Thursday, August 23, 2007

Inspiring podcasts.



A good friend of mine recently tried out Kelly Howell's CD "The Secret Universal Mind Meditation". Nearly a week later, Heloise was still whooping for joy - a crystal clear indication that she was onto something good. I took a look at Kelly's website and noticed that she has a regular podcast where she interviews spiritual and scientific trendsetters on a variety of topics.
(Oh boy! Just made me realise once again how much I appreciate technology, but I'm digressing.)
Point is; I downloaded some of the interviews on my ipod and Kelly's interview with Richard Moss on his book The Mandala of Being made for a memorable bus trip into town. Richard also offers an online course on the Mandala - you'll find more details on his site.

Highly recommended. Do check it out.
Did I mention that Kelly Howell's podcasts are free to download. (in this day and age?)
Be inspired.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Dream state writing.


A man and a woman stood facing one another. From a distance one could sense the dismay and disappointment evident from their bearing had to do with tainted love. Standing far removed where one would normally be as an observer, you could see tears rolling down their cheeks and plopping unceremoniously onto the parched earth. Some said their discussion looked heated, while others felt their words were born from passion rather than violence or aggression.

It was only when the woman held out her hand to the man that the ripples of emotion reached the bystanders - as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, the ripples circling out until the energy faded into itself. In the woman’s hand was a smooth, brown pebble.

As the breeze picked up it was seeded with the woman’s words, carrying them like winged hopes to the bystanders.

And this is what she said:

“Lover of mine, throughout the years I have come to know the ripples in your mind, the ripples of pleasure through your body as we made love as well as the ripples you’ve caused in my soul and I in yours. I have loved and hated and loved you again. I have resurrected you only to murder you once more so that I could breathe life into your lifeless body yet again.

In fact, we have done this in turn to one another often enough. I stand in front of you today to say that I want no more of this sweet madness. No more of this intoxicating and alluring cycle.

In my hand I have your heart. So delicate in nature but it’s softness didn’t stop me from trampling all over it. When it was your turn to do with my heart as you wish – you tore its flesh apart. Bit by bit.

Yesterday, I lashed out against the world because of the pain I allowed you to cause me.
Today, however, I rejoice.

Take this pebble I have tenderized with my tears, my essence and my naivety.
Take back your heart and be gentle with it until you are ready to give it up for love again.
I’m grateful for our time together but I’m done.
We’ve paid our karmic debt to one another.”

With those words the woman pressed the pebble into the man’s outstretched hand,
just in time before she was lifted by the gentle breeze.
Some bystanders say the woman disappeared into thin air while others swear they saw a tiny butterfly being carried away into the distance, dancing on the wind.
They do agree on one thing though - that the man was left smiling as he gently held the pebble against his chest.
Needless to say, they were wondering why on earth was he so happy to have received a lifeless rock? If only they knew…

Monday, August 06, 2007

Foliage inspired.


I break out in a cold sweat at the mention of gardening tools and potting soil while the thought of helpless seedlings sends me running. Luckily, my friends caught onto this, hence I’m not the one they speed dial to take care of their plants or gardens before they go on vacation. (I’m told I'm on speed dial for coffee, drinks and entertainment if you wondered). In fact, I suspect the closest I have ever been to having “green fingers” was after a finger painting session.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the pleasures and tranquility that gardens offer though.
Roughly 3 weeks ago I was privileged to spend time at the Willka Tika garden guesthouse in Peru’s sacred valley. Inspiration hit me as I was meditating in the 3rd chakra/solar plexus garden. This chakra is all about your sense of personal power in this world and is symbolised by the Sun.

An ode to the Sun

I firmly plant my feet on Pachamama and reach up to your golden rays.
Here I stand - focused, strong and certain of every word I say.

Forgotten are the thoughts of being unworthy, weak or hopeless.

My inner flame burning bright even through ink-black nights.

See my light and feel my fire.

To happiness and openness do I aspire.