Faerie Love

“If you love a flower don’t pick it…because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation” ~OSHO

Faerie love is unlike that of the modern day average human love….within its layers and colours you will find freedom, breath and insight into a world of wonder and magick. Faeries live and breathe love. Anger, hate, greed, jealousy and so forth are concepts that they will not tolerate or take part in. They operate from love.

For many generations Faeries have taken humans as lovers, In ancient Scottish Folklore Leanan sídhe was said to offer inspiration in exchange for their love and affection, The Gwragedd Annwn; the Welsh, faerie women, are believed to be responsible for a huge majority of the faerie descendants that exist today as they had a particular favour for human lovers. 

Most folklore shares the fiasco involved in the merging of human heart and faerie heart….for centuries it has been spoken of faeries luring men to their deaths, kidnapping human lovers to run away to the land of faerie where time had no meaning, stolen kisses and trails of broken hearts in their wake.

All in all from the abundance of faerie tales told to me since my childhood integrating into the information I have learned through working with faerie in my adult years and discovering my own faerie soul incarnation in this life; I have come to the conclusion that the fiasco and imminent heartache in a human and faerie love affair resides in human beings trying to mould faerie love into something it is not.

 HOW TO RECOGNISE YOUR FAERIE SOUL

When you find a faerie soul you will know by the way the light dances in her eyes, her feet may be bare upon the earth but there is no ground for this waif like soul. 

This person may have all things human and play the game of humanness so well…..but there will be no hiding the revel of pleasure that awakens in this soul at the sight of the stars. Like Peter Pan, no number of years could change this childlike soul and their sense of adventure is wild a free…….

Faeries give, faeries dance, faeries play and laugh and sing. Faeries are the furthest things from Angels so don't expect angelic behaviour. She will be a challenger and a prankster, but she will also be a creator of colour and a singer of light. You will marvel and you will laugh if you can just release expectations and enjoy the adventure. The contrasts within this one little being are almost unbearable.  

Enjoy it.

DON’T GET ALL HUMAN ABOUT IT….

“She would rather be magickal to you than belong to you”

Faeries enjoy excitement, love in its simplest form and most of all their need of freedom is deep rooted into their DNA. This does not mean a faerie soul cannot commit to one person, au contraire, A faerie when left to dance in the freedom and the whims of her heart can love you with the deepness and vastness of the ocean, but within that love she needs to know that her heart can open and explore without hesitation. This does not always mean polyamory, in fact some faeries are extremely monogomous and find their freedom in life experience and creative pursuits. Whatever it is you need to be willing to allow that. If you allow her to be, you will find the beauty in freedom in love as she pushes you into your own space to fly and create and dream..... 

You will need to let go of all that you have ever believed of love and surrender to the magick of Faerie. Know the difference between 'attachment' and 'love'.....faeries are very rarely 'attached' to anything but where there is love and light they will play and create and if you are willing to flow with it you may just find your own inner faerie workings crawling to the surface and creating...... she will cheer you on as it surfaces and you'll both celebrate as the adventures unfold....

Don’t complicate things.

Humans tend to categorise and reason, for a faerie soul this ruins the sanctity of love, the ultimate freedom boxed and shelved and labelled. Its heartbreaking. Let it be.

If you are blessed enough to have the affection of a faerie soul let her take you on the wind, let her feed your senses as well as your body, let her show you the profundity of your own spirit, let her open you to the wonders of nature that once evaded you. In the stillness let her show you that you are safe to just BE. 

A Faerie will be where the fire in her belly takes her, if it is with you; realise how lucky you are to behold this. It is not a blessing bestowed upon every person. Recognise that.

She may not be yours forever….alternatively she may choose to love you for a lifetime and more…… like any being that lives closely with mother nature, know that faeries will run with the cycles and follow the soft pull of the breeze, if it leads her heart to you she will be with you, if you can run with her you may follow. You will have to let go of time and space while you are with this soul…..whether its right now or until the end of time, faerie love does not have a timeline and you can not control her or box her into the categories you have built to make reason of relationships in the human dating world, she will run.

Whether its forever or a day; either way your time with her will break down walls and switch on a beacon of light within to illuminate the shadows you once cowered from in horror. She will show you the beauty in self acceptance, darkness and light, and the ground shaking wonder that is in simplifying your definition of love.

INTIMACY WITH FAERIES

Sexually Faeries are playful. As always in daily life and in every moment of faerie existence; EVERY THING YOU DO MUST BE DONE WITH LOVE. If a faerie feels coldness, a lack of integrity or manipulation she will be gone. Faeries don’t do well with ‘ownership’ and quite often, the bedroom is a place that this will surface, resist the urge to posses her, you never will, share in the moment with her and be open to the magick that IS in the time you are gifting to one another. Honour her and she will honour you, Worship her and she will worship you. Surrender to her in the special moments and she will surrender to you. 

Faeries are incredibly loving and sexual beings. Don't abuse that or you will lose. Sex and love come hand in hand with Faeries, so if you are wanting something purely physical be honest about that and let her laugh at the lies that you tell yourself as she walks out the door......you'll see in time that sex and love come hand in hand with us all.

FAERIE LOVE

She will love you fiercely, whether its in a moment or in a lifetime. This may make you uncomfortable but she will laugh at you for that too, she will see right through the facade you have masked to the world to hide the part of you that desires love the most. She will make you question yourself and grow in more ways than you ever thought possible. She will excite you and infuriate you beyond words but with the sours comes the sweets as she will reassure you and hold space for you as you work your way out of the beliefs and boundaries of human love and open your heart to the endless possibilities and boundless adventures within that come from learning to surrender to faerie love.

You will want to secure her, but know that you will never own a Faerie, you just get to love her as she loves you - without condition or reason. Let her magick you into a new way of being, let her mezmerise you into believing, let her enchant you into knowing that all of the humanness you have built around love is an illusion. 

EVERYONE has the ability to love as the faeries do. 

Love is LOVE. 

Faerie love is human love without the conditions. 

Let that resonate.....

Now let her take you to the moon and back.......

 xxx

From Earth to Ocean....

I have always felt my connections to faerie through the rocks, the tribes, the caves and crystals, and the dragon fire beneath the earth. Hence proclaiming my faerie self as 'The Tribal Earth Faerie' .....of late.... I have found myself diving into the depths of the Mermaid.....The Selkie....The Siren.....The Morgan....

To the Ancient Celts she was known as 'Murúch' - The Mermaid. Legend says she would tease men with her beauty. In folklore the 'siren song' of the Murúch was described as irresistible. It was said that the mermaids controlled the ocean and on the sea she was as wild as she was alluring, but on land she became shy and submissive without the power of ocean breath to fill her watery soul.

If love was an ocean I would dive to it depths without fear. I wouldn’t skim the surface, or dip but a toe to test the temperature. I would throw myself head first into its coolness and swim for the magick of what is beneath; the adventure of the other world; the mysteries……I would drown myself in surrender and be rebirthed with the pure love that is all around me.

Sometimes I feel like love is like an ocean, and we are all like mermaids that have forgotten we have the power to breathe there, and so we test the surface, stay where it is ‘safe’…fooled by the illusion of breath, conditioned to stay where it is safe ….. And all the while our true home calls us with every crashing wave….it’s a yearning….a longing for where we came from…..and maybe our truest breath will only be taken when we return home.....I feel over time I have moved from my cave of protection into an ocean of life.....I no longer want to be still as stone.....I want to be wild like the ocean. The challenge that brings to me is realised when I can't flow with my natural tide. Love has changed from being 'something I do' into 'a way of being' it creates a natural flow and a desire to let it rise, let it fall, let it calm and let it rage.....to dance the dance of the ocean and see where it takes me.....

‘If you desire true love…learn to love’ they say….. And love I do. I’ve known love so deep I tore my body to pieces to bring a life into the world,  and bleeding… with my head swimming on the verge of black out I still pulled that little body close and put her to my breast. I’ve known love so raw I gave up every ideal of those I loved to walk my own path to be true to it. I’ve been the fool. I’ve stood in the fire and I still shout ‘yes’ to the full moon…..I LOVE…..

Yet I have pretended….like so many others…..that  I am happy floating in the wave break and playing on the shore. Until the moments when my soul’s fire opens like its own sun and bursts light into my heart, its then that I see I can’t live this lie. I can’t breathe here. I want to dive. I want the world beneath. I need the depths…... I want to go home! I’ve reached the depths of my ocean, I know I can breathe a life in my world that fills my body with a love I could never find by living on the surface of myself; and I am willing to drown myself in its depths.

Yet I have played this game on the surface in the hope I will find a love who will be brave enough to breathe with me, that somehow he will take the plunge, follow my song in blind faith and discover what I’ve been trying to show him all this time, the mystery and beauties of life beneath the surface of himself.

It’s like there is a spell of deception that clouds the eyes of those who are tempted to see me….and my life becomes a raging ocean, a terrifying sea, shark infested and deadly…..and I am seen as the temptress that controls it......when in truth there is a strength, an ancient line of life giving, a creation……there is magick….there is beauty....there is flow. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who can see it….. And the heartbreak of loneliness that it brings is the only thing I fear drowning in.

I wish he would breathe our worlds together; with me…….

I know now that my place is within my own depths with the likewise souls that play here. Maybe my heartache comes from falling for those who are so attached to their humanness they no longer feel the yearning for the sea.....

'In the end what matters most is;

How well did you love?

How well did you live?

...and how well did you learn to let go'

I find strength in knowing I love well....I live well....and the beauty of the gifts of mermaid is the knowing she brings to respect the flow of love and life....despite the sadness and nostalgia for what might have been....there is a knowing that change will move and flow with the tides and I will flow with it in surrender.

What's meant to be will find a way........

Let it rain........

“Let it go” …..it’s a phrase I use regularly in what I write…in what I sing…..in the way that I live…..It brings me freedom from so much, and sets free so much that unnecessarily burdens my soul……but as fate would have it my beliefs were to be challenged this week when my car “Grandpa” (yes he is very old and on  his last legs – hence the name) opted to overheat in the new summer slowly blessing Western Australia….I pulled over, decided to let the engine cool before replenishing his water and headed off to a coffee shop up the street to replenish my caffeine while I waited.

I walked in, ordered my usual Soy Latte and stepped back to wait while the Barista worked her magick. As I scouted my eyes through the café my eyes fell upon a face that made it feel like every ounce of blood in my body had gushed from my feet into the ground, my heart nearly exploded in panic and I found myself melting out the door backwards and running for the shelter of my car where I cried an ocean……

The face was that belonging to the mother of my first boyfriend. He was a mentally ill mind with a tortured soul, lost, angry….and so physically abusive I feared for my life on a daily basis…….she….well, she would hold frozen peas to my freshly punched eye socket and tell me to cry quietly so I didn’t “make him angry….or he’ll just do it again…..hush now love”

….and there she was……drinking espresso and laughing with a girlfriend.

Playing victim to the domestic violence I faced in my relationship with him is something I have always chosen NOT to do. I survived where so many women don’t, I set myself free where so many women can’t, I lived a life afterwards that so many women may not have had the pleasure to be blessed with…..I was one of the lucky ones and  Lord knows I have faced my demons, forgiving him….forgiving myself….letting go….. And after almost 13 years since I laid eyes on either of them I thought these demons vanquished, buried……

Yet I sat in my car curled in a ball feeling as frightened…..broken….and worthless as the day I sat curled in a ball at the bottom of the shower watching blood pool from my face into colourful little waves around my feet…..

The whole experience has had me reeling this week with the new concept that when it comes to some things that happen to us in life…..is there really a way to ‘LET GO’ ???

I know the old truth once delivered to me on every blow from his hate filled hands planted itself in a dark part of my heart still broken by what I lived….and it speaks ”You’re not worthy of love” ….this truth lies dormant beneath the surface of me….and in moments when I am confronted with a situation that whispers it into reality, rejection, alienation, abandonment, anger, confusion……. I break…over and over again……

But in recent years, after many moons of chasing down my demons, meditating through forgiveness, dancing my anger into a fire, hypnotherapy, counselling, play, laughter, writing, music, crying tears onto the muddy earth surrounded by Aboriginal Elders that know me and LOVE me and show me that without the rain the mother can’t grow, so “let it rain”

…..I let it rain….

Now when faced with that old truth "I'm not worthy of love" part of my soul will argue….”NO! I AM WORTHY OF LOVE”

….sometimes this argument is a raging warrior….and she will fight tooth, nail, blood, sweat and tears to prove that truth wrong….in every way…..

….other days the fight is but a whimper…..

Regardless there is always an argument…..where many years ago there was not.

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Maybe with the larger…more intense happenings of life……letting go is but a wish…… maybe it’s more a journey to find peace with the mark that it has left you with….to find the warrior (or the whimper) within that argues……

Maybe heartbreak is a chink in your armour….you learn to manoeuvre around it and become skilled at guarding that weakness…..and for the right people you will bear it with pride and share the tale of your survival….

Maybe heart break is the darker colours in the picture you paint in life…..the flaw….the smudge…..that somehow gives it character…..it makes it known this picture was made by hand, with love…..by an expert amateur….and we all are…..

Maybe heartbreak is the wound with a story that will link you to others and their scars….their tales and journeys….. Maybe heartbreak is better shared…….

At the end of it all I just need to keep believing I 

am worthy of loving…..

....chinks in my armour, smudges on my canvas, bared wounds, whimpers, warriors, stories shared under moonlight…..it’s all part of the masterpiece of who I am…..who you are……and it is all worthy of love….. maybe when all else falls away that is why we are faced with demons and old reminders to bleed old wounds…..to teach us to fight for ourselves, to love and nurture the pain, to stand by what we hold true in the highest part of ourselves….

Whatever still haunts you…..whatever breaks you over and over again….whatever drives you to fight, whimper, cry or bleed…….You are worthy of love..…ALL OF YOU……Don’t ever let that go….let it rain instead.....let it water the earth of your soul and create new growth....and every time it bubbles up and over.....let it rain again and again....... let it create life every time.....

Let it rain....

If you are a victim of domestic violence or need support in dealing with any experience relating to the issue please contact Relationships Australia for expert help, advice and boundless resources. <3 <3 <3

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Live and Let Live.

I use Grammarly's grammar check because grammar is the difference between "Lets eat people! ....and Lets eat, people!" No body wants to be a canible because they lack a comma, its 'COMMAnsense' really... :)

~KARMA~

The weight of the world on our shoulders is one that we carry by choice. There is freedom. But how do we get it?

In a world where so many people throw expectations and judgement our way; doing ‘wrong by us’  to place us in a stance of being a victim, or holding our wrong doing over our heads to make us feel we have no other choice but to punish ourselves.

We all buy into the old conditioning that good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people, and it is in this truth that we are lead to believe that we deserve the pain we get….and by the pain we cause (however intentional or unintentional that may be) we are instantly doomed by KARMA.

I can understand how this mentality is comforting to those who may have been burgled, or raped, to the family’s left behind when someone has been tragically killed or murdered, the belief that ‘what goes around comes around’ and I do believe that energetically when something that intense is put out into the universe there is, without a doubt, an energy that will be returned in time.

….But in the everyday actions of life, relationship break ups, personal disagreements and misunderstandings. I feel it is a dangerous belief to be tied to and it seems to curse us more than bringing peace to a troubled heart. I am finding personally and seeing all around me that this fixation with 'Karma' is just another way of us holding on to negative experience and bringing it to life over and over again.

I have recently been inspired by the thought that life…..HAPPENS….. We are all doing the best we can with what we have, and with that comes conflicts of interest, it is the way things are. The reasoning behind this is to ‘stir it up’, so to speak.

I know from personal experience that some of the most painful things to happen to me in life have been the greatest gift, my ‘treasure chest’ of learning experience found in the rubble or heartbreak, and within that treasure chest, right at the bottom…is peace…..understanding…..and it all has more to do with what is going on WITHIN me over what is going on outside of me.

I believe in the powers of manifestation. There are demons within each of us that want to be heard, they will rear their ugly heads in any way shape and form they can until you face them head on and hear their voice. These demons will manifest situations to bring themselves to the surface over and over again until in the throes of grief over another destructive relationship break up you see the demon that birthed itself from child abuse that just wants to cry, in the anger of yet another betrayal from a friend; you see the demon that birthed itself from abandonment you experienced as a baby, that just wants to be loved.

Eckhart Tolle speaks of the bad reactions humans have towards uncomfortable situations being triggered by ‘old pain’. We all have it….we all carry it….we all bare it like the weight of the world on our shoulders and believe that Karmicly it is there because we were bad….or we hold it over another because we believe we were good and they were bad. The weight gets heavier with each encounter and the anger, the ego, the attachment, the pain….grows and grows….AND GROWS……

So how do we combat it?

This recipe is one that will be different for everyone, but for me it is to Nurture, Grieve, Create and then Detach.

Nurture

When confronted by a ‘sticky situation’ I do my best with what I have and once I feel the pull I get away from it. Generally when arguments start to go round in circles and ‘being heard’ is no longer on the table, generally as I start to dive head first into 'victim stance' or 'defence mode' ..... this is when I start to feel drained, depressed, muted by anger or any of the above; it is here that I push the world away and retreat to my place of safety. I fill my fridge with glorious foods and burn incense and sink lovingly into a cave of protection where I can control what comes in and what goes out. Solace. Peace. Nurturing.

Grieve

I grieve, I honour my emotions and let them flow out of me like a river, suicidal tendencies, anger, depression, loneliness….just let it out, DO NOT judge what you feel here, just scream, cry, do whatever it takes to bring it up and let it out. It is in this stage that sometimes I will reach out to a trusted friend if I can’t bare the weight on my own, but ultimately this stage is about being comfortable with your own grief and being able to face your demons as best you can. Be brave. Love all of it. Honour all of you and just know you are loved no matter what.

Create

This is where from the ashes, with eyes reddened by tears and a heart weak with soreness;  you stand up and find the ability to create something beautiful out of it. For me I write letters and throw them into the sea or burn them over a candle, I play my guitar and spill words onto paper and sing my hearts desires onto the wind. I switch off the lights and play my favourite music and I dance till my feet ache and my heart is bursting…..until I sleep again……breath finds me here.....self love feels me here.....this is the part where i feel I touch the center of my soul and find the gratitude for ALL situations be they bad, good or otherwise.....Creation is magick in its purest form. :)

Detach

This is the challenge – to detach……it is all too easy when you have been ‘wrong done by’ to hold that fire poker and thrust it towards whoever hurt you…..but do you realise that you hold that fire poker by the hot end?….the pain you want to force upon another with blame, shame and hate – is only burning your own soul to ashes…… There are lessons here in the reflection of you that this person is baring to you. There is old pain wanting to be acknowledged and demons you need to face to be free. Take the opportunity to get on with it…..stand in the fire with it....and when you are done LOVE IT as the darkest part of who you are and then let it go.

Alternatively if you have been the person who made the mistake, and you have sat in the darkness taking on board every hateful thing being said about you and signing the spiritual agreement that brings it into your truth and makes it your ‘KARMIC DEBT’ to the world…..you do not even know the positive change that can come from your blunders…..from your humanness, people make mistakes, it is how we are…it is life…we have no knowing of the reasons why it happens but I believe there is a natural order to things and all we can do is trust……let it happen, take the love and the lesson, say sorry if you feel the need, but don't hold it to yourself, breathe, love, forgive yourself…..and then let it go.

Follow the path of your own heart – it will lead you to every place and every person you need to experience. If you stumble, Nurture, Grieve, Create, Detach and MOVE ON. You are not being punished…..you are not doomed. You are living; and as long as that ‘living’ is being done to the best of your ability; with the best intention that you have; sharing the gifts that you wish to share……there is no wrong. Just be YOU. It is all just experience. How other people choose to perceive you is simply a mirror of facets of their own self…their ‘old pain’ and that is their path to healing being awakened by you. And realize that when people rub you up the wrong way it is an opportunity for self realization and ascending from the depths of your past hurts to the heights of your future self. Let it happen.

Freedom is just around the corner, past the blame, shame, self-hatred, old conditioning and isolation. There in the distance on the road you are walking now, is the place of acceptance, forgiveness, happiness and freedom for all beings that walk this path with you. All you need to do to get there is ‘Live and let live’ ….now who would have thought it was so simple…. ;)

EarthyFae

xxx

School Holiday FUN in the sun....

School holidays are here with a vengeance……its winter which would generally limit the options of activities available to children to being stuck in four walls, forgetting about their inside voices and causing parents to suffer a small aneurysm of self as their stress levels rise……oh hum…… the frustrations of parenthood…..

Yesterday I watched frustrated parents such as these battle with their hyperactive kids in the cinema cues and decided to myself the second I saw sunshine I was taking my little monster out into the wild….and today we were blessed with such sunshine, amongst the winter chill the sun slowly dominated the cloudy sky and within hours it was clear blue and we were ready to walk barefoot to the beach near our home.

Excited to get some sand in our hair and wind between our toes (or maybe the other way around) we tottered off to the water to play….but upon our arrival there I was absolutely stunned by the amount of rubbish littering the sand. Plastic bottles, old goggles, thongs, bits of crates, plastic bags and all sorts of wrappers and netting…..all deadly towards our sea life.

Plastic itself is made from Coal, Oil and Gas…..Fossil Fuels…..essentially its poison…… and there are countless articles at our disposal to know the effects that this kind of litter has on our ecosystem. We are not new to what litter is doing to our planet and I know from personal experience that being a ‘litter bug’ is a wrong doing that has been drummed into me since childhood….it’s just not socially acceptable in our culture….but it happens.

One thing that I have learned from working with the Eco Faeries for near to 5 years now is that there is no point in resisting the problem and drawing attention to what is wrong in life……Eco Faeries move in a positive wave, we lead by example and become part of the solution….in the words of John Lennon “Be the change you want to see in the world".

And so I grabbed two plastic bags I found stuck in amongst the plants in the dunes and I taught my daughter how to ‘be the change’….we filled those bags to the brim, and I educated her on what things were as we went, what could be recycled, the effects that certain things may have on the sea life, how nets could trap fish and drown them…..how bags could fill a sea turtles stomach and it would starve to death, how plastic was non-compostable and that it would float in the sea for millions of years if we didn’t pick it up and recycle it, not the mention how much prettier the beach is when it is not lettered with crap…. It even turned into an educational session on safe sex as we used a stick to manoeuvre a used condom into my bag….. YUK! We made a game out of it seeing who could spot something first, guess what it was and if it was recyclable or non recyclable.....

We carried all that we could up to the bins, separated them into recyclables and non-recyclables (except for the condom…that was launched well into the bottom of the bin……..eeeew) and we walked away knowing we had done some good that day. I had educated my child, we had gotten some sun and fresh air, and the beach was CLEAN giving our wildlife a better chance at life. As we walked up the driveway and into the house to wash our hands my little one actually skipped along laughing “mummy can we save the world some more tomorrow….I wanna do that AGAIN!!!”

So if you are looking for a good educational activity to do with your children this school holidays…its absolutely free….it is good for your soul…..it is good for the planet….create some quality time with your kids, grab some bags and go to your local park or beach and pick up rubbish!!!!

Be the change….and have fun doing it! J

EarthyFae

xxx

Creative Expression :)

Sometimes we need to go within....to the dark places inside that scare us. To the place where you tuck your insecurities away to fester, to the place where anger slowly boils your soul, to the pitch black nothingness that voids you blind to the light outside....and in that darkness sometimes there is a way to be free.

Sometimes the freedom comes from expressing what is in that dark place in a way that can only be understood by the heart and soul...... ART......

ART is EXPRESSION of your deepest self. It is not limited to drawing finely sketched portraits, perfectly blended water colours on canvas....it is your soul....BARED and OPEN and it will surface how it sees fit....weather that be through photography...music....paint....crayons....dance.....laughter or walking barefoot on the bare earth.....LET IT OUT! ...and always be open to trying new ways to do so....

Being a writer I express by scrawling words across hand bound books, being a musician I pluck my guitar and hum to the sunshine, being a dancer I let music sway my body...I leap...I reach and I crumble.....but I always limited myself to my comfort zone of self expression, until I met the wondrous and open soul'd Luke Be...... 

He ran a free creative expression workshop for his blessed group 'Creative Expressionismsesmmmms' in it he opened the doorway for me to experience myself in the world of visual art. Partnered perfectly with laughter yoga exercises to release endorphins and a small group of beautifully open people we went on a journey to self through colours and pictures....how we saw ourselves, what we would change, how to accept what was within, how to manifest our dreams and most of all how to express who we were inside the skin we wear, however thick or thin that skin is...he showed me that we all have a pallet of colours within that just wants to create beauty.

As children we create without question, we draw pictures in the sand and decorate it with shells and seaweed...we stamp on it and start again.....we create love in everything that we do 'JUST BECAUSE' and as life moves on, we grow older, we grow 'wiser' and we stop creating that love....WHY?! It doesn't have to be this way.....

In 'Women Who Run With The Wolves' Clarissa speaks of how people have adopted a jaded view of wildness...the word 'wild' itself has changed from its original form of 'that which is in touch with nature and its surroundings' to something that is 'out of control and problematic' ...... with the change of perception that our wild self is only going to cause trouble for us...we bottle it up...and suffocate the self that creates....the self that leaps and reaches and crumbles....the self that finger paints water onto hot pavement.....the self that craves colour and movement.....the wild self....

Luke and his creative expression workshops opened up a world of colour for me. He guided me into the part of myself that sees my art as MY ART.....that just because my picture may not be 'legible' it does not mean it is not ART....it is an expression of what I hold within...its an expression of my wild self......and that in itself is beauty. He shared with me his world of self expression and the journey he had been through to find the candle he holds to his art...and why he wants so beautifully to light the candles of others with the flame he holds within.

With my candle lit he sent us out into the trees to find one we could draw.....and from my picture I saw so much more than just a picture of a tree...... From the base of this tree with its roots firmly planted deep into the earth it split into two branches that reached for the sky....and those two branches split into 4 branches...and those 4 branches split into 12 branches.....and as my vision took me up to the sky there were hundreds of leaves and branches swaying calmly in the breeze, playing with the suns rays.....Like us as humans, the tree is grounded on this earth, and as time goes on we grow, life experience creates more to us, each branch a new part of our self that grows with the ages, all adding to who we are. And in the end sometimes all we can do is stand connected to the earth and sway calmly in the breeze, play with the suns rays...breathe and create beauty from what we see through the art we hold within. 

EarthyFae
xxx

If you want to change the world.....

I cannot take credit for what you are about to read...but what I can do is share with you something that I read recently on facebook that absolutely moved me within....written beautifully by an author unknown but a very wise person none the less....read on and be changed.....

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her. 

Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense. 

Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen. 

Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing - every winged one, every furry and scaled one, every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one, every not yet born and dying one…

Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life. 

If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough. 

If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet, you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,

beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety and all your superficial concepts of freedom.

We have given ourselves so many choices

we have forgotten that true liberation

comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire

and burning through our resistance to Love.

There is only one Goddess.

Look into Her eyes and see-really see

if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.

If not, walk away. Right now.

Don’t waste time “trying.”

Know that your decision has nothing to do with her

because ultimately it’s not with who,

but when we choose to surrender.

If you want to change the world… love a woman.

Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,

beyond your fear of being manipulated

by the Mother inside your head.

Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.

Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,

plant trees with her and watch them grow.

Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,

by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess

through your adoration and devotion.

If you want to change the world… love a woman

in all her faces, through all her seasons

and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-

your double-mindedness and half-heartedness

which keeps your Spirit and body separate-

which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self for something to make your life worth living.

There will always be another woman.

Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one

and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,

trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.

Man doesn’t need any more choices.

What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,

of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,

of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots strong enough to hold the Earth together

while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman. Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel. Love her through her fear of abandonment

which she has been holding for all of humanity.

No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.

No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman

all the way through until she believes you,

until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her-

until she is a force of love more powerful

than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,

lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.

Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger

and love a woman…beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.

The holy grail stands before you

if you would only take her in your arms

and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy. What if peace is a dream which can only be remembered through the heart of Woman?

What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine

is the key to opening Her heart?

If you want to change the world…love a woman

to the depths of your shadow,

to the highest reaches of your Being,

back to the Garden where you first met her,

to the gateway of the rainbow realm

where you walk through together as Light as One,

to the point of no return,

to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

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If you want to change the world love a man; really love him

Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid

Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood

Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there

And burn his heavy load in your fires

Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there

Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment

And let it all go

Feel into his ancestral burden

And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you

Let him melt in your steady gaze

And know that you need not mirror that rage

Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him

Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability

In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death

Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man

To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together

And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…

Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms

Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart

Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return

Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Do not coax out his little boy

With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery

Only to lure him…to a web of destruction

To a place of chaos and hatred

More terrible than any war fought by his brothers

This is not feminine this is revenge

This is the poison of the twisted lines

Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world

And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls

And it kills us all

And whether his mother held him or could not

Show him the true mother now

Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth

Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core

Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria

Cry for him sweet rivers

Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him

Love him enough to be naked and free

Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death

And thank him for the opportunity

As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods

Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being

Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you

Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you

Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before

Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself

And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him

And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected

By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows

Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father

Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed,

To the last one you wept over

Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting

Of the one who stands before you now

And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar

A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting

To grow a new world, together

~Anonymous~

Simply Beautiful <3 <3 <3