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Spiral Moon Crafts, Huntingdon (2025)

01/08/2025

Welcome August
Seasonal Blessings to all, as the festival of Lughnasadh arrives,

May your baskets fill as the first of the harvest starts to be gathered, the land is plentiful, we are filled with a sense of amazement and gratitude at the ease with which nature provides so much, for so little in return.

In a world where there is so much unnecessary lose and pain, it seems all the more poignant that we stop and appreciate the gifts Mother Nature offers. For those of us that have the freedom to go out and gather from hedgerows, allotments and gardens, fields and woods, it is hard not to take our rich soils, and space enough for trees and plants, animals, birds and insects, for granted. For they are one of our greatest gifts.

I came across an image recently, a single child and his mother, delicately picking dried shrivelled berries off just one lone bush, their faces intent, but so happy at such a tiny offering, despite standing against a background, of dusty, barren landscape, drowned and buried by the destruction of the wars of men. Such a contrast to our Crab Apple trees overflowing with fruit, branches bowing under their weight. Wayward Bramble Briars, prickly and full of ripening berries and Damsons hanging like clusters of grapes, and all these are free for us to forage.

Let us then celebrate the Season, the Farmers and the Harvest, celebrate what we have. Nature has a way of grounding us, the enormity of what she does and the vastness of the area she covers, means everything else pales into insignificance. My little vegetable garden fills hours of my summer days, nurturing and caring for plants that will end up becoming part of us, they are the basic element of our survival, the energy absorbed through roots and leaves, becomes bound in to our DNA. The land provides under Mother Natures guidance, with out her we would all be in that barren and dusty landscape. She can be both the angry Lioness, proud and bold, or still waters of an undisturbed pond.… Forgiveness is part of her success, for when we step back and stop defiling the earth, she quickly and quietly rebuilds, to sustain and support again.

So when you wander down the lanes or city streets, stop and pause a moment, listen to the Sparrows chatter in the hedgerows, or the Starlings gathering on the telephone lines. See the Dandelion standing proudly between the paving slabs and the Spiders web woven between the street lamp and its post. Look to the skies for the Hawk circling the church spire, or the rustle of Squirrels running through the woodland floor.

See the ripples on the pond as the little Moorhen chick dives underwater to avoid detection, popping up at the other end, gazing intently as we walk past. Watch baby Rabbits playing happily around the edge of the fields, while Mice look on, a little bewildered, as what seems to be a Giant Mechanical Dragon, grunts and rumbles across its field, eating the tall wheat, that once provided its own miniature forest of cover.

Take a moment to breath in the season, let it fill your lungs with fresh aspirations, open your heart to the bending lines of energy that swirls between the trees and flowers, each one playing in harmony with the scents and colours that resinate from every singular living entity. Like lay lines that have spilled up through the crakes of parched Summer earth, escaping on to the breeze, to drift out across the land. This sensation transports us from the hear and now, into the higher realm. Entwining with our inner self, the part of us that has walked this land through millennia. The antiquarian veins, that we share with Mother Nature open us up, so we can relearn what we have forgotten, delving into wisdoms carried through generations of ancestors, to be shared again, through story, verse and song, celebrating how to live our lives in peace, with all that grows, lives and breaths along side us, harmoniously and with humble compassion.

We are “Ancient Souls’ in “Earth Forms", part of the great Universe, navigators of paths that travers the Cosmos. We simply need to remember. Remember that, along side our day to day tasks, we can still reach in and find an inner peace. One that once lite, has the ability to ignite others around us, building a chain reaction, that is capable of creating a beautiful and deep seated shift for the better.

Allow the inner child to escape, dance in the Sun Light and contemplate under the Moon, and brush away the dull words of those who always seek for more, when less will do. .

This quote seemed so right for today. Wise words spoken with grace.

”World peace must develop from inner peace.
Peace is not just mere absence of violence.
Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human
compassion.” Dalai Lama

20/06/2025

Solstice Celebrations, Embracing Summer and Honoring Nature

June brings vibrant colours, and aromas of Lavender and Roses, the garden is fully awaken and dancing to Earth's vibrations, sunlight dominates the days, and wildlife encompasses the abundance of fresh shoots and leaves. The weeping boughs of the Willow Tree looks like it has had a bad haircut, sculpted by the local Muntjac, and our old Apple Tree is already starting to bend under the weight of its swelling fruits, by the look of the hedgerows and orchards, this year is going to be a bountiful crop.

Spring made her Pledge and Summer was born of it. Mother Nature is fully awake and casting her magic throughout the land. The Sun in turn is radiant offering up the Summer Solstice to compliment the season, the longest day, a time when the Earth seems to pause, hovering in a moment of silent contemplation.

Solstice comes from the Latin word Solstitum meaning “Sun stands still”. Although there is no physical pause, there is a sentiment at this time of year when the turning of the earth, captures the immenseness of the sky. Reminding one of the timeless enormity we are part of. Not one single form surviving alone, but a huge living, breathing, organic mass that embraces everything in its arms, where the relevance of time itself becomes utterly inconsequential. It is only us whom put such an importance on time and its passing.

For I do not think the Song Thrush that sings every morning on the wall outside our window, gives much credence to “time", rather simply celebrating the sun as it creeps up over the horizon. Which makes it seem slightly amusing, that we put so much importance on the Sun's arrival and departure at the Summer Solstice, when really, we should be like the Song Thrush and celebrate every sunrise with our own song.

There is so much sadness and fear in our world today, we could be forgiven for forgetting the beauty and wonder that flows across the land. and I will not sit here and tell you what you already know. Rather let us manifest these feelings into something more positive, and focus our thoughts to those whom have the ability to make the right changes, so they may trade ego, for compassion, and view the world as one, so creating a future that is connected and respectful, to all that share this beautiful home we call Earth, and show empathy and kindness to those that walk it now, for they are our future..

Let Nature take your hand, for this is an amazing time of year, there is a carefree attitude aboard the fields and woodlands, a most infections joyfulness. The warmth of the Sun lifts our spirits, the ancestors whisper playful anecdotes on the breeze, and the land sings. Our sense of adventure is tantalisingly inspired.

The Druids call the Summer Solstice, Alban Hefin, “the light of Summer” these words flow from the tongue like liquid Honey, a golden amber gift, that was born from a community that works in harmony with each other. Teamwork is the key to their success, each Bee knows precisely what to do, there intricate ability to communicate with each other, and the artistry they create with in their hive, is simply extraordinary, so small but so clever.

As I walk the wilder paths, I feel honoured to glimpse the Fallow Deer through the shaded woodland, their chestnut brown coats, reflecting shafts of light that slide between a lush green canopy, contrasted by swaths of purple Foxgloves, that are scatter around ancient moss coated tree stumps, a shy Fawn peers around its mothers legs wary of the intrusion, they raise their heads, study us a while and then move a litter further away. In contrast, the young squirrels show a confident courageousness, as they mischievously bound from branch to branch, occasionally peering down at my stoic pup, who bravely battles the desire to chase these furry athletes, you can almost hear him sigh in resigned knowledge, that he must resist and stay by my side.

Above the woodland a cloudless sky is home to a couple of buzzards, spiralling and circling, playing on the thermals, weightless in their movements as they embrace the air, oblivious to the crows incessant mobbing. The hedgerows are full, the Wild Garlic has given way to the delicately scented Dog Rose, tall swaying Cow Parsley, Buttercups and Ox Eye Daisy's, creating an evocative pallet of colour.

All designed to stimulate the senses and heighten our awareness of the impact Summer has on us, the windows and doors are thrown open, summer breezes give light relief, to the Sun's domination of the skies. Long days allow us hours more of exploring the outside, meditating in the cradle of Nature's gentle hands, where we feel a sense of belonging.

Welcome the Summer Solstice, and work with the raised energies it brings, let it not just be a respect and recognition of the passing of the Solstice, but instead embrace it. For it brings with it, greater spiritual awakening, and so many opportunities. All the foundations we have laid throughout Winter and Spring, now simply needing care and nurturing, to enable them to burst forth.

Like clay manipulated in the artist hands, allow the free flow of creativity, explore the images that flit in and out of one's peripheral vision, be guided by them, and mould them in to something more, like a Golem rising out of the earth, or an Egregor, a thought form, born out of love and kindness, and watch it grow into something truly strong and beautiful.

Wishing all Love Light and Solstice Blessing

01/05/2025

And so, In to May we step
Wishing you Beltane Blessings - Spring be in your soul

May has arrived. Spring is so full and vibrant, blossom heavy in both colour and scents, which come to us in waves, as we amble along the hedgerows and paths. Every day brings surprises, the Cow Parsley not yet in flower, almost grows before our eyes, Dandelion and Daisy, Cowslips and the delicate Rosemary flowers, oh and how can we forget the Bluebells, carpeting the woodlands in a blanket of deepest ocean blue..

This year I was lucky enough to go and visit family in Utah, Spring still reaching out, but just a little slower in the mountains than down in the valley…… The air heavy with a freshness that chills the lungs, and mountain tops still draped in the last of the seasons snow. A landscape so full of contrasts, stretching for miles and miles, an unimaginable immenseness, that makes the heart sing, even here Spring has risen, Cherry blossom vivid and full, and a display of Tulips that explode like a flaming pallet, across a well tended park, framed by waterfall and mountains..

Eagles sour in the blue skies above, and frogs croaking there songs across the lake, know as the Boreal Chorus frog, both proving illusive to the eye of the camera… Ground Squirrels the most opportune of scavengers, scamper by, longing eyes willing you to share an apple core or some other equally tasty delight.

Such a diverse landscape the flats of Salt Lake City, cradled by the Wasatch and Oquirrh mountain ranges, contrasting from smooth light greys, to dark craggy granite faces, and burnt orange rusts, cast out from the Earths core, so vast and formidable, leading the imagination to wander, perhaps a chance encounter with Illusive predators, Wolf and Bear, maybe even an infamous Sasquatch or “Bekee Nitsaw” to the Navajo, roaming the canyons and caves…

Back at home the Horse Chestnut, in a mater of a few weeks, has gone from bare branches, where the Pigeons and Crows squabbled over hollowed out hideaways in its impressive canopy, to now being adorned with vast five fingered leaves, supporting the upright creamy white blossom, that is so distinctive, like upside down candelabras , whom by Autumn will have transformed, to the delight of young children, in to the distinctive Conkers, that will again cover the earth below its boughs…

Spring brings a tantalising assault on the senses in the most touching of ways. The abundance of the earth, exploding out after months of silent waiting. I often hear some say that Beltane is the beginning of summer, to me this is not so, lying between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice, Spring is still working its magic, buds and young leaves only just unraveling them selves, the nakedness of winter, replaced with the innocent enthusiasm of Spring, Mother Natures truly awake and casting her spell far and wide. Even we, whom often are the cause of her destruction, can not hold her back.

Purposely focused, across the land she treads leaving beauty in her wake. How deep her influence flows beyond the the grasp of mortal men, who’s sight only look forward toward the next year or two, perhaps a decade or more. In comparison, Mother Natures influence, so strong and determined, embraces a millennia of cycles, each similar but dynamically diverse at the same time. In actuality, for Mother Nature what is time, but a human term, for to her, the turning of the seasons, the cycle of the world, is continuous, ever changing and ever flowing..

I hope that you too are able to hold Springs vibrance in your heart, dance with her as she unfolds before your eyes, and understand that you are part of this flow, as you reach out and touch the mysticism of the season. It can be as simple as closing your eyes, breathing deeply, and imagining the sunlight dancing across your eyelids, just as shafts of light filter through the Spring Woodland, and perhaps if you are lucky, you may catch a glimpse of the Wild Folk, as they too gather to celebrate the season. For our Earthform is more connected than we give it credit. We are of the soil, and to the soil we will return..

Let Spring bring you all that it is made of, to enlighten and connect you with every step and breath you take…..

20/03/2025

Welcoming Spring, Balance and Growth
Wishing you Equinox Blessings

The wheel turns and a new day dawns. I watch the sun slowly rising over the horizon, each day a little earlier, this morning a frost still manages to grasp the land, aided by the easterly wind whose embrace has the ability to take your breath away, so we may be forgiven to think we are still held in the Clasp of Winters chilly stillness. But ….. by mid morning the frost has departed, a new warmth filters down, a change is occurring that no one can suppress..

Spring is a time of growing and giving, a time of new life and fresh starts.. The Spring Equinox brings everything in to balance, in the most vibrant and beautiful way. We are able to not only see, but feel, hear and touch the shift in vibrations. The world around us so needs this balance right now, The equinox reminds us to suppress our egos and look more sincerely in to how we act and what we do, to allow growth in the right places, and avoid setting our expectations to high, or to low.. Nor should we feel worn down by the narcissistic, and inwardly selfish aspirations of those whom have become corrupted by power, who have forgotten the meaning of honesty and compassion, and have lost sight of the value and beauty in appreciating the simple things, which cost nothing more the opening up the senses, and embracing every aspect of Spring.

There is such a positiveness in this time of year, that brings promise to all our endeavours. Every where we turn there are clues to the changing season. The strengthening Sun’s rays reach down and kiss the Earth, with such innocent intent, that Mother Nature is fully awakened from her deep slumber, stretching, she exhales the last of Winters slow and shallow breath, her rhythm shifts, her senses illuminated, she arises and gives birth to Spring..

Snowdrops now step back, giving way to Daffodils and Primroses, Buds form on bare branches, and the Blackthorn is adorned with the most perfectly formed delicate white flowers. The spidery tendrils of the witch hazel flowers contrast there smooth and bare twiggy branches. The Gorse bushes seem to hang with the weight of bright yellow flowers, filling the air with the faintest scent of coconuts, intermingled with a burst of purple Heather.

Birds sing in unison, there tunes slowly rising in tempo, as they embrace the seasons change, an anticipation of partnerships and young. The warming soil brings out Slugs and Snails, there shiny trails a give away to any discerning observer, and Worms venture closer to the surface. Jenny Wren so tiny, so quick, starts the task of repairing last years nest, her little beak carries oversized clumps of moss and tiny twigs, which she then delicately and carefully weaves into its walls

Ripples on the ponds surface attract unwanted attention toward the watery dwellers from a passing Heron, who lands quietly, silvery grey feathers melt in to the shadowy shallows, almost invisible as he waits, statue still, so very patiently, for an unsuspecting victim to wander too close, unaware of the danger above, they are plucked out of the water with lightning speed.

A lone butterfly appears out of nowhere, perhaps a little too eager in its explorational endeavours. While above the Buzzard circles playfully on high, ever vigilant, mobbed by Crows, who’s mischievous nature means they are always busy doing something.! In the dark crevice of the wall Spider watches, her web has expanded, taking advantage of new growth, glinting with spiralled reflections of morning light, ever waiting in the shadows, she too senses a shift.

Hares normally so shy and solitary, can be glimpsed gathering in small groups, a quick chase, a forage and another chase, playfully sizing up each other. Muscular and agile, there long slender ears alert to our approach, taking off across the field, there retreating forms slowly melt back into the landscape, now invisible to the human eye.

Wild Deer leap with ease through the wooded glade, there movements only given away by the rustle of twigs and fallen leaves. Fox has a new spring to his stride, surveying the hedgerow, as shafts of sunlight fall through the branches, reflecting off his rich chestnut coat, so vibrantly that you almost expect him to leave trails of dancing flames in his wake.

On warmer days Bees tentatively begin investigating the world beyond their Winter confines, circling the hive, exploring a little, befor returning again, as each day goes by more venture out, their welcome hum, a true symbol of Springs returning power.

So though off any doubts you may carry, let the breeze take them away. Embrace the Spring Equinox with open arms, reach out and touch the shimmering eloquence of what she offers, feel the seasons vibrations pull the hart strings that guide your soul. Be at one with the ebb and flow of the season, allow her to lift you up and re kindle the vital life force that fuels every essence of your mortal form, so it is filled with anticipation, and compassion. Invoke the powers that swirl at the very epicentre of the Equinox, allow it to nurture and invigorate the seeds you plant, so you can take joy in watching them transform, as they grow and manifest in to some thing truly magical.

Be Blessed, be free, be wild of heart.

31/01/2025

Imbolc Blessing - When the Snowdrops rise the Season starts to ripple and shimmer, deep down under the surface a change is occurring……..

There is a shift beneath the soil and a new scent upon the breeze, though Winter still dominates the lands, its hold is lessening day by day. An ebb and flow of energy rekindles the memory of Spring, as the first green shoots grant a gift of pure white, delicately formed flowers. The first Snowdrops bravely stand sentinel to observe the departing season, Winter is not quite gone, until the Snowdrops head bows even deeper, as they start to fade, there beautiful but brief yearly visit drawing to a close, it is then that Winter finally gives way to spring, and the Snowdrops gracefully return back down in to the waiting soil, ready to come back even bigger and stronger, when they next season calls them up.

Nature is the pinnacle of balance and collaboration, she is the essence of what life truly is, her contemplation and understanding of the rhythms of the Earth, the Sun, the Moon, the immenseness of her wisdom, is the only thing that truly sustains us. Our clumsy steps through all of her creations can often be the cause of discord, jarring at her very heart strings.

If we, as humans really want to continue sharing an existence in her domain, then we need to remember the simplicity of Natures symphony. If we clash, separate and destroy every thing we deem unnecessary, or build, tunnel, reap and pillage needlessly, then we upset this delicate balance, be it among our own species, or from the land around us..

We have high expectations of what we can not do with out, so those of us that live in a place where we take basics such as water and electricity for granted, and then experience storms or damage that takes these away, be it for an hour, a day, a week, it should not then be an opportunity for monetary gain, or complaints about the inconvenience, it is not an intentional or a permanent loss, and one persons gain could become someone else’s loss.

For there are millions of souls that have lost everything, their families, homes, the simplest of necessities, clean water, food and basic shelter, we should instead take a moment and remember them instead. For those that have lost their lives, or survived untold hardships, “We Must Remember them, We have to Learn.”

So let us look forwards with a deeper understanding of what compassion really is.

The Luna New Year just passed brings in the Snake, Snake teaches us that we can shed our old skin, our bad habits, and entwined in Snakes grasp is the celebration of Imbolic, half way between the winter solstice and Spring equinox, bringing us new beginnings, transition and change, the seeds we plant now will grow and spread, make them count.

Open the windows and let the fresh air flow though your home, flow through you, step bare foot in to the stream and enjoy the icy embrace of the waters. Sing with the birds at sunrise, feel the soil between your toes as you dance on the bare earth, wrap your arms around Grandfather Oak and Grandmother Willow, put your ear to their bark and hear their inner sigh as they start the awakening. Watch Spider weave her threads anew, and Snail peek out of a crake in the wall, then retract again, not quite ready to leave its safe confines.. Breath in the breath of life and embrace the passions that awaken with in the deepest depths of your soul. Converse with the ancestors and honour the wild folks. Remember the actions that have caused harm, and strive to ensure they are never repeated. Actions have the most effect when they are done without ego, and words are easier to hear when they are spoken gently.

Be like the Snowdrop, pure and bright, be like the shifting season, awakening to new ambition and adventure, feel the rising sap as Spring start to dance onto winters stage, accept that we are part of this ever revolving cycle, and embrace it.

21/12/2024

Yule Blessing - Embracing the Solstice and the returning light

Of Flowing Seasons and Shifting Vibrations

Waking to the sound of rain on the window, winds curling around the chimney, Frost covered branches, or puddles and muddy trails, there is a deep sense of quite at this time of the morning, Nighttime hunters are retuning, tired from there escapades, and the day dwellers are only just stirring. In the midst of all this, Winter welcomes the Solstice, and with it there is the faintest of shifts across the land.

The earths breaths, and fluctuates so slightly it can go almost unnoticed. Mother Nature stretches her arms, momentarily holding her breath, before gently slipping back into a slightly lighter sleep.

She is not one to rush, a minute, an hour, a day a month, is but a tiny nano second in her great cycle, she revolves around and around. To her, time does not exist, instead there is a simple flow, guided by the Land, our Planet, the Sun and Moon, the Universe, the timeless, vastness that makes it possible for anything and every thing to exist.

Mother nature nurtures, just as she will recycle those things that have run their course, she also feeds, protects and grows, by simply waiting for the season, weather and light to reach that perfect combination, to ignite the sparks, creating the subtlest of change, which, in its wake gives life to the start of some thing new and inspiring.. and this gradual return of the light is the first nudge to the ebb and flow of Winter. The days start to prevail over night, so we all are drawn in to feel the turning winters tide.

This is a period of time where we feel the night and day hanging, waiting, anticipating the changing rhythm, Though science explains so much today, you can not ignore the beauty of the mysteries, that are interwoven with in this auspicious time.

So as the days shift from dark, to slowly and gradually becoming lighter, there is a sense of the unknown, all the contemplations we had in the darkest side of the year, now want to materialise in to something more solid, not just an aspiration or idea, instead they start to grow and mould into an aspiring seed, waiting for the perfect moment to be planted and tended, so it may flourish and expand, be it a seasonal shift, with quick growth and short longevity or something more substantial, like the small Acorn, that through slow and steady growth, will become a grand Oak.

In our modern rushed world, we contradict nature, and become swallowed up in a dynamic we are ill equipped to cope with, when the rest of nature in our northern hemisphere sleeps regenerates and recharges, we are thrown in to a frenzy of materialistic pressure to buy, cook, visit, and indulge. Not all of these are bad, they are just so focused over this short midwinter period, invading every aspect of our waking world, that we can find it all intensely over powering, when in reality we should reach inwards, healing, restoring and embracing the rhythms that flow around us.

So where ever we may be, or whatever commitments await us, remember.

The greatest achievements can be sculpted with in ones own being, the spirit we are blessed with, is far more powerful than we tend to give it credit for. We are part of so mush more than just one form, one body.

When the wind catches our breath, or the rain drops sting out face, look for the beauty that never leaves. For me it can be the curious little robin that almost lets you stroke its proudly puffed up red breast, as it watches you turn the soil. The shape of little molecules of ice, creating intricate patterns that cloak last autumns seed heads. The warning shout, and twitching fluffed up tail of the mischievous squirrel, as he peers out of the chicken food store, having navigated an adventure course of bungie straps, and weights, to restrict his indulgences. A sleepy hedgehogs tiny trails across the dew covered lawn, the slight rise in temperature, enticing it to come out and hunt for the odd illusive slug, hiding in the deep undergrowth or under stones.

Feel the life that flows through the Earth even during the depth of this season, feel the tingle of the sleeping trees as their sap rises just a little, toward the returning light, here we find the roots of life, offering us grounding and stability.

Hear the whispers of the ancestors carried on the winds, and translated through the rustling fallen leaves, they offer us wisdoms so sacred, in the breath of life, to lift and sooth our mind, offering us healing and intuition.

The crackle of the home fires, or the candle flames that shimmer and dance, the life blood that runs through our veins, the spark of life, of warmth to the soul, and creative passions stirred.

Watch the droplet of water that forms on the bare twig, slowly swelling, if you look closely you can see an inverted image of your self in its shimmering surface. Until finally heavy and full, gravity claims it. The water of life, that brings calmness and fluidity in to our lives.

May the returning light of the winter solstice bring you expectation and adventure as the wheel turns and the seasons shift.

May you find Comfort over Chaos, Peace over Anguish and Serenity over Noise.

29/10/2024

Samhain Celebrations, Seasonal Release and Many Blessings…….

May the wisdom and love of the Ancestors warm your hearts and enlighten your souls, as we celebrate Samhain and the beginning of the Celtic New Year.

As October draws to a close, the Trees lighten their burden, as the leaves float down to the waiting soil, in their short journey, releasing all that has gone, readying them selves for the Season ruled by the darker side of the year. Welcoming the shedding, so they will return stronger and wiser when the light returns. It is a time of contemplation and thought. The winds will blow, and the rains they will fall. The early morning skies resinate with sunrises, heavy with shades of peach, gold and pink, inspiring and embracing..

It is the season of the Moon, so wise and powerful, threads of silvery shimmering light, cast through the clouds, engraving the land with traces of shadows, that weave and interlace with each other. Night creatures celebrate the longer hours of play, Parliaments of Owls gather, under her star studded skies, if we could only decipher there chatter, ( I am sure it would make far more sense, than our own political gatherings, that share the same name )… Foxes playfully bark complements to each other, as they go about there nightly adventures. They do not hid away, wishing for the suns strength to return, in stead they embrace the magic of the Moonlight.

So let us embrace all that is offered, welcoming the celebrations that come with this seasons festival of Samhain, the joining of the worlds, where the boundaries thin, and the liminal meets the physical, there is a wavering luminescence in our peripheral vision that beguiles us to notice it. The other world calls to our inner self, the part of us that is not bound by constraints, but flows freely, in tune with the ebb and flow of the earth and her seasons. The magic of the human form, skin and bone, flesh and blood, heart beating, pumping, sustaining life, if we peel back the layers, beneath all this, is the soul, our spiritual essence, the non physical form, energy rich, vibrant, simply held in the cradle of our Earth form.. The part of us which can never truly become disconnected.

The clocks have shifted, the evenings are darker, there is a mystical tension in the air, the thrill of children gathering pumpkins to carve and costumes to wear, is addictive, even if it falls outside of our own traditions for the seasons, it is still a recognition of those things less easy to define. An embracement of that, that is outside of the day to day, and as the energy builds, so those beyond the veil celebrate the remembering, singing them back into our thoughts.

Across the world celebrations are afoot, All saints day, remembers martyrs and saints,, The “Dia De Los Muertos”, (day of the dead), or “Dzień Zaduszny” all honour the ancestors, the list goes on, and truly, it does not matter what name we give, for what they all have in common, is that wherever, or whom ever we are, engraved upon our physical DNA, is the understanding that our roots reach so much deeper, beyond our physical earth form. For we are not simply respecting, or celebrating the wisdom of those that have left their earth forms behind, but are acknowledging our ancestors, and understanding the certainty, that we one day will join them, for they are the past, present and future wisdoms, freely given, and shared with out any discrimination. That teach of what has been, and all that is still to come.. Offering us the strength to embrace the whole of our being, both physical and no physical aspects, and to celebrate the simplicity and joy of it all.

Our physical life starts with a breath, the simple act of inhaling and exhaling, of receiving and returning the gift. And that breath is so powerful, if we can only let it flow freely, it can allow us to travel from the life giving physical properties, into the realms beyond. The ethereal places, timeless, and weightless, where learning is gifted through the senses and intuition. Not always instantly understandable, for if it were offered to us in instant sound bites, we would not learn the deeper lessons, held with in they're reasonings. Instant gratification is not a gift that offers long term, healing and knowledge..

We are so much more than the modern wold would have us believe. Our place on this earth should be simple, our footprint light, and if we embrace our whole, then we can walk that path in the contented knowledge, that even if we think we see only our own single footprints in the dew, that is because those that walk with us, flow so softly, in harmony with our rhythm, so they become part of our every step, walking with us through our earthly life journey and beyond …

Beauty is in the journey, and that journey is our destiny to gift to those not yet birthed in to there new earthly forms…

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