…listening

It is pretty much agreed that we live in an age of ‘instant gratification’.
We can press a button and have something delivered the next day.

We can shop on the high-street and find most things that we ‘need’. We can swipe left or right and get an instant ‘hook up’ for sex.  We can buy, barter, make, steal, find most things. Yet, I wonder how much brings real deep satisfaction.  All these ‘things’, this ‘stuff’, for me simply fills a hole or holes.

Holes, in my heart, my life that I feel I have. An illusion I am not ‘WHOLE’. Holes that require filling. I have a glorious apartment filled with ‘stuff’, I have visited beautiful places have delicious memories of passion filled encounters, devoured, relished and over indulged on incredible food, wine and other sensual pleasures. I run projects, I do much in my community and have a great capacity to see the big picture and create much for many. YET, there are a few things that I know I deeply, deeply desire.

…a cloak of many colours…

These times. These times are YOUR times. Learn to dance the weave of this cloak that fits you, it flows and dances with you. Fully surrender the old cloak…too baggy, too tight…..too heavy….too putrid, too full of other people’s stories and projections and allow yourself the gift of the co-creation of you in ALL the fullness of beauty.

Be a mistress to your own destiny, a commitment to yourself, it Is through this commitment you are able to thus become a conduit for others.  This beauty, taming her ‘beast’ becomes the Queen of her own life, her destiny and thus surrenders the old as she stands naked clothed only in her cloak of many colours woven from the threads of the Fae, passed through the milky way and the deepest parts of the earth. Woven together with the dreams, prayers and knowledge of you and your nectars; Your co-creation.

Weave dear sister, weave, these times are calling, they are now, they are vital.

Become the colours of the earth and dance your own path of creation

…begin now

Through the creation you change stories and patterns, you give an expression, you honour them, you release them. We are unable to fully let it go without first being grateful. Grateful for the pain, for the loss, for the lessons, for the space that has come. The space. The pregnant pause. The void. So like nature is self we can begin again….