literally disappear. There is, however, a subtle and psychic energy associated with Neptune – something in us needs healing, refining and re-imagining. Neptune can be associated with distillation, an alchemical refining process.

Something has to be broken down, become formless, melt away and then shift shape in order to emerge into another form. There can be a dream like quality to this. This flowing movement, from one thing to another, can also be seen in the symbol for Pisces. Two fishes swimming in opposite directions although connected by their tails with a snaking umbilical cord. When drawing this symbol myself, I was surprised to find how it resembles the Chinese Yin Yang symbol!

If we approach this alchemical process with fear – fear of loss or chaos perhaps – and cling like limpets to an old, outworn form or way of being, then we may suffer. It can cause discomfort, pain and may even be toxic. This is a delicate, subtle process and we need guidance. The artist, the mystic, the healer are more attuned to this process of shift, of change and of formlessness because it is part of the creative process and of 'creation' itself.

open-air-triclinium-of-the-house-of-neptune-and-amphitriteSo we need to enter the Neptunian and Piscean realm with a quiet, still and contemplative approach. We must find both inner and outer space and give appropriate time to clearing out what is no longer essential and become empty. It may be appropriate to even divest ourselves, for a while, of material concerns and illusions. It is not for nothing that both Neptune and Pisces require reverence, compassion and a sense of devotion.

If we have been focusing on something too hard, trying too hard, then we may be required to let go, let be. Neptune helps us to overcome a problem, by shifting our focus, by not concentrating or straining, and then it may just dissolve – simply melt away – or we may discover, much to our surprise, that it just wasn't a problem after all. We were just looking at it in the wrong way, or for it in the wrong place! So Neptune requires that we 'step back', give things space and Pisces requires – like the two fishes swimming in opposite directions – that we turn around and look in the opposite direction! On a worldly scale this can perhaps be seen in the shift of focus, of power, from West to East!

Neptune in Pisces requires us to reconnect to our feelings, which are not the same as emotions. Feelings are far more sensitive and subtle, and extremely hard to describe because of this. Feelings require us to tune in with our whole body, to become aware and this is intelligence! Aware and awake to our feelings, so that we can become intelligent human beings and have reverence for others, for our environment and for all life as this is the foundation of Compassion.

So the refining process, the alchemy and tests, we are put through with Neptune especially in the sign of Pisces is to raise our consciousness. But it is a process that needs time, space and a different dream! And to build a new dream we have to use our imagination, re-image, and devote ourselves to it, but it requires a different foundation, according to Neptune - one that is more spiritual and less material.

To dream not to drownColour, music and some kinds of art can help connect to the feeling realm.

An exercise to begin to tune into the feeling realm – (you will need some music without words and colouring equipment)

Find a quiet space when you can be alone. Make yourself comfortable – preferably lying down – and put the music on. Close your eyes and allow the music to play through your body. Simply feel and be aware how and where your body responds to the sounds. Let it wash through you.

When you have done this, sit up and gather your colouring pens or paints and paper. Quieten your mind, be still, so that you are in a contemplative frame of mind. Play the music again and express the feelings running through you with the colours on the paper.

There is no thought, no analysis, no judgement, just simply let go and let it all flow through and out of you. Try doing this with different kinds of music and you can also try this with different places in nature.

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I decided not to make any New Years resolutions this year. I've normally thrown them out the window by the second week of Jan. At best they last til March.

In the second week of Jan, I went for life resolutions. I figured that I'd stand of half a chance of being more committed if I took a life view. Not rocket science, I know. But it was a mini epiphany for me!

One of the areas I chose was "me" time and not to feel guilty about it. Oooo, that's a tough one!

So why "me" time? It's said that you need to be a bit selfish with yourself to be able to help others. I don't mean endless acts of self-centredness. Just simply taking care of yourself in all aspects of your life.

So last week I started an art class. Drawing for the Totally Terrified. Such a great title!

I was useless at art and disinterested in the subject when I was at school.

My only memories of art lessons are:

  • very unkindly taunting my art teacher
  • painting a very weird dustbin in a back yard
  • climbing into the water system above the art room with some friends to pour powder paints into the system. This resulted in a delightful rainbow of colours bubbling out of various school drains and detentions

Right now I'd like to say sorry to my art teacher tho' I fear she may no longer be with us.

So why at 54 with such a bad track record in art did I opt to start Drawing for the Totally Terffied?

The need to create was building up in me like the desire for Rich Tea biscuits late at night when the biscuit tin's empty. It's too late to buy any cos you're in your jimjams. But you become obsessed with having them.

I was nervous of taking the first step, of what the teacher would think about my lack of talent, and what I myself would think about it.

But there I was at my first class. I was welcomed by the lovely Liz. An interesting, warm, engaging and informative person with a cracking sense of humour. I took to her straight away. What's that saying? "when the student is ready, the teacher presents itself?"

 

snowman_biscuit

Liz asked me to pick an object to draw so that we could see where I was at. I chose a snowman biscuit tin from her kitchen. And here it is. Fortunately, with a little gentle prompting from my teacher, I was able to analyse what wasn't right with it and also what was good about it.

I found the whole process totally absorbing. I was absolutely, totally, utterly in the moment. I didn't care (too much) that my snowman wasn't 3 dimensional and out of proportion. One day he will be.

The next exercise that we went through was even more enlightening. But more of this another time.

I went away feeling invigorated, refreshed and actually a bit joyful! How good is that?

Taking care of yourself is important. Too often we get lost in the moments of others, our work, friends and families and not ourselves.

Facing fears? Well I'm no expert. But I faced my snowman...  and I'm still here to tell the tale.

Are you taking any "me" time? Please share your experiences with us here, on Facebook or Twitter.

Saturday, 18 June 2011 07:30

The Ostrich and the New Broom

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Jude-MeadowsNo, this isn't one of Aesop's Fables!


If you're an impatient or slightly lazy reader like me, you've already zoomed to the end to hunt for the meaning of the title. And then judged whether or not it's worth scrolling back up to read the whole thing!


We post our blogs on a Friday or Saturday. It's Tuesday and already I've been electronically bombarded with reminders of the topic I started 14 days hence. Twitter, Huffington Post, online newspapers, songs ...


So I've taken this as a nudge to just get on with it.


What was I writing about? Re-invention. Transformation.


I'm not sure that I'm ready yet to share my own personal story of self-change with anyone other than my journal and my seemingly disinterested Springer. But yesterday's e-attack got me thinking ... and questioning.


Just why is there so much stuff about re-invention and personal transformation around? And when did it start? Has the impact of the internet with it's apparent infinite access to oracles of wisdom, spurned the quest for self-examination? And/or are we genuinely seeing a shift in consciousness? Or are some of us unhappy, restless ...


If anyone's got any research material on this, please email me @ This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it     I'd love to hear from you!


I've done some seriously daft things in my life. Repeatedly. I haven't murdered anyone or committed a crime. But I have done some things that I'm not proud of and actions that've impacted others negatively. Buried my head in the sand about personal circumstances. These too have affected others around me ... I feel a Forgiveness blog coming on for next week!


Each time I've done stuff that I don't think is so good, I've made my apologies, dealt with the consequences, dusted off the guilt and picked myself up again. Re-invented myself. And then made the same mistakes.


What I'd like to know is, how many times can you do this? How many chances does the Universe give you to sort yourself out?

So yes, how many times can the ostrich stick its head in the sand? And just how often can the new broom give a clean sweep?


In my humble opinion, I think and must believe that the Universe or whatever/whoever you believe in gives you as many chances as you need ... providing you put the effort in to making the necessary changes in your life. That you sink your pride and ask for forgiveness ... both of yourself and of others.


There'll be some people who'll pardon your misdemeanours, and some who won't. Just don't judge those who don't and can't.


I leave you and me with a few reminders that tomorrow is a new day ... and look forward to hearing your ideas for starting over and making amends!


It's a New Day: Michael Buble

http://tinyurl.com/ybjgxj8

 

Queen of Starting Over: Beverley Knight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzaNPIkp964

 

Live the life you love movie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z31wyGFbtJ8

Friday, 27 May 2011 05:25

Am I a Spiritual Slob?

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Yesterday a friend posted a link to a blog on Huffington Post (thank you Yvonne for the inspiration) ...

Are You a Spiritual Snob? And it got me thinking, am I a Spiritual Slob?

I hold my hands up and declare that I didn't read the entire article. It was too long and the print too small for the early morning hour when I clicked the link. And I have rather a lot of spiritual cramming to do in the mornings before I can get my day going.

 

Time was running out. So please don't shoot me if I've misinterpreted some elements of the blog. My defence is that it got me questioning.

 

What I immediately grasped, nay, seized upon ... were a few sentences that allowed me to forgive myself and condone some perhaps slob-ish behaviour. And I won't deny that I probably inflated my interpretation to suit my own purpose.

 

Here's the first couple of sentences:

"I embrace your desire to make money--lots of it, from doing what you love. I talk about my omnivorous diet, the occasional glass of vino, those times when I falter, and when I succeed along my chosen path."

"We want our teachers to be better than us, more perfected. It's great to have role models. But don't fall into the trap of believing that you're not already right there, ready and able to be every bit as spiritual as your teachers. Even with a cheeseburger in your hand."

 

Ok, this didn't have me rushing out the door for a Big Mac or reaching for the Chardonnay. But it did make me wonder about being the said spiritual slob or am I just trying too hard to be spiritual?

 

I mentioned spiritual cramming in the mornings. I came to the world of alternative therapies spiritualism and psychic stuff relatively late in life ... in my 40s. So I feel that I've got a lot of making up to do. And sometimes I run out of spiritual breath.

 

In the morning, I do my Gratitude, meditate, do some energy clearing. I try to do my Morning Pages. It's all a bit of a race. I'd love to pick a daily Tarot or Angel card; swing my pendulum a bit, have a chat with my guides. But there's a brown and white furry thing to greet, feed and run. Coffee to be downed. Juices to be made. The working day to start. And the need to be present ever in my mind.

 

I appreciate that this might sound more than a tad precious. It's easy for me to choose my morning routine. I'm in a relationship lay-by. I have no children. It's just me, my dog, my nespresso machine, my journal and my laptop.

 

When I learnt to meditate I was told that upon rising, you should do a self-massage with sesame oil, shower, do some yoga exercises, some pranayama. Don't have a dog as they have a negative impact on your aura. And coffee was definitely not recommended before going in search of your subconscious or higher self. I was fanatical, apart from the coffee.

 

10 years on from launching myself into my own self-induced spiritual rat-race, I'm a lot more lenient with myself.

I don't oil up and shower before I meditate.

I do it in my jimjams caressing an espresso in my hands instead of doing pranayama. And I follow a different meditation to the one I learnt.

My back doesn't permit the recommended yoga. My dog nestles next to me while I meditate. I sometimes clean both our auras to be on the safe. I wonder where she drifts off to while I'm seeking to quiet the noise in my head? Is she chasing squirrels while my mind is competing with the higher realms and Sainsbury's food aisles?

 

So what's my point? "Finally" you might be screaming!

 

Are we guilty of being too hard on ourselves? Of setting ourselves a spiritual exam? Or is this me, just finding excuses for being a bit of a spiritual sloth?

 

Love to hear your thoughts!

In the meantime, I leave you with some words from Sadie Nardini and the link to her blog.

"You are that which you seek already. The more you think you're not, the more you're not. The more you think you are...well, you get the picture."

http://tinyurl.com/ygy6m2k