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don't take it personally

17/3/2025

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there is A LOT of tension in the air right now. like i mean A LOT! it’s palpable in pretty much every dynamic, every relationship, every space. can you feel it? are you noticing it?

what can we do about it. that age old piece of advice that is so annoying to hear:
DON’T TAKE IT PERSONALLY

it’s annoying because it’s so friggin hard not to take things personally, even when we know it’s not personal. it’s hard not to be emotionally affected when someone is mean or short with us or cold towards us. it’s normal to feel something when this happens…yet the quicker we can come to a place of knowing that it’s not personal, the quicker we are going to be able to move into a different energy. 

a few weeks ago when i said DON’T TAKE THE BAIT i really meant it…and not just for that moment we were experiencing…for ALL THE MOMENTS…it’s not worth it to our nervous systems to take the bait…to get caught in someone else’s ill intentioned ways or emotionally explosive tendencies. 

here i am speculating, but i have a feeling that the reason we can become so reactive with one another, is because we all so deeply crave connection that we will try anything to create a bond with another being…whether that bond is healthy or not often doesn’t matter in the moment, we just want to feel connected. arguing is connection. “debating” is connection. riling someone else’s emotions is connection. 

let’s not fool ourselves for too long though! these kinds of connections built on tension and baiting and emotional immaturity will only lead us into further pain and ultimately further away from healthy connections. 

stay grounded. regardless of where you might be, remember your connection to the earth. whether you are a city or in the country or somewhere in between, we are ALL ON THE EARTH and have access to her grounding frequency. 

keep you nervous as regulated as possible - there are so many tools, from breathing more deeply, humming, singing, listening to frequency healing music, creating art, dancing, taking a bath, going for a quiet walk, listing to the birds…i mean, really, there is endless ways to soothe and calm our nervous systems.

practice the art of listening. sometimes it’s better just not to respond. listening can be a very active way of engagement. i’m not saying to stifle your expression or hold your tongue when it’s really important to vocalize something, just be more discerning of who and what you engage with. save your expression for when you will be fully heard and received, or for when it’s something that you certainly cannot move past without saying something or standing up for yourself. all i’m saying is be discerning. 

hang out with cats…they are pro stars at moving from tension to ease & relaxation in an instant. their energy is contagious and they have many lessons to teach about boundaries and being chill and minding their own business while still engaging in their curiosities. seriously, if you are needing to learn about and practice boundaries…hang with the cat world. 

don’t take it personally and don’t take the bait. let the tension dissipate and learn to relate in kind and loving ways to your own nerves system first and foremost. and good luck out there! kindness in the face of adversity is underrated. 


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shades of grey (poem)

13/8/2024

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it’s easy to see the world in black and white, 
but can we too see it in all the shades of greys and greens 
and everything else in between?


can we look not only to the trees 
but also the grasses and ferns 
to see ourselves anew?
can we listen to the birds
as they sing their evening songs - 
frogs chime in 
and maybe even a squirrel or two. 


the world is rich around us.
and within us, 
and between us, 
all over us,
beneath us,
and below,
over and above. 


casting light into the shadows,
and shadows into the light.
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diaries of an off grid witch : entry # 3

28/10/2023

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Diaries of an off grid witch. 
Entry # 3
October 28, 2023


It’s been a while. At first I intended this diary to follow me through every day. But I was soon reminded that I’m generally not one to do the same thing every day. Some would call me fickle, I would call myself dynamic, and to be dynamic one must be willing to pivot the plot a plenty. 
I got a bit ill two weeks ago…a common cold the had my head pounding and my breathing less than desirable. I wasn’t inspired to write, or be creative in any manner what so ever. Just as my energy was returning and I could see the and feel the clarity returning, my moon cycle arrived and my energy plummeted again. I’ve had my moon cycle for 30 years, or approximately 390 moons…and every time I am in need of deep rest for 2-3 days. It wasn’t until about a decade ago that I got wise to my cycles and actually chose to give myself that rest when needed instead of trying to push through. I’ve fashioned my life around this cycle and have done a pretty decent job of making sure I’ve giving myself what I need at all times, but especially at this time of the moon. So suffice to say, at least a whole week passed by with mostly just hours of rest. I do believe the body will create this rest for you if it’s what you truly need and aren’t heeding the quiet call. It was hard to slow down when I had so many things to try to do in the three week period before leaving on my autumn adventure west. It was a practice in surrendering to what was, and allowing myself the grace to say, ok, there are things that I just certainly will not get done this fall, but I will do my best to get done what I actually need to! This is all to say, that writing has fallen to the wayside to a certain degree. Though there are sill poems flowing out of me, and a few prompts shared between friends that are intending to help us reflect on all the changes that have internally occurred in the last 8-10 years. And one evening dedicated to the writing circle, which is generally just me and one other woman who gather on-line (and once in person) to write together, be creative together, and allow ourself the space to express and be witnessed if we wish. So, yes, there are still words coming out, yet this diary has sat untouched by my hands, though my mind has wandered to these pages quite a few times. 


Tonight I sit in a beam of full moon light, on the wooden floor of my cabin, softly cushioned by the wool mat beneath my body. I can see the moon through the branches of the giant spruce and fir that tower around me, and a planet too that hangs to the left beneath the moon. I’m not sure what planet it is, maybe Venus, or Mars, or Saturn, truly I have no idea, but if I need to I will bet on Venus…and some research after writing this should bring me the answer. 


Arriving home to my tiny temple in the forest this evening, I am somehow thrilled by the crunchy fallen leaves that great my feet with every step I take. I gather my clothes from the line, and trundle through the path, moon light bright enough to show me the way and I step inside and see this perfect moon beam upon my floor and it feels too perfect to not sit right in and bathe in the energy of this time. And it is here, that I finally feel the urgent call of this diary, these pages that were beginning to get lonely, and I listen to the urge, because that’s what a witch does right, she listens to the universe as it calls to her and gently nudges her to what spell must be cast next. I wrote a poem last night, that I will too include here, even though I have already shared it on instagram, I feel like it belongs in more than one place. And so it will find it’s way further out into the world, and my vows will get stronger, and my dreams will become more vivid, and my hope for a better world will gain more strength. I never meant for this diary to be just for me, I have never intended my spells to kept under wraps, I write from my soul and my heart so that the world knows I am here, and that I am worthy, and deserving of space to express. Just as you too, if you are reading this, or listening to this, are to be reminded of your own worth, of your own beautiful boringness on this earth - I want us all to remember.




there are too many guns in the world, 
too many bombs, 
too many mad men with power 
at their fingertips, 
cowards who send people into places 
to fight wars 
fed by the need for more - 
fuelled by greed 
and a desire to be seen as “on the top”. 
but at what costs, 
and on the top of what?
a world that has crumbled 
to rubble and waste
after too many terrible decisions
that take no consideration for human life. 
i vow to hold tight 
the hope for world peace - 
i vow to believe in a better way 
upon this earth - 
i vow to unlearn all the violent ways 
of my own being - 
i vow to never stop seeing
the humanity in each and every soul 
who incarnates on this earth. 
i choose to recognize hate for what it truly is - a lack of love felt from within. 
i choose to perceive the destructive patterns of this world 
as something to be disrupted, 
and every time i can,
i will disrupt hate with love,
i will disrupt violence with peace, 
i will disrupt greed with generosity,
i will call for a ceasefire 
of all weapons of war - 
and i will keep dreaming of a world 
where we only ever relate 
with kindness and care. 


Good night friends, 
May you feel the warmth of love somewhere within you this eve. 
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dairies of an off grid witch : entry # 2

12/10/2023

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I wake to the sound of my fathers mill, becoming quietly alert as the small engine starts. I find myself wondering where the furry friend is at the end of my bed - every time I finish a pet sit and come home to my cabin in the woods, I feel at odds with the new reality of no other living creature as a companion. And then the squirrels remind me, they’re still here. But I don’t really want them here…they’re more annoying than the mice - finding ways in and places to nest no matter how hard I try to keep them out. I cover the holes and they chew through the walls. What can I do, they’ve lived in this cabin for longer than me! I have made the decision though to build them their own place - a mini replica of this tiny temple - but all for them and filled with the small spaces they like to call home. I’ve added it to my mental list. Build the squirrels their own cabin so I can finally have some peace. I say a little prayer that it will work to gently and lovingly relocate them.


As usual, I wake slowly, thinking of coffee and raisin toast as I lay in bed. First a banana and then comes the rest. As I sit and enjoy the leisurely breakfast, I start checking in with myself about what feels apt to pursue today. I decide to start with cleaning the chimney, a task that’s been on my list since the spring. As a take it all apart, scrape it inside and out, I think to myself : “this is a good skill to have, cleaning chimneys”. It might seem less than extraordinary - but it makes me wonder, how many people in this world have actually ever cleaned a chimney on their own, and if I were ever in a situation where I was the only one, I’d actually know what to do and have the confidence to make it happen. So, yes, I confer with myself, it is a great skill to have. While I’m at it, I clean out the extra ash and soot from the inside of the wood stove. It’s strangely satisfying to sweep away all the built up ash in the upper chambers that has collected over the last many moons. Clearing space for it to happen all over again as the moons continue to wax and wane into the colder months. 


I walk to the garden with my tray of ashes in hand, dumping them onto my hugel culture mound I’ve been building for the last three years. Ashes, sticks, weeds, leaves, goat shit and straw. I’m betting on some fertile soil and look forward to finally planting on it next spring. For now, the mess of weeds are adding their magic to the mix. 


My sister arrives and we go for a walk in the woods. We talk of love and life and the things that make us go “huh?!”. We stop at times to just listen to the running water, the leaves falling, the dogs romping through the sticks and branches scattered on the forest floor. I find a perfect mossy tree base gently bending over their stream, to lounge upon as we share stories of the strange ways we sometimes feel when someone tells us things we’d rather not know. 


Back at the cabin, I fit my chimney pieces together, revelling in the ease of this process today - as it doesn’t always go so smoothly since I have couple twists and turns as my chimney reaches for the wall. Satisfied to have that part complete, I tell myself I will redo the gasket seal on the door another day, but another day soon, before I leave on my next trip, so that when I return in the midst of winter, my stove is at its optimum. 


It’s lunch time now and I make myself a quick meal, enjoying it on the front steps of my little deck - I revel in this time of year when the biting bugs have all vanished and I can finally enjoy more than 45 seconds outside on a nice day. I decide on an afternoon coffee, which I rarely do but today seems right for this kind of thing. I drink it slowly, still on the steps, watching the squirrels and the season slowly change. I carry the last sips into the garden with me, to see what I might be able to harvest. In the garden I find mini cucumbers, tomatoes, a giant zucchini, green beans, both fresh and for seed, kale, mizuna, cilantro and dill. Not bad for a barely tended garden season. My mind wanders to what kind of kitchen witchery I’ll get up to with this fresh garden ingredients. Time will tell and creativity will lead the way. 


I help my father move a heavy piece of metal, and then notice the mill yard could use some clearing up. I shovel sawdust, one of my favourite mill yard tasks, and carry it by wheel barrow over to my cabin where I dump it on my path that connects my front steps to my shower - this section needs a bit of building up as it often gets mushy and mucky - one of the damp spots found over in this part of the woods. 


I move chunks of slab wood destined for the firewood pile over to the chopping block - telling myself it’s my strength training for the day, filling the wheel barrow a little more full each time = building muscle as I go. 


My sister arrives back home, from wherever she has been, and she asks if I’m up for another walk. I hesitate as I still have things I’d like to do before the dark sets in, but I remind myself the importance of slowing down and enjoying the world around me. I casually convince her to walk up the hill this time (rather than deeper in to the woods) - there is resistance, on my part and hers as it’s steep and offers little reprieve as the climb begins as we step out of the driveway. Yet it’s always worth it to get to the top, or whatever we choose to be the top today, which is not the “top” per-se but a plateau along the way that offers some of the greatest views I’ve ever seen. We are greeted by a sky filled with fluffy clouds, shifting between blues and purples and pinks - cotton candy skies we call them and imagine ourselves nestled in the sweetly spun sugar, held by the universe itself. 


We walk the bumpy winding dirt road through the field, my sister ringing her bell to alert any wildlife that might be hanging out there tonight as well. We walk towards the line of sunlight in the distant part of the field, never quite reaching it, yet enjoying the light show on the clouds every step of the way. Turning in circles to take in the full 360 degree view. Ocean, hills, trees and sky for as far as the eyes can see. We give thanks for the opportunity to walk in someone else’s field, enjoying the view that belongs to us all. 


On our way back down, we hear an owl call out several times. Perhaps it is calling to us, perhaps calling to the moon, or its mate, or something else entirely. I’m always grateful to hear an owl calling through the night, sometimes offering reflective wisdom, other times offering warnings of fate. 


Tidying my cabin is still on my list, so I do just that, shaking my rugs outside, putting away the items still in my suitcase, sorting my laundry, vacuuming the bits left behind by the mice while I was away. I light my fire and burn some sage & rose incense recently gifted to me from a soul sister friend. I step into the night, make my way to my outdoor shower and enjoy a long hot shower under the stars with my twinkle light strewn driftwood offering subtle illumination as I enjoy one of my favourite things about living this way - hot water outdoor showers with a view of the trees and the sound of the stream at my feet. 


I wind down my day with a quick meal and braiding strings for my art while I watch reality tv on my little screen. Productive mindful mindless relaxation at it’s best. 


I crawl into bed and give thanks for warmth, for life, for love and for all the things that make my heart feel alive. 





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diaries of an off grid witch : entry # 1

10/10/2023

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Diaries of an off grid witch.


Entry # 1. October 10, 2023


I’ve lived off grid since before I can even remember. I came to this world in a way that kept me tethered to the ways of the quiet earth. Dark skies with bright stars. Open fields filled with berries and bees. Rivers and streams and changing leaves, these are things that make me who I am. 


I arrive home, after two weeks away from my little cabin in the woods. It’s dusk and the trees are beginning to close in around me as I make way along the winding path, using the fallen birch branches I’ve place along the sides to light my way. Listening earnestly to the sound of the stream that runs year round when the weather is right and the rains have continued to fall. I hear it and make sure to keep to the left of it, the low branches of fir saplings tickling my arms as I pass by. 


I knew when I left two weeks ago, my power station was at 0%, and since my cabin is completely surrounded by trees, it’s not set up to charge by the sun while I’m away…thank goodness for battery powered fairy lights and an led battery lantern an old man gave me last year. The red lantern, where is it?  I look for it in all the usual places…nowhere to be seen, ahhh, my sister, she mentioned she’d been over to have a fire in my cabin a few days ago and I suspect she used the lantern to light her way through the woods to her home nearby. I text her to ask and she says she’ll bring it right over. I need it to go get kindling, which is closer to her place than mine so I walk her back through the woods, load my arm with dry kindling, pop into my fathers house to pick some extra fairy lights I left there during my camp out in his living room during the last hurricane that passed through these parts. 


Settling back into the cabin, lovingly called “my tiny temple”, I find a pan of mouldy apple cinnamon coffee cake I forgot to take to the compost before departing a fortnight ago. I also forgot to empty my grey water buckets under the sink, so I do this now, finding two dead mice having met their fate in a swirl of dirty dish water. Living with mice seems to be par for the course when you live in a hand built home amongst the trees. They’re so cute, and so darn frustrating as well. They are a great teacher that the polarity of feelings and emotions can exist at once…I am both annoyed and enamoured by them. Both realities are true and it’s often hard to know what to do. While I hate to see them drowned, a part of me thinks “better than them running free amongst my belongings”…it’s tough, I love them and I find them disturbing and messy. 


I light my fire, light an incense to take away that musky woods scent that seems to always come with living so close the the fecundity of the earth. Sometimes I love it, other times I want to smell frankincense or jasmine or a mixture of resins and herbs meant to mimic the scent of unicorns. I give thanks for the warmth of the fire and the sweet smells that fill my nostrils as both fill this space with life and sensual delights. 


I step outside to pee, and as I squat down, I think to myself, wow, it’s been two whole weeks since I peed on the ground. There are some things in life that feel more natural than others, and this is one of those things, along with outdoor showers that seems to me to make so much more sense than their inside counterparts. 


Hello home. I missed you and I am glad to be back.

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optimistic delusions

9/10/2023

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sometimes you think i’m delusional,
and sometimes i think i am too. 
yet most of the time 
i’m fairly convinced my ways of seeing 
and believing and holding faith 
in better ways ahead
are exactly what we need 
to change the trajectory 
of human life on earth. 
i think i just have faith
and optimism 
and an imagination that tends 
to flow towards beauty 
and wellness 
and possibilities that bring peace 
and compassion 
and understanding. 
call me whatever you will,
i’ll just be over here 
envisioning and living 
in a way 
that defies the constructs 
of linear life. 

soul poem : {optimistic delusions}
october 2023
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in fullness.

4/2/2022

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in fullness : soul poem

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in fullness.


whatever you choose to do -
do it fully.
be present with where you are,
be present with who you are with.
gather yourself and breathe fully into the moment -
release the need to be anywhere
other than where you currently are.


release the need to know where you will be
in the moments to come.
be here now.
be in the now.
be present with yourself.
breathe.


learn discernment of place and action
through living in tune with you own alignment.
step away from living for others
in the sense that you are trying to please -
please them only when it pleases you -
not for the sake of self fulfilment
but for the sake of being fully present.


learn the art of letting go
of needing to be in two places at once.
find the truth in your heart
as it speaks to you so clearly
what is sacred and important to you…
listen for the answers - they are there.


let go of what you think you know of yourself
and come to know yourself new.
you are not the same person
you were last year.
you are not the same person
you were last month.
you are not the same person
you were last week.
you are not the same person
you were two days ago.


you have changed.
shifted.
evolved.
grown into new phases of knowing
and more dimensions of the unknown.
chemicals internally and externally
are being altered
with each interaction
you have with nature
and with those who come to nurture you.
you are not static.
not stagnant.


do not fall for the fools game of complacency.
there is eternal growth to be had -
infinite expansion of all aspects of being.
do not tether yourself to one idea over the other -
both can exist at once -
there is no either/or -
only no/and.
only yes/and.
only my hand as it reaches for yours -
stretched fingers
across the parallels of time.


turn inwards and learn who you are
in the simple presence of you.
turn outwards and learn who you are
in the complex presence of all of eternity.
shift your gaze
from the floor
up to the grand picture
that plays as the clouds shift
and form patterns
meant to still the mind.


be kind.
to yourself.
be kind.
to all else.
whatever you choose to do.
do it fully.
all else is only half way there.
and who wants to be half
when we can choose to be whole. ​
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quantum leap

3/2/2022

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quantum leap : soul poem

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predictability is sodden
with the mundane.
mud drips from the boots
whose feet inside
walked through the storms
of what it means
to show up
in the full humanity
of individual existence.


we exist alongside
one another
as well as because of
one another.


every aspect of who we are
is deeply influenced
by those who
touch our hearts
and see our souls.


all responses are born
from a place
at the centre of our being.
reactions come from the surface
but responses are
woven deeply
within our dna.


dreams swirl
between worlds
that hold truth
for the psyche to see -


relevant consequences
are always an option
for surrendering
to a new way of being.


if we can see
the flame of fire
in the eyes
of those who we stand before -
we can feel deeply
in the pulsing hearts
of love that reaches
beyond a currently
perceived notion.


when we uncloak ourselves
from the recessed places
of hiding -
we may become surprised
at the immense potential
for love to exist
beyond limits
and in allotments
unmeasurable
in the quantum’s of math.


infinite.
eternal.
as dark as
the night sky
when the moon
is new.
as deep as
the ocean waters
when the tides
are high.
as beautiful as
utopia
in the minds eye.


these words
come to greet me
and offer a lesson
in learning to expand
beyond any constraints
of what has held me back.
an opportunity
to lift my own oppression
from the tight hold
around my neck.


i have chocked myself
for as long as i can remember -
i have stifled the energies
of what it means to live
alive in the creative centre
of my very existence.
i have swallowed the lies
of society
and chosen to turn a blind eye
to the desires
that lie dormant awaiting
self permission
for full activation.
and here i sit now -
here i lay now -
here i stand now -
too many feelings
to express in words -
too many potentials
to carry in one hand -
too many
and always just enough.


just as there is always enough
love
to be present for all -
in similarity
there is always enough
joy
to be expressed
in ways that ignite
change
and catalyze
the alchemy of my soul. ​
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love & prayers

2/2/2022

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love & prayers : soul poem

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stop casting your net wide
before you have truly learned
to hold yourself within your own weave.


hold your heart so tenderly
that all who pass by your sphere of energy
will want to do the same.


release your need
for power outside of yourself
and seek only to know
exactly what makes you tick
and tock -
but no like a clock
that simply passes time -
like a metronome
that counts the cycles
of what it means to live in rhythm
with the simplicity of your humanity.


pull back the reigns
on that horse you have galloped upon
looking for love
that comes from somewhere externally.


you dear heart,
dear soul,
dear sister,
dear human being,
belong to yourself
and hold the capacity
to love yourself
so deeply
that it becomes first nature
to know what truly
makes you feel good
in each moment
you exist on this earth.


release your need for freedom
from outside of yourself
and come to know
the liberated being
that came into this world
hell bent
and heaven sent
to drop beauty
and divinity
into the grand mix of existence.
this is not to say
we do not still work towards
freedom in the outside world
but simply that we turn our mission
inwards first and foremost
so that what we seek externally
is primarily known internally.
we cannot change the outer atmosphere
if we do not first change the inner workings
of our body, minds & soul.


let go of the desperation -
the urgency -
the need to control -
we cannot use the same tools
of the oppressor
to free ourselves
from the cavities of oppression.


we are collectively birthing
a new world into being -
a new earth into seeing -
a visionary shifting of realities -
a bridging of dualities -
a merging of common ground -
a resonant sound
of harmony
as the humming
and strumming
of hearts strings
and spirit songs bring
the new and the sacred ancient into focus.


we can practice these new ways of being
in every moment
of every day.
each relation
is an opportunity for elevation
of the human evolution -
this is the revolution.
one sacred relation at a time.
one open heart at a time.
one unobstructed mind at a time.
one awakened soul at a time.
this is our time.
this is the time.
this time.
it will change.
it will.
we have the collective will
combined with the collective spirit
of transformation.


prayers and ritual
hold us in the most trying of times
and now is a time to try
holding prayers and ritual
as a daily practice of being human  -
as a daily practice of human being.


love & prayers from the inside out.
love & prayers from the inside in.
love & prayers from the outside in.
love & prayers.
love.
prayers.


i love me.
i love you.
i love.
love.
&.
prayers. ​
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love yourself fiercely

1/2/2022

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love yourself fiercely : soul poem

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love yourself fiercely.




love yourself so fiercely
that even the moon cries
tears of joy
when it looks upon you -
dancing beneath the light
it casts into the night.


love yourself so fiercely
the stars write songs
with your name penned
into the ‘i love you’s’
as they twinkle and shine
above your head
as you spin
to the ecstasy
of your own bliss.


love yourself so fiercely
that the only thing
you ever miss
is your soul
in those moments
you lose touch
with the breath of life
that lives within your heart. ​

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light seeps in

1/2/2022

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light seeps in : soul poem

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light seeps in.


light seeps in
as dreams
fall forward
into the now.
love exists
because we are.
truth prevails
because we care.
sometimes
we have to
let something go
to make space
for something new.
sometimes the light
ignites a fire
in the heart
and sometimes
the wind fans
the flames
of transformation
so we can burn
that which is ready
to shift form.
light seeps in
from all angles
and changes
all that it touches.
there is much
to witness
in these times.
the external world
mirrors the internal
as we choose
each step we take.
we can make
what we will
out of the ingredients
of the universe.
the stars speak
as they dance
and the moon
enhances
all that it touches.
light seeps in.
can you feel it
in your bones
and in your homes
and in all the corners
of your soul?​

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expansive freedom

30/1/2022

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expansive freedom : soul poem

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expansive freedom.


i drop into the knowing of me
by releasing the knowing of you.


i hold all in a simple and profound
embrace that ties no-one and nothing
to anything other than themselves
and the love the binds us all
as we weave our stories
together and under and over
and around the layers of existence.


i hear the sound of expansion
as hearts drop into themselves
and effortlessly beat in unison
with the pulse of the universe.


dreams become undone
and reworked as beauty and grace
find their way into the crevices
of unchecked and unmarked
places within the human spirit.


rather than quitting
we stay tuned to the harmony
of what it means to commit
to oneself and to life itself.


we come alive in the presence
of one another
and continue to make room
for all that is to come.


breath in and then out -
shifting realities as air enters lungs
and veins move blood
blessed with the sweet nectars of life.


honey drips from the branches
and lips find themselves
reaching towards others
who share in the quest for being
in ways that give way
to the practical desires of the heart.


we shift and move -
we dance and weave -
we strip ourselves bare




as the trees bask in the glory
of who we are in the wild form of humanity.


we recognize the connections
between one and two and two and three -
and we see how we are not separate from nature
but rather completely intertwined
just like our hands as our fingers
find comfort in the way they fit
as we loosen our grip
and create space
for the infinite grace
of lovers in a time
of complex change.


we rearrange the constructs of our minds
so we may see beyond
the conditioned ways
that have kept us tethered
to lives that no longer make sense.


there is immense liberation
when we can immerse ourselves
in the joy of opening
to that which is beyond our comprehension.


did i mention…
expansive freedom is who i am -
it is me in the entirety of my awakened soul.
it is the gold that glows
from behind my eyes
as i learn the wise ways
of days gone past
and days to come.
presently present -
i walk into what it means to be.
expansive freedom.
this is me. ​
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true reciprocity

29/1/2022

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true reciprocity : soul poem

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true reciprocity.

​i spoke of true reciprocity

and then she tells me
she has been ruminating
on this notion
and is curious
as to what it means to me.


true reciprocity,
to me,
is about
the allowance of being.
it’s about seeing
everything at once
yet not trying
to discover
what it all means
before the body mind and soul
are ready to receive.


in essence
there cannot be
reciprocity
without the true.
the true is added
simply for effect
because
there is no reciprocity
that is not so true.


reciprocity happens
without having the mind involved.
it’s the breathing in and out
and back in again
without a thought
of what one is doing
for the other.
yet
there is a part of us
in those moments of breathing
that knows to appreciate
the three parts of the whole.
in.
pause.
out.




pause.
in.
pause.
out.
pause.
reciprocity
knows nothing of keeping score.
it simply just is.
there is give and take
and no-one
or nothing
is minding a tally
to make sure all
is even and fair -
because reciprocity
is about trusting
that all will
arrive time and again
to a place of equitable
harmony.


there is a balance
of needs getting met
and truths being spoken
and words being taken
as seriously
as the souls
that occupy this body.
with a grain of sand
and a pinch of salt -
we hold ourselves
accountable
for the ways our tongues
bring magic to the world.


true reciprocity
is the trees
dropping their leaves
to nourish the earth.
it’s the sap that flows
because it knows
we humans
love to taste
the sweet syrup
as we fortify
ourselves
for the times ahead.


if in the mind
it is ever hard to comprehend -
simply look to the natural world
that surrounds you -
the natural world
that abounds within you -
and it will be easy to see
how you and me
flow together
like the streams and rivers
flow into the ocean and lakes.
there is a balance
of holding on
and letting go -
a knowing
of hearts beating
with some sort of unison
with the very centre
of the earth.
it is death
and it is birth.
it is all
and none
wrapped up
in one.
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most epic poem of 2021

31/12/2021

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light seeps in
as dreams
fall forward
into the now.
love yourself so fiercely
that even the moon cries
tears of joy
when it looks upon you -
dancing beneath the light
it casts into the night.
where does the sun go
when it no longer knows
whose hands hold it
in it’s place in the sky.
we are knee deep in a spiritual crisis.
he asks me
if i’ve had
long term relations.
i’m sorry
for the way
this world is.
i spoke of true reciprocity
and then she tells me
she has been ruminating
on this notion
and is curious
as to what it means to me.
i spare no-one around me
the comfort of living an “ordinary” life.
7 minutes to midnight
eve of the leo full moon
coyotes howl
a familial
familiar cacophony
of the wild calls of nature.
i drop into the knowing of me
by releasing the knowing of you.
stop casting your net wide
before you have truly learned
to hold yourself within your own weave.
you do realize right
that the human experience
is not about fighting?
whatever you choose to do -
do it fully.
every year approximately 7 million people worldwide die
from air pollution related illness & disease.
some people are terrible spellers of this language of english.
we are in the midst of a massive collective baptism
so to speak.
she says to get over it.
not sorry to say
we no longer live in a
“get over it” world.
sometimes it’s the very thing
that we believe to be our lifeline
that is actually the very thing destroying us.
the spirit of humanity reaches
deep into my being
as i stand
hands submerged
in the soapy waters of rose
and kitchen debris -
eyes on the treed horizon
as the sky turns
soft shades of petaled pink.
big cat energy
stalking what once was
stealthing for what is to be
moving silently
on the paws of digression

flashing eyesscanning the horizon
limitless potential
for change
and a world
in constant rearrange.
make no mistake.
when you and i
merge our bodies
to become for a moment in time
united as one -
our essences will mix
and all the opening
that is happening for one
will want to happen for both -
all of the awareness
that exists in one
will want to be the awareness of two.
this has been said a thousand time already
by a thousand different souls
who are neither more or less qualified than me to speak this truth.
she said that someone
told her friend
that orange & red
were not as spiritual
as purple and pink.
we have been force fed
a narrative
that money equals freedom.
i’m tired.
how is it
i wonder
at 4:17am
have i so many times
been relegated
into the position
of the other woman?
shattered.

there is an emptiness insidethat i keep trying to fill
but it doesn’t want to be filled.
there is no true neutral.
we set ourselves up to stay stuck
when we claim to know
how we will feel
in a future situation.
it’s never about loyalty to someone else.
whenever there is a hierarchy at play,
whether spoken of or not -
a space of inequality is created.
why push away
when we could pull in instead.
i cannot fully understand
if dealing with the feelings
that arise from not being included
is just something i never learned
or if perhaps the need to exclude
is a shadow side of humanity
that i am being asked to witness
from the perspective
of the one being excluded
so that i may bring this human trait
to the surface of conscious awareness
so it may be transformed
by the acknowledgement
of how much pain and suffering is created
when one person or one group
or a whole society
chooses to close the doors
on another person or a group
or a whole society.
diamond fire
blaze through my heart
light the dark corners
and the nearly missed crevices
that hold all the secrets
of what it means to be me.
as the rains fall from the sky
and tears drip from my eyes
i feel love slipping away -
loosening it’s grip on my heart.
she assured me
with no doubt in her mind
that not all who cross my path
will know what it means
to love without conditions -
to love without restrictions.
it’s a new moon in aries.
where does the world go
when we try to hide
from our own realities.
today if i were to take
all the advice i like
to doll out
i would say to myself:
“trust when they tell
you deserve more” -
because you do.
until this day -
i was under the impression
that womanizing
was an act of consciousness.
social arsonist -
you will burn yourself
just as much as you burn all else.
how does one
feel such disgust
for the same person
they so recently
trusted with their whole heart.
when an option exists
for forgiveness -
i am not one
to carry hurt
in my heart.
i choose to release
the need to feel
as though the way
people treat me
is a personal affront.
i don’t need fix this
i don’t need to react
i just need to hear them.
in matters of the heart
the only thing worth avoiding
is avoidance itself.
starting on a fresh page,
no lines in sight -
most of us still adhere
to the western rule of left to right.
sometimes liberation
strikes the heart
like a sword of truth
from the very belly
of the earth.
why did you put me on a throne
just to later knock me off?
fuck you for fucking with my heart.
the other woman,
no, he assures me
i am nothing of the sorts -
fully integrated part of the equation.
i thought that if i dated
someone who was friends with my family -
someone who i had known for half my life -
i would be immune to the
“fuck ‘em & chuck ‘em” syndrome
that is so prevalent
in our relational culture these days.
empty the sky
of your tears
dear child.
allow yourself to touch the freedom you know lives in your heart -
the freedom that gives you permission to love even amidst the pain -
to keep your heart wide open even when the shadows scream for it to remain closed.
violet voice of transcendence.
you see me as spiritual.
i asked myself to expand
and his hands
reached for mine
and her hands
became outstretched
on the limbs
of her sacred existence.
as we walk our hearts back to the centre of the earth -
we bring compassion
to the birth place of humanity.
the trees.
you cannot take my light.
moths to a flame.
words without follow through
are empty.
i did not come here to be wrapped in criticism.
have i ever let myself be fully loved?
if i am to claim anything as my own,
i will claim my sacredness.
awareness equals healing.
what does self love have to do with it?
i will be an example of the world
i want to live in.
dear full moon in aquarius,
on this eve,
into this fire,
into these waters,

upon this earth,with the spirit of the land energetically enveloped around me -
i release any and all barriers and/or restrictions
that are hindering any personal fulfilment
of deep and fulfilling community connections,
partnerships of all kinds,
& nourishing relationships based in reciprocity.
i’ve given my love,
the care of my heart
to too many people
who have not known
what to do with it,
who to be with it,
how to care for it.
i want you to know
how beautiful i think you are.
i see your soul shining through
all the expressions
that show up on your face.
unrush yourself.
for me,
sovereignty is being ok with being alone.
i have zero desire to “go into space”
as i am already fully aware
of the magnificence of this human experience
here on earth.
when stardust settles
heart and mind find congruency.
it is only when i forget my connection with nature
that i feel alone,
for how could feel alone
when the trees reach for me
and brush my skin gently
with the tendrils of their arms,
and when they shade me from the sun
on the hottest of days,
asking nothing more from me
than the presence of my being.
anytime i am making a choice
to do something that is out of alignment
with my values,
ultimately,
in that moment,
i am betraying myself.
salt of my sweat
mixes
with salt of my tears
mixes
with salt of the ocean.
stay soft
and
respect the thorn.
if we really knew how much pain
lives inside each one of us,
if we could remember the struggles
that humans encounter in life,
if we could acknowledge our own
and each others suffering
in real ways
and in ways that honour the experience
of that expression of pain
maybe then we could learn to love
our neighbours -
hug our kin that we don’t yet know as kin,
see beyond what some deem sins
and witness each other
as complex creatures
who have all been made
a mess in our societal structures
of racism
and classism
and sexism
and ablism
and capitalism -
these infectious dis-eases of the mind
constantly in effect to manipulate humankind.




*this poem is compilation of the beginning of all the poems i typed onto
my computer this year!















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stay soft

30/8/2021

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stay soft
and
respect the thorn.
learn the velvet
touch of the petal
and
the pierce
of the prick.
heart beams
and
bloodshed
co-exist
just as love
and
pain
remain
constants
in our human
being-ness.
hold the ones
you love
with tenderness
and
great care -
yet let them go
with the same ease
of a breeze
the stirs
the night air.
one can let go
and still be with -
renowned love
glistens with liberation
for the unity
to be true.
profound love
drips freedom
and lets
all parties
exist in the truth
of being untethered
to a roof -
for a roof
holds the love in
while an open top
lets it expand
and touch
the spirit of all matter.
perhaps true love
is simply
the constant act
of letting go -
and
of not knowing -
and
of allowing
the growing
to take place
as it is meant to.


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holding new visions

28/8/2021

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capitalism is destroying the planet.
capitalism is destroying humanity.
capitalism is destroying our spirit.


we have all been complicit in capitalism to some degree, simply from the fact that we, in “western” society have been born into the trappings of this system. we have been sold democracy disguised beneath the dirty shadows of capitalism. we have been told a a story that if we follow our “dreams” we will succeed, yet our dreams have been co-opted by the forces of the unnatural world, rather than in tune with the forces of the natural world. we have been corralled down a certain path, school, jobs, degrees, climbing the corporate ladder, scaling up of our small businesses, the mortgage, the cars, the cottage…most of us don’t even know what it is our soul wants to experience in this life. we grasp at fulfilling a narrative that isn’t even ours. do you understand what this means? it means we aren’t living our own lives. it means we haven’t written the very story we are starring in. we are reading from someone else’s script. we are flooding our minds with lies while we sidestep our own truth.


for years i have held a vision where all of us just say no to this false way of living on earth. where we come together and move beyond this system that tells us we need to rely of them for order, stability, structure and security…as if without this system we would be lost, our lives thrown into chaos, violence and crime erupting all around us. yet, when i look out into the world through these eyes of mine that have cleared enough to see a different truth, i see that the system we live “under” and within, is the very source of what i just mentioned. i see how this political system of “order and control” is creating suffering and illness, hierarchies and divide. i see how it has been put in place to keep certain people at the top and to push an agenda that certainly does not have all humans in mind, let alone the earth that we were all birthed upon. i see that there has to be another way, because this can’t be the way that we were meant to exist with each other on the planet. some people say it’s human nature to seek to control and destroy that which is placed in front of us. i whole heartedly disagree. i see human nature as kind, and peaceful, and loving, and generous. and at the same time, i see the human condition as an entirely different thing.


i believe we as humans, have been conditioned into being the power hungry, dominance seeking, ruthless forces of destruction, and this is the shadow of humanity that we are continuously witnessing play out in front of us and within us. i witness this conditioned shadow alive in me when i find myself wanting to control a situation, when i want to be right at all costs, when i act against what i know to be the core truth of my values. i also recognize the perpetual cycles of past traumatic experiences playing out with me reacting to situations in ways that create more pain and cause more hurt in the world. it pains me to know that i cause more pain in the world, and i don’t say this to get sympathy, i say this simply because it’s the truth of how i feel, and to my expressing the truth of how i feel, is what leads to my own healing, and when i engage in my own healing, i engage in the patterns of healing for the entirety of humanity, and when i engage in the patterns of healing for the entirety of humanity, i cast light into the darkness, allowing more shadows to come out to be acknowledged and healed. i speak of the pain within created by the pain and hurt i spill into the world, as a way to step more fully into my humanity and everything that exists within that, the purity of my nature mixed with the grotesque aspects of my conditioning, mixed with all the trauma, mixed with all the joy and light that lives alongside the dark stones of hardness and cold cutting reactions that i sometimes witness in myself.


capitalism has led us deep into the pitfalls of competition when i believe it to be our true nature to be cooperative and collaborative. capitalism has led us far into the death grips of greed and hoarding of resources when i believe our true to be generous and sharing. capitalism has led us down a dark and rough road of acting in extractive and exploitive ways when i believe our true nature to be naturally reciprocal beings who know the goodness that comes from giving and receiving, offering and consuming. capitalism has led us into very shallow perceptions, very shallow expectations of one another and that it means to be here on earth, when i believe our true nature  is to live deeply rich and fulfilling lives. capitalism has done it’s best to disconnect us all from the very sprit of what it means to be a human being amongst this miraculous universe and upon this extremely beautiful and magical earth, when i believe our true human nature to be so intertwined with the spirit of all things that we need not see spirit as something outside of ourselves, but instead something that is alive and well and the very core of who we are.


and so while i do truly believe that capitalism (oh and let me be clear, i am talking about colonial patriarchal capitalism, capitalism in it’s true nature is not necessarily exploitive & driven by greed and dominance and control) is destroying the planet, humanity and spirit, i also believe we are moving towards an entirely different way of being on this planet and in relation to each other and i see it as a merging of indigenous ways with a visionary way of being that is attuned to our human evolution as our awareness and consciousness continues to expand and have space for the persistence of healing. i am personally committed to acting and living in ways that hold true to this vision, while i dedicate my own life to healing, learning how to be in better reciprocal relationships with any and all, and taking great care and showing great honour to the earth that holds my feet steady and my heart in a space of love. and so it shall be. ​
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the rose has a thorn

8/11/2020

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amidst the beauty
of petals unfurling
a thorn waits patiently
down the stem
to remind us all
that you cannot
have victory
without the pain
that comes from
penetrating the heart
with the truth
as all illusions
become unveiled.


we are one step ahead
and three steps behind
where we could be
if we let
the world be
in all of it’s natural diversity.


we are one step ahead
and four steps sideways
at a time
of great upheaval.
 
are we willing to remember
what it means to surrender
to that which
seeks no hold on control
and at the same time
be reminded
that if we do not
move towards liberty
freedom & justice
for all -
all we really do
is stay trapped
in the makings
of colonial conditions
as power over
gets wielded
in the name of forward motion
towards “progress” & “developement”.


as some would say,
this late game stage
of capitalism
is nearing the point of no return -
it’s crashing & crumbling
but no-one really wants you to know this -
and barely a soul
will be able to hold
onto the way of life
we walk in today.


things are changing
slowly and quickly -
in small ways and with great vastness -
we are collectively
being asked
by forces much grander
than any kind of political system,
to move beyond this phase
of disaster making
so we can step directly
into the unknown
intricate workings of the mystery.


are you with me still?
can you let your finger
be pricked by the thorn
so your own life force
can be released
into the energies
of transformation?


can you allow yourself
the chance to wake up
to a new way being
and a new way of seeing
and a new way of imagining
a way of life
on this planet
that honours & respects
the sacredness of all existence?








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expanding

9/10/2020

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“If we aren’t in love, what are we?” she asked finally.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
“You really don’t think we’re in love?”
“Time matters to love. It’s what changes everything.”
“Then what is this feeling?”
“It’s the wanting to be in love, I believe.” - excerpt from If We Aren’t In Love by Evan L. Klein


This conversation makes me wonder how many times I’ve confused the wanting to be in love, with the actuality of being in love, or even if it’s possible to want something that doesn’t already exist. I have a strong notion that whatever it is we want in the world, is already in existence, already within our grasp, if we could just find the way to open to it, to let it in. I feel that there is no difference between this concept of “being in love” and simply being love. If we are being love, in our everyday existence, how would it be possible not to be in love with all we come into contact with. Once we come to a place with being in love with life, with existence itself, then we are in love with everything.


Of course there are times when we encounter another soul with whom we experience this love towards, only to find that it’s not reciprocated. Not everyone is loving on the same levels or in the same way that we are. This doesn’t mean that our love for that person is futile or a waste of energy. One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned over time is that to express or experience love without it being returned or reciprocated, or even received, still builds love within myself. In this sense, the love that we send out to another person, who perhaps isn’t in a place to receive it, can have a boomerang effect, coming back to land in our own hearts again - allowing us to experience, if we will, a greater sense of self love. Mostly we end up loving another person for what they bring out in us, whether it’s a feeling of opening up, expanding or blossoming, or a reflection we see in them that shines a light on a part of ourselves that we may have ignored until that point of seeing it in them - this is an amazing gift in itself, regardless of whether the outcome of that loving feeling results in the scenario that we’ve projected into the moment.


My father once said that we don’t get to choose who we fall in love with, but we do get to choose who we spend our lives with. Therefore, I feel that we can live our lives in love with all that comes onto our path, yet we get to choose how we foster those relationships. We can love it all, and still have the choice on how we will express that love. Not all love leads to intimacy. Some love is expressed and felt from afar - where there is no chance to delve into the intimate connection that the energy of love could potentially foster - but that doesn’t mean that love itself doesn’t exist in that situation - it is ever present, regardless of any actions or inactions.


Over the last few years, I’ve done a lot of self study on the topic of relationships. One such piece of information that stands out is the idea of whether a person can fall out of being in love. Many of us have been on the giving or receiving end of this comment: “I love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore”. An article I read ages ago, stated that the author, who is the founder of The Relationship School and creator and host of The Relationship School podcast, believes this statement to be utter bullshit. He feels that this statement is a complete cop-out of facing our own blocks around the concept of love and intimacy. In a similar vein of truth as my own around there being no difference between being “in love” and “being love” itself, this statement really only reflects our inability to hold the concept of love as something that simply exists and can change in the way it manifests over time, as far as how it makes us feel and how we react to it, depending on our own path of growth and what traumas and blockages we encounter along the way.


One thing that often comes up and is spoken alongside that first statement of “I love you but I’m not in love with your anymore” is the idea that “something is missing”. I’ve also been on the receiving end of that statement. Upon some deep inner reflection, I’ve found that the thing that is most often missing, is the willingness and ability to show up to that person in an authentic and vulnerable way - so in essence, what is missing, is the truth. What is missing is the ability to access and witness the absolute core of that other person, or perhaps the ability to access and witness the absolute core of who we are.  From my experience, usually, by the time a relationship has reached the point where this conversation arises, both people in question have slowly been shutting down and putting up walls, creating a lack of vulnerability and authenticity. It’s common and normal for this to happen as most of us carry a lot of our past experiences into the present moment and can easily confuse the fear and hurt that is born from past trauma, with what is happening in the present moment. But just because it is common and normal, doesn’t mean that we have to stay living within these detrimental cycles and patterns.


I believe people come into our lives to help teach us things about ourselves so that we can show up in the world as the most true versions of who we are beyond all of the conditioning, expectations and wounds (both big and small) that have been inflicted upon us since the time we incarnated into this human form. I’ve found that three of the most important tools to carry with me and use on a regular basis are patience, compassion and grace. Not only are these tools handy to have when relating with other people, they are also extremely handy when it comes to relating to ourselves.


I had a teacher once tell me that an easy route to self compassion was to practice compassion with others. This might seem like a backwards route to take, because we may question how we could have compassion for another before we can feel it for ourselves, but if we look at the notion that most of us are way harder on ourselves than we are on anyone else, trying to start with self compassion would be the biggest challenge.  What I have found through this practice of developing compassion for others, is that I have ignited, and over time deepened my self compassion simply by experiencing the feeling towards others. This works for me because I have a strong notion that on an energetic level, every single thing that exists in this universe is intricately connected. So, when I practice compassion for another, in essence, at the same time, I am also practicing self compassion.


Two of the people that I am closest to at this time in my life (and have been for quite some time!) have recently said things that kind of surprised me, but at the same time reaffirmed that the tools I have been working with for many years have not been used with futility. One of these people said that she feels I am the most patient person she knows. Wow, I take that as a giant compliment, and attribute it to many years of consciously choosing to walk the path of patience and understanding. One of the things that has helped me on this path is the choice to come from a place of responding, rather than reacting. This leads into the tool of grace. With choosing to use grace as a tool in my life, my understating of the importance of slowing down and accessing my true feelings in a situation, has resulted in me being much less reactive. My sister (one of the people I am closest to) and I were discussing a situation and whether the person in question would be bothered if we chose to move forward with our plan, and I said, “well, if it was me in that situation, I feel like I would be grateful that you made that choice and did that thing” and she said “well, yeah, but you are quite an exception”. I don’t know if she knows how much that touched me, for her to recognize the way that I generally respond to life in a non reactive manner really meant a lot to me. I feel it touched me in a particularly strong way because she is also one of the people in my life who reflects back to me all of the places in myself that I have yet to find compassion for. Family members are really great at this!


To loop back to the beginning, tying it all together - all of these practices and tools that I use, have helped me come to a place of experiencing love as a never ending energetic source. We cannot want to “be in love” if we are already ‘being love”. We cannot fall out of love, if we are love itself.


This post was written in April 2019...since I'm in a constant space of transformation, I'm not sure if all of these words ring true to my heart still...but they are there and I figured I'd share them!


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unity

13/9/2020

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Dear Women & Femmes of the World


We are not here to compete.
WE are are take the notion of competition and make it obsolete.


There is more than enough love to share between the hearts and souls of us all.
And this love that I speak of is standing tall in our own sense of self worth.


This love is the love we can feel when we open to the abundance of our sprits co-existing.
We are spiritual in nature, and at the same time, we have been given the opportunity; the choice to experience this life as psychical beings.
We are able to connect to the source and see that there is enough love in this universe for both you and me.
We can drop the thoughts that arise out of fear;  they are doing nothing but creating our own demise.
Drop the lies we’ve told ourselves and had battered into our minds.
Drop the idea that we must fight for the right to be loved and cherished and treated like the divine beings that we are.


We must remember, RIGHT NOW to start seeing ourselves and each other as one another.
We have all been born with the light in our hearts that is in itself true love.
WE are here to share this blessed opportunity that is so rare.
To step away from separation into true unity.


I remind you!
WE are not here to compete.
WE are here to take the notion of competition and make it obsolete.


We are here to stand…hand upon hand upon hand,
giving and receiving, in perfect balance with the universal forces of this star creation.


We are here to sit, arm in arm, in arm, in arm.
Re-framing the picture in our minds to blur the lines of yours and mine.


We are here to love with all that our hearts have to give.
To live in harmony and bliss.
I choose to seal myself to this fate with a tender kiss.
I choose to relate with sense that there is indeed enough love to go around.
I choose to stand upon this ground and feel the love that pulses forth from the Earth herself.


I choose love.
That is the choice that I have made.
I’ve laid in the sweet embrace of universal love.

poem circa 2016/2017 - felt like a good time to remember the importance of unity. 




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ashes & birch

8/9/2020

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rising from the ashes
the birch song can be heard
on the wind as it winds its way
through leaves and trees
still standing after the fires
took their rage
and spilled it on the land.
the sound of wings overhead
as birds fly beyond the eye of the storm.
rising rising rising.
gentle overtones of melodies
amongst the living and the newly dead.
death and rebirth
will continue to flourish -
cycles never ending
only changing and shifting
and drifting down gullies
as streams and rivers
run wild over rocks and stones
and pebbles and gold.
the birch song takes hold
in the hearts of those who walk
softly and gently upon the earth -
and those too who dance fervently
and with abandon of inhibitions.
we can visit those who have gone beyond
by opening to the knowing
of all and none,
of one and all,
of energy that never leaves,
never ceases to exist.
deep drumming and thrumming
resonating beneath the dirt
below our feet -
roots tangled with the wild abandon
of the call of the soul
as it dances and dreams -
whirling and spinning -
opening to give and to receive -
unlearning to believe again. ​
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How to Dismantle Your Inner Capitalist.

8/8/2020

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​First things first, stop buying shit just for the sake of buying shit.


Get real with yourself about what you are spending your money on. Know where your dollars are going.


Begin to understand that everything you buy has it’s own story attached to it - are you willing to hear the story of whatever it is you are buying?  Or would it be more convenient to not hear the story because it might ruin your buyers high?


Imagine we all immediately ceased purchasing new items. Imagine the impact this would have on the global constructs of capitalism. Just imagine. Imagine how much more valuable everything you currently own would become, knowing that there would be no replacing it with a new item. Imagine how we would begin to move more towards fixing items, up-cycling items, re-using items. Imagine the ingenuity that would ensue.


Could we commit to a world where we weren’t always upgrading our technology, our vehicles, our wardrobes, mostly just for the fuck of it, because we can?!?


Could we give up bigger and better and faster and “more efficient”, for smaller and good enough and slower and “maybe I don’t need that”?


Imagine a life of equity, where everyone on this planet had exactly what they NEED to live a good healthy life.


We don’t all need the same things.


We probably know that by now.


We are unique beings with unique needs.


Some of us have more than we need. Some of have way less than we need. Some of us have a little bit more than we need. Some of us have almost enough of what we need. Some of us have way more than we could ever imagine needing.


Here in the north western hemisphere, we are mostly all sick with a nasty, virile dis-ease called capitalism. Perhaps capitalism is a direct result of colonialism. Perhaps colonialism is direct result of the patriarchy. Perhaps the patriarchy is a direct result of the loss of connection to spirit. Perhaps the loss of connection to spirit is a direct result of the burning, hanging, & drowning of the “witches” way back when. Perhaps cultural genocide has been perpetuated so as to eradicate anything or anyone who might stand in the way of capitalistic takeover. Perhaps or perhaps not. The history in my mind is certainly different than the history I learned in school.


One things I do know for sure - we are neck deep in a crisis of the spirit. I say neck deep because the neck is directly related to the throat. Most of us have major imbalances of the throat. We are either over-talkers, or scared shitless of speaking our mind aloud. We all have our own reasons for this common human condition of throat imbalance.


Imagine as we balanced our throats, we learned to listen better.


Imagine we started to listen to the spirit that exists in all things.


Imagine we could sit quietly and still enough to hear the murmurings of our own spirits.


Imagine that having a connection to spirit fulfilled us in ways that buying shit we don’t need ever could.


Imagine we learned to listen better.


To the trees and the streams and the earth beneath our feet.


Imagine we began to learn about the sacredness of all life.


Imagine we started to act in ways that honoured the sacredness of all life.


Imagine we lived in ways that looked beyond what the eyes can see.


Imagine we learned to truly feel again.


Imagine a human species that was no longer de-sensitized to destruction and violence.


Imagine we actually felt the suffering of our brothers, our sisters, our neighbours.


Imagine what we would do if we truly felt that suffering.


Imagine we began to act in more ways that brought relief and care and resources to our suffering brothers, sisters & neighbours, because we began to realize that when one suffers, we all suffer.


Imagine a world where we didn’t simply try to save one another, and instead took the time and care to learn what the other needs, and then we shared what we could based on their true needs, and our true ability to give.


Imagine a world where all human’s were considered gifts.


Imagine a world where all human’s gifts were of equal value and worth to the collective whole.


Imagine that time became the new currency, because at least in each day, we all have the same amount.


Imagine what you would do with your time if it became the most valuable thing you had.


Now, if you can, go do that.


Time is already the one true currency that we share.


Time is already the most valuable thing each one of us has.


Our intangible human gifts are the things that will make this world turn into a better version of itself than is currently present, if they are so freely given, as they have been given to each one of us to bring forth into this world.


Perhaps it is the gifts of our human spirit that will burn the wobbly constructs of capitalism to the ground - if we so dare use them.


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renewing vows.

30/7/2020

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pop over to the poetry book page to get yourself a copy of this entire e-book. 
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what is the purpose of ego?

1/4/2020

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what is the purpose of ego?


the ego is one of the vehicles with which we use a force to “drive”, “propel”, “move” through life.


when connected to the heart, the spirit, the body, the mind - the ego works in a balanced manner.


it is neither good nor bad.


it simply just is, in it’s natural & balanced state.


the ego serves to inspire forward movement, or movement towards one’s playing/acting out of one’s purpose.


it we were to live without ego at all, we would come to a standstill, and while some try to attain an egoless state, this is impossible in the human form.


if we try to erase a part of ourselves, we do just that - we sever a piece of us that is here and part of us as an ally, an in integral part of who we are in our wholeness.


the key with ego is to be able to come to place where the ego is balanced with the rest of our being - where it is a piece of the whole - welcome to be integrated with all the other aspects of what create the totality of our humanness.


let the ego and the heart speak to one another.


let the ego and the soul dance with one another.


let the ego and the body be kind to one another.


let the ego and the spirit play with one another.


let it be. kind. heartfelt. spirited & free. let it be. let it be. let it be.


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earth service.

31/3/2020

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sometimes i sob
as i remember by commitment
to being of service to the earth
and to humanity as a whole -
sometimes my hearts aches
with all the pain
i step into
for the collective healing of the world.
sometimes my mind widens
with thoughts of compassion and grace -
as i face all the demons that still exist within.
sometimes the verses cannot be seen -
or the songs cannot be heard,
just as the curses & the blessings cannot be explained
with words in a language
that is disconnected from the earth itself.
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spiralling inward.

29/3/2020

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i came to this life with love in my heart and deep peace in my soul. 
as things unfolded, 
i began to lose myself. 
i began to be transformed into what my family and society wanted me to be. 
i listened to them because i cared about them,
more than i cared about me. 
i gave myself away so many times - 
parts of myself being scattered into the world,
for others to hold as they saw fit. 
and then one day, 
with a heavy heart and a confused mind,
i was reminded - 
i began to remember who i came here to be - 
i began to see myself from the inside out - 
and so my journey back to myself was ignited - 
the fire of my life now burns bright.
​i am the light. 
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