Autumn is slowly drawing to a close, with the winter solstice around the corner.
Our walks are getting more wet and muddy. The sky displays gorgeous and ever changing artwork reflecting the light of the sun, hiding somewhere behind the clouds…
Dear friends,
I hope you are well and that you are enjoying Autumn wherever you are.
I’m now getting ready for my next 6 day workshop which will start in exactly a week from now.
My last workshop at Emerson College was in early June. It was the end of Spring, the days were longer and the promises of a hot summer were in the air. The temperature was going up, the natural world was in bloom and all the insects were very busy.
Now it’s Samhain – A time to celebrate the spirits, past and present – Halloween is in only a few days and Autumn is definitely here. The trees have shed their leaves, the insects activity has slowed right down, getting ready for winter. It’s the opposite time of the year.
I love receiving emails from previous workshop attendees. I love reading your stories and how animal communication may have enhanced your connection with the natural world and the animals in your life.
Staying still, saying nothing,
Even when I’m dying to.
But Think. Think: Consequences
Before she even attempts
To articulate your thoughts.
We went to the Royal Albert Hall yesterday. It was the first time I had ventured to this mythical venue.
The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Ravi Shankar… just to drop a few names amongst the many great musicians who have blessed this place by their presence.
The place worked its magic on me, as I discovered a little gem. I discovered Gustav Holst.
Hello my dear friends,
I hope you are all well and that you all enjoyed Spring, Summer and the Autumn Equinox, wherever you are!
Here life is like the tide. In and out. Gentle rolling waves. Storms. Winds. Then deep, blue and calm again. My thoughts and ideas are like seagulls. Sometimes they blend in the scenery, with just a few passing comments. Sometimes they shout too loud or steal my chips.
I have left everything behind. Twice.
Most people in my previous situations wouldn’t have done it…
Bruce:
Bruce was sitting in his office.
He was thinking about the meaning – or lack of – in his life.
All the sacrifices he had made for something bigger than himself…
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had pink hair, green eyes and loved stripes.
She wanted to become a writer so she could write stories about clouds turning into dragons, teapots filled with green smoke and horses living in a magic forest ruled by a panther, ridden with trolls and elves.
Why do we always feel that we have to work hard on ourselves? On our relationships with others? On our job? Well, on everything. Why do we believe that everything has to be hard work? Why can’t we allow ourselves to deserve an easier way?
Why do we believe so hard in the “no pain, no gain” motto. Why not being easy on ourselves and allowing ourselves to take the easy route so we can fully relax into it and enjoy it, instead of choosing pain and hardship?
