Unwind, rewind
Forward, stop
Pause
Gathering, re-centering
Making space, expanding
Yet still ...this tightness...
Centrifugal spinning
Inwards, deep
Then, outwards
Shot, thrown out of orbit
For this body
Splattered, broken
Smithereens
Fragile particles, split
Torn, wringed, chewed and spat out
Fallen into a deep well
Or as in quicksand
This body, not my body
Nobody told me it would be
Like this, and no one can see
what is like inside me
The invisible, rotten, broken,
Soul and body
Body and soul
Forgotten skin, coolness, tightness
Now, softened, expanded
Particles, floating, floating
Bloating, Gaseous molecular nebulae
Cloudy, my head, cotton wool
Blotchy, blurry, dizzy
Marshmallow dimples, cellular disintegration
Cramping sensation, my body
This body, this body?
Lost, and found, battered
Can someone tell me when and how
I can start mending?
Friday, 21 September 2018
Wednesday, 29 August 2018
Let the colours show
Let the colours show
Allow true feelings out
Without the needing to shout
I am lost and heavy and broken
The heart embracing
Find the strength for recreating
Golden stream of light
Warmth spreading glowing bright
Create and mould from pure essence within
The outer layers becoming heavy
Cracking, breaking
Needing restoring
From inside, out
Shifting, shredding
Then
Gathering, nourishing
Loving, loving, loving
Tenderness and caring
Slowing down, and really listening
Listening, listening, listening
I am here, still, find me
“Everything is as it needs to be for I am light and love.
I am right where I need to be for I am light and love.
As I accept, I cleanse, and as I cleanse, I am free.
I am light and love.”
From this month of August 2018 I am going to write a journal through words, verses, and quotes, to guide me through my journey as a woman going towards the Menopause; I would like to look back and see how it was, because, I am only hoping to get through to the other side feeling like the new person I am trying to find.
Allow true feelings out
Without the needing to shout
I am lost and heavy and broken
The heart embracing
Find the strength for recreating
Golden stream of light
Warmth spreading glowing bright
Create and mould from pure essence within
The outer layers becoming heavy
Cracking, breaking
Needing restoring
From inside, out
Shifting, shredding
Then
Gathering, nourishing
Loving, loving, loving
Tenderness and caring
Slowing down, and really listening
Listening, listening, listening
I am here, still, find me
“Everything is as it needs to be for I am light and love.
I am right where I need to be for I am light and love.
As I accept, I cleanse, and as I cleanse, I am free.
I am light and love.”
From this month of August 2018 I am going to write a journal through words, verses, and quotes, to guide me through my journey as a woman going towards the Menopause; I would like to look back and see how it was, because, I am only hoping to get through to the other side feeling like the new person I am trying to find.
Sunday, 5 August 2018
Here I am, hear me...
Here I am
Hear me
Near me
The fire is burning me
This fire
My fire, my essence, myself
Wearing me out
Dragging me down
Life forces and juices sucked out
I bare, I share, I open then what?
I hide deep, I lie still, I take it
And take it, and take it
Until I breath in the woman
And breath out the girl
What wondrous creation
Within creation
Not a child
No more
A Goddess, not less
My wild, Divine
At the core
This Fire
Burning inside,
Feeding the transformation
Hot spilling, rising, energizing
Flushing out the old patterns
Reviving and healing
Through this darkness of Change
Into the new light
Going through the tides
Through this strangeness she rides
The Moon guiding
The Earth supporting
Phoenix rising
Body and Soul
In this journey
Oh in this dance I fear
Oh in this dance I trust
Oh Mother, oh Earth
Guide me through and share
Your power
Oh Sister, my Moon
Make me dream
Bathe me in your wisdom
I surrender
I open
I wait
Hear me
Near me
The fire is burning me
This fire
My fire, my essence, myself
Wearing me out
Dragging me down
Life forces and juices sucked out
I bare, I share, I open then what?
I hide deep, I lie still, I take it
And take it, and take it
Until I breath in the woman
And breath out the girl
What wondrous creation
Within creation
Not a child
No more
A Goddess, not less
My wild, Divine
At the core
This Fire
Burning inside,
Feeding the transformation
Hot spilling, rising, energizing
Flushing out the old patterns
Reviving and healing
Through this darkness of Change
Into the new light
Going through the tides
Through this strangeness she rides
The Moon guiding
The Earth supporting
Phoenix rising
Body and Soul
In this journey
Oh in this dance I fear
Oh in this dance I trust
Oh Mother, oh Earth
Guide me through and share
Your power
Oh Sister, my Moon
Make me dream
Bathe me in your wisdom
I surrender
I open
I wait
Monday, 11 September 2017
September again
Sweet memories of past
How the old went
And the new came fast
Those things that meant
A whole new world, now, again
And again as if erased
But its smell lingered
The joy and the pain
A bit hazy as if dazed
Yet the new became suddenly sharper
Like the feel of rubber and the pencil sharpner
The new book, the new promises told
New clothes, new secrets I hold
My heart is light and my mind is fresh
My spirit pure in my new flesh.
September creeps in with sun and sand
The wind sweeps in it takes your hand
Courage and strength now more than ever
Guiding me through until the colder weather
Susannah
Sweet memories of past
How the old went
And the new came fast
Those things that meant
A whole new world, now, again
And again as if erased
But its smell lingered
The joy and the pain
A bit hazy as if dazed
Yet the new became suddenly sharper
Like the feel of rubber and the pencil sharpner
The new book, the new promises told
New clothes, new secrets I hold
My heart is light and my mind is fresh
My spirit pure in my new flesh.
September creeps in with sun and sand
The wind sweeps in it takes your hand
Courage and strength now more than ever
Guiding me through until the colder weather
Susannah
Monday, 23 January 2017
Land of the Silver Birch
Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
High on a rocky ledge
I'll build my wigwam
Close to the water's edge
Silent and still
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
My heart grows sick for thee
Here in the lowlands
I will return to thee hills of the north
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
Swift as a silver fish
Canoe of birch bark
By mighty waterways, Carry me forth
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
High as an eagle soars
Over the mountains
My spirit rises up, free as a bird
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom
Friday, 2 December 2016
The Song Of Wandering Aengus - Poem by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Lantern Festival Preparations
Golden light is turning grey,
Mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees, their branches lift;
Clouds of dead leaves earthward drift.
Through the field the farmer goes,
Seeds of ripened corn he sows;
Trusts the earth will hold it warm,
Shelter it from cold and harm.
For he knows, that warmth and light
Live there, hidden from our sight;
And beneath a sheltering wing,
Deep below, new life will spring!Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!
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Lantern Making session for Parents and Children
Thursday 10th November 10 to 12 at Church of Ascension - FREE!
Mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees, their branches lift;
Clouds of dead leaves earthward drift.
Through the field the farmer goes,
Seeds of ripened corn he sows;
Trusts the earth will hold it warm,
Shelter it from cold and harm.
For he knows, that warmth and light
Live there, hidden from our sight;
And beneath a sheltering wing,
Deep below, new life will spring!Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Lantern Making session for Parents and Children
Thursday 10th November 10 to 12 at Church of Ascension - FREE!
In preparation for the Lantern Walk on Saturday 12th in Mycenae Gardens.
Inviting all families who have not had the chance to make a lantern yet.
Join Susannah and the Thursday group session as we will be making lanterns.
Hope to see you all there.
Thursday 10th November 10 to 12 at Church of Ascension - FREE!
In preparation for the Lantern Walk on Saturday 12th in Mycenae Gardens.
Inviting all families who have not had the chance to make a lantern yet.
Join Susannah and the Thursday group session as we will be making lanterns.
Hope to see you all there.
The actual day of Martinmas falls each year on the same day, St Martin's day on November 11th;
it is not commonly celebrated in the United States, or UK, but it’s such a lovely festival that I wanted to tell you all about it. I love celebrating these ‘smaller’ festivals because they have not been taken over by commercial interests, and you can really shape them to be special events for your family.
it is not commonly celebrated in the United States, or UK, but it’s such a lovely festival that I wanted to tell you all about it. I love celebrating these ‘smaller’ festivals because they have not been taken over by commercial interests, and you can really shape them to be special events for your family.
Sing and Tell StoriesWhile you make your lanterns, sing songs! A song that many people know is “This little light of mine (I’m gonna let it shine).” That’s a good one. I can’t find the songs I used to sing online, but here are a couple more that are sung on a YouTube video that you could use, sung by David Darcy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKgUFAytb2k&feature=related.
You can sing one or two songs over and over again. Children love repetition!
You can sing one or two songs over and over again. Children love repetition!
Between the songs, you might tell a story like this:
Lying in the meadow grass
And gazing at the autumn sky,
“Dear Father Sun,” said George out loud,
“It will be winter by and by.”
“The nights will be long, dark, and cold.
Jack Frost will freeze the ground.
How shall I find the light
With so much darkness all around?”
Lying in the meadow grass
And gazing at the autumn sky,
“Dear Father Sun,” said George out loud,
“It will be winter by and by.”
“The nights will be long, dark, and cold.
Jack Frost will freeze the ground.
How shall I find the light
With so much darkness all around?”
Said Father Sun, “I’ll give you from my
Last autumn rays, a spark,
If you will make a little house
To hold it in the dark.”
With paper, paint, some windows
And a candle it was done!
George came out and held his lantern
Up to Father Sun.
Suddenly the windows lit,
The spark was dancing bright.
Carefully,
George carried home
His lantern in the twilight.
(Now, some lantern songs):
The sunlight fast is dwindling.
My little lamp needs kindling.
It’s beam shines far in darkest night,
Dear lantern guard me with your light.
Last autumn rays, a spark,
If you will make a little house
To hold it in the dark.”
With paper, paint, some windows
And a candle it was done!
George came out and held his lantern
Up to Father Sun.
Suddenly the windows lit,
The spark was dancing bright.
Carefully,
George carried home
His lantern in the twilight.
(Now, some lantern songs):
The sunlight fast is dwindling.
My little lamp needs kindling.
It’s beam shines far in darkest night,
Dear lantern guard me with your light.
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My lantern, my lantern, shining near and far,
shining like a moon, shining like a sun,
shining like a silver star.
My lantern, my lantern, shining near and far,
shining like a moon, shining like a sun,
shining like a silver star.
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Glimmer lantern glimmer, little stars a-shimmer.over meadow, moor and dale,
flitter flatter elfin vale,
pee-wit, pee-wit, tick-a-tick-a-tick, roo- coo, roo- coo
flitter flatter elfin vale,
pee-wit, pee-wit, tick-a-tick-a-tick, roo- coo, roo- coo
Lantern Making session for Parents and Children
Thursday 10th November 10 to 12 at Church of Ascension - FREE!
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