My Mother's heart damage - Gift Guidance

Three days ago my Mother ended up in hospital, they found her heart has had some damage.  200 miles away I felt, unknowing of the situation, my heart hurting.  How interconnected we are, and maybe more so to our Mothers, than to any other human being.  As I rest for a moment in this,  I feel this awareness and sense deepen, and layers of an unfolding falling away as I feel how deeply connected my heart is to everyone and all things. 

Something IS

This View of Life

As I look out of my window this morning,  the light catching the face of the clock on the tower, the trees, standing tall and strong in their winter revealed shapes, I feel such gratitude for life; looking and seeing.  Something resting deeply in me as I feel open to these old buildings,  these large trees,  and the life vibrancy in the light and air. 

     Such a
        Deep Peace
    Deep Deep
        Peace

Winters beckoning Dazzling emptiness

 

The last leaves cling
     filigree fragments

 

they too will

    Dance Downwards

Empty branches and twigs

    bear witness

Change is

       inevitable

This   Life  existence

       constant motion

   Resting in the Deep Dark

          Dazzling emptiness



This was the view from the small studio this morning, these were the words that arrived .. so very touched by the atmosphere.  grateful to be so inspired by this space and by life ~  CdG

This   Breathing
                           in  
     and      Breathing
        out     of
   This   Life


as I rise and fall in
the conciousness of my experience

to benefit all beings, my prayer
and hew and cry

simply dancing in the awakening
of Life as it emerges
one breath after another

to this place of understanding
of peace of life, of Pain of
psychological indifference and
non compliance  and untruth
      in  all this   . .    still . . . Life

Knowing this, being this  as
the conciousness of the
aliveness of existence
dances through the shadows
of our  'understanding'; this  is 
the reverse of Life as
it opens to be in the Day to Day ordinary

Hold precious the gifts of
the form of this Life
and rest, ever more
concious into the formlessness
in which you cannot rest
and yet is always
             This is  and brings
profound,   Peace     beyond which
and out of which  is
          nothing;  alive  nothing

Peace Exists

In the turmoil and beauty of
this life, rest in the
centre point of
the unnameable presence
of being. Feeling the
wave of life moving
through  undulating  breath
of    expansion  and
Freedom     in which
the physical shapes forms
and colours of material
reality   are    more
tangible   and vibrant

And, yet, "seeing"
further   into, with, through
this they  are   simply
not  there.

It is, only the
Shoulds, shouldn't's, have to,
must not, cannot, will be,
don't want,   want  ...
as they   arise     tightening
of non-acceptance  and
force of "strong will",   B l o c k s
and   holds    tight ..

Tight or not tight
flowing.   freely   with  in
conscious   knowing of,
experience of , space the
potent  wave,   breath of
Life      or     caught
in motion  or pre-emotional
"hooking"  ,  still ALL  IS
contained  in , and
suffused with ,  "the bright"

     Always     there
            Pay attention

With love to the one
heart   beat   ,  even in
and  as   pain    calls
in Full forced   Focus,
the Divine Dance always  IS

Peace Dances

Light

 

message from Dartmoor

in September 2009 I saw 'Wild River, Cold Stone', a film about Dartmoor by Chris Chapman. Something moved deeply in me in response and I realised how deeply I am connected to and love Dartmoor and this land. - Grateful to Chris for making the film and to CCAN Centre for Contemporary Art and the Natural World, for showing it. [a recording, with music will follow at some point]



Is the moor in morning? Still, it stands
resting, in great grandeur.
Silent witness to all
Vibrant potent energy
contains all

Autumn rests more fully now
my music wraps around me
endless step progression
of this life

Held, in equal acceptance
The shunned suicide grave
The markets of sheep & pony
The man managed taking
and burning & using
violent extraction of
Ore tin & granite

The mystery soul of the moor
cannot be taken or diluted
Silent witness that holds all
in the passage of time

Rest now in the image
and a wide open energetic
arms of this precious place
Still yet so vibrant & alive

Rest now in the image
of sky and rocks, slow shifting
light rock juxtaposed against grass
held in sky danced through by wind

This ' still place' has beauty
energy & aliveness
rest now . . rest . . . now
in this

This land, this planet, this universe,
Stars, planets all of it
And these rocks, the land we
Stand on. . Tears pour down
my face at how little
we understand, are for
& love this Life

It's ALL alive .

can I see the life in it

This life everywhere
in everything .
It calls me , calls me
constantly . there
in everything everyone everyplace
come home to me, my land, my body, my life