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A few of many...

A few of many…

Some of us are old enough to remember sock hops… but that’s going back a long, long ways. That’s the first thing I thought of when I heard the words blog hop. On the very day that I resurrected my blog by writing my Reviving Ariadne post, my friend and fellow blogger Karin Schluter Lonegren wrote to tell me about blog hopping, and asked my permission to feature me, in essence tagging me to join in this social dance of words and images. How could I refuse? It felt like a delightful sign that the universe was applauding my return to blogging! I so love a good flash of synchronicity!

So first, here’s Karin Schluter Lonegren to tell you about herself:

KarinGlamourShot I was born in The Netherlands in 1954. I moved to Glastonbury in 1997. I have five fabulous children, six grandchildren, and a beautiful husband. And a cat. I knit. I find inspiration in nature and I recharge myself by walking, yoga and meditation, and inner work. “I give healing/coaching sessions. I offer on-line and “in real life” trainings in Deepening Consciousness, retreats for women, and workshops. Over 900 clients have found their way to these healing sessions and workshops on personal/spiritual growth. I teach spiritual healing in the UK, The Netherlands, and in the USA. I live in Glastonbury, UK, and in The Netherlands. It’s a curious exercise, living in two countries! This is my website, with a link to my blog: www.karinschluter.nl.”

Thank you for gifting me with this invitation to talk about my writing, Karin! I always enjoy talking about my writing process because for me writing is far more process and practice than product. Nevertheless, I am delighted to have my writing recognized and enjoyed.

What am I working on/writing? I have just launched a new long-term project that weaves together my fascination with the ageing process and my sense that I really want to leave an organized legacy from my time on this planet. I have been blessed with incredible good fortune and opportunity, and I somehow want to say thank you for that by taking time to look over my life while I am still young and vital enough to birth something new out of the retrospective. It all started by digging out my stacks (and stacks) of old journals and personal writings. In typical Give-a-Mouse-a-Cookie style, that led to spring cleaning my desk, then our office, and finally to a sort-out of my collection of old jewelry en route to an actual writing session. My way in to the project has been a nostalgic look at the charm necklace that has grown (and aged) along with me over the decades. The stories of those charms has introduced both my eras and my interests.

How does my work/writing differ from others of its genre? My writing is deeply personal and intensely conversational.  I write as if I were sitting with my reader, speaking heart to heart about what matters in that moment. It is a very spontaneous style that seems to come from somewhere beyond me. My writing secret is that I don’t always recognize what I have written because it has come from someplace so much deeper than my own headspace!

Why do I write what I do? I write to make sense of my world. Writing is my spiritual practice, letting me know what I really think of the world and my place in it; I need to read what my pen has to say.

How does my writing process work? I warm up to most days by sitting in bed with coffee, pen, and notebook in hand. I write in longhand, relaxing into the rhythm and freedom of my pen scrawling across the page. Those pages are my safe place, the place where I am most completely and freely myself. By the end of three pages, what matters most has surfaced, and I ground it with either a prayer or a haiku (is there a difference?).  I am a list-maker; while I scrawl, I also make lists, and the lists I generate in the margins of morning then inform and shape the day ahead.

Some days I make it to my desk, others find me detouring into what I call my kitchen alchemy, stirring my creative process by cooking. Or I knit. On my writing days, I circle into myself, dropping deeper into some quiet space inside myself where I can weave my words. It is a tender place, and fickle. Once there, I am easily called away by outside noises and distractions, so I wear headphones but rarely turn on any music, instead whispering into the vacuum as if reading to my invisible audience, knowing that my words must land both audibly and visually in my reader’s consciousness.

Today’s social media fascinates me; its potential for community-building is without precedent. You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, and LinkedIn, and from there connect to the various pages I administrate for community, craft, and labyrinth. You can also connect to me via the Labyrinthos website.

Enough about me. Blog hopping now allows me to introduce you to a couple of my favorite bloggers and invites me to ask them the same questions I’ve just answered. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to two passionate women who blog about their work, their lives, and their interests. I hope you’ll hop on over to their sites….

Robin Bradley HanselRobin Bradley Hansel spends her days “rooted and grounded in a love of words.” Through her company, Green Treehouse Media, LLC, she designs personalized writing projects for small business owners, non-profit organizations and large corporations. Clients trust her to manage their social media accounts, blogs and newsletters on a daily basis. She’s passionate about ocean and environmental conservation and often lends her unique voice to “green” causes in her South Florida community and beyond.

Robin enjoys freelance writing on a wide variety of topics. She brings over twenty years of focused professional experience to her health, fitness and Pilates magazine articles as a licensed physical therapist.  Additionally, she takes personal wellness to a deeper level by facilitating meditational walks and retreats for a variety of individuals and groups through her other company, Labyrinth Wellness, LLC.

As a Louisville native, she still can’t hear “Run for the Roses” in May without getting a little teary-eyed. Married longer than she was alive before they met (but who’s counting?), Robin and her husband learn on a daily basis – with help from their teenage son – how little they know about anything. If her coffee cup is empty and the WiFi’s off, you’ll find her searching for sea glass with their yellow Lab, Lily.

Connect with Robin on TwitterFacebookWordPressLinkedInPinterest, Google+ and Instagram.

head shot 1Laura Diana Lopez is passionate about choosing a nourishing life. Her deep commitment to Integrative Wellness is evidenced by both her education and her personal story. Certifications in Intuitive Energy Medicine, Conscious Bodywork, Reiki, Yin Yoga and Holistic Health Coaching, and advanced degrees in psychology give her a multi-faceted approach to transformation.  Her twenty-five years of front-line professional experience in corporate cultures bring every-day practicality to making enduring change.

Laura mentors her clients in daily living in alignment with their best self, through implementing choices today that create a lifetime of balance in their tomorrows. She can help you reach your health goals in areas such as releasing extra weight, reducing food cravings, managing stress, and maximizing energy. Her clients say they are motivated by working with a coach who has firsthand experience of shifting to a healthier lifestyle.

Laura blogs at Mia Pancia: It’s All About the Belly. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn

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Visiting Saffron Walden with a dear friend yesterday  gave me the chance
to see the familiar labyrinth with fresh eyes and an open heart.

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We walk together
following the old pathways,
peace blows in the breeze.

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Meandering paths
crisscross the planet, always
leading home to Self.

One of the deepest gifts we can give in this world is our attention — our full, open-hearted attention. And yet, it can be a hard thing to do in our busy lives when society often insists on judging us by our ability to multi-task with ease and grace. In reality, however, ease and grace come from an altogether different source, an inner place where we can take the time to listen to ourselves, to Spirit, and to those who matter to our hearts.

Because we travel so much, I’ve learned that I like to pay attention to Place and Person, which means I don’t like answering the phone and responding to emails when I’m spending time with a friend, and that I need to retreat into Quiet in order to take in the sights and sounds of Place when I am exploring new terrain or making pilgrimage to sacred sites. What works for me is to write on a daily basis, no matter where I am, because it is my writing that helps me to make sense of my surroundings and recogize my community. But then I wait until I get home to distill meaning and polish my writing. So it is only now that I have returned to the routine of my daily life that I am ready to write here about the travel delights that we’ve just experienced. I so appreciate the immediacy of posts from people who can process and publish more quickly, but I am also coming to an understanding that I, personally, work more slowly. Thus, I apologize for the time delay, but hope that what I say here will reflect my deepening understanding of the Path. I will be sharing the stories of our recent journeys gradually over the coming days, both here and on our Labyrinthos blog… I hope you’ll join me!

Please visit the Friday rendezvous of the
haiku my heart community at recuerda mi corazon

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I have been delving for words this morning, hoping to entice my Poetic Self to come out to play with me in the glorious spring sunshine… but I am tired, wounded. I can find no poetry, no deep philosophy, nor, disappointingly, any sign of grittiness. Only this, by way of showing up, only this as an offering on our community playing field:

Uneven pavement
life changes in an instant…
healing comes slowly. 

My ankle, which I broke just over a week ago, is already beginning its healing, and my soul is fidgeting restlessly, eager to get back to independence and interesting projects.  I am reminding myself that we are multi-dimensional beings who experience life equally in body and spirit. I am practicing the art of graceful yielding now, allowing my body, mind, and spirit to work together, allowing myself to experience what is rather than what I think should be, allowing myself to enjoy the gentle care of my family and friends, allowing myself chocolate.

For more Friday haiku, please visit Rebecca and the wonderful haiku my heart community at recuerda mi corazon

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It was a-maze-ing! I know that the Knitted Maze was only one of the attractions of Saffron Walden’s weeklong Maze Festival, and as a knitter I might be a bit biased… but I was profoundly moved by the experience of seeing the grand old turf maze swathed in handcrafted fibre. In this case, the turf labyrinth, which is one of 8 surviving historical examples here in England, is called a maze despite the fact that it is actually labyrinth by modern definition… it has a single path leading all the way to the center, with no choices or dead ends.

It made for a stunning view, looking on from the raised banks surrounding the labyrinth… long strips of color covering the walls and flanking the paths, each section showcasing someone’s handwork. Walking the paths of the maze brought me in close enough to appreciate each person’s choices and contribution of colour, pattern, and fibre.  

Some bits were plain

some fancy,

 and some still in progress….

I wanted to wander endlessly, appreciating, enjoying the detail… but then stepping away to view it as a whole brought a new perspective, and I felt like I was looking at a long line of unique characters holding hands to provide a show for the audience. For me, it was a tangible experience of individuality blending into cohesive community. It was quite marvelous to witness the results of  personal creativity weaving into a new and wider tale. Each piece told a story which gave richness and depth to the overall effect.

As a knitter, I was pleased with my involvement, and proud of my bit… but to be honest, the most exciting part of my participation was watching my little piece take on a life of its own, down there in the far corner.

And the rest of the weekend… equally wonderful, colorful, and diverse! As always the labyrinth wove its own magic as disparate characters, interests and expressions came together in celebration of an age-old symbol.

Curious about just who might dream up such a zany project? Meet Sophie, the Wonder Woman behind it all…

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I’m in Sock Mode. Definitely and delightedly. I’m loving the 2010 Mystery Socks so much that I’ve started knitting the 2009 socks as well, to fill in the time I’d otherwise just spend waiting impatiently for the next Friday Clue. Not wanting to give too much away, let me just say that the ‘little boxes’ and ‘tiny trowel’ stitches are knitting up quite splendidly. Photos will be forthcoming.

I had a bit of a setback the first week, when I launched myself into the Knit-Along with  purple wool from my stash. Unfortunately, my knitting needles didn’t approve of my choice, and kept whispering to me about a different wool, a more autumnal wool, a wool that would appeal to a particular friend. My needles do that sometimes…. they whisper their opinions as I clickety-clack my way along. I can’t tell you how many things I start knitting, thinking that I’m making something for me, only to “hear” the name of someone else.  Sometimes I’m a bit disappointed, but I so love the feeling that a certain item “wants” to be for someone else…. and as knitting is such a spiritual practice for me, I love knitting prayers and blessings into my work, especially when they are prayers and blessings for someone dear.

With autumn in full swing, I can’t just sit home and knit… blue skies and crunchy leaves lure me out into the crisp air. A quick trip through the woods with my sweetie yesterday turned into a long ramble amongst ancient trees and along old hedge rows in search of strange mushrooms (to photograph) and signs of woodland critters scrambling to prepare for winter’s chill.

And then as the afternoon light was waning, we came home to our the delights of  our Crocktober endeavors…. we had left a beautiful melange of red cabbage and apple simmering in the crockpot. It was Delia Smith’s recipe, carried out with Stephanie O’Dea’s crockpot gusto. The house smelled divine as we kicked off our muddy boots and cracked open a bottle of wine…

October!

 

 

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Today I showed up

in the four directions that matter most:

I reached in, to feel my heart,

and out, to connect with others,

down to dig for truth,

and up, to God.

Tonight I can sleep in peace,

secure in my faith,

believing in promises kept.


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Jeff at work on his day’s fossil finds…

When I showed her this photograph, my friend Winter said, It looks old, must be the sepia color, or Jeff’s soul coming through. And that captures my intent perfectly. This is what I love about our days together, the quiet moments when we share space as we go about our individual pursuits.

I’ve decided to celebrate February by challenging myself to take a photograph every day this month. My reasons for this are twofold… not only do I want to hone my skills as a photographer, but it also occurs to me that accepting this challenge will get me out each day in search of something beautiful or meaningful.

I won’t be sharing every photograph on this blog; my challenge is about art not publication… but I certainly hope that this practice will feed my blog as I sharpen my perspective on the world by letting my soul dance with the lens of my camera.

With Imbolc just gone, we can really see the gradual lengthening of the days now, and with it, hopefully we’ll begin to notice the results of the deep soul work that is often done in the depths of winter’s darkness.

What is stirring deep within you? What new sprout in you is making its way tenderly toward the light of day?

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Support comes in many forms…. From the outset, our plans felt blessed by synchronicity and grace. With our iPhones giving us on-road accessibility, friendly text messages and emails continued to give us the almost uncanny support that began when we first made the decision to walk.

The morning after we decided to make this walk, a little package dropped through my letter box; inside was a set of beautiful prayer beads, complete with a scallop shell, that would support me in my spiritual preparation. Such signs of support continued through every stage of our planning and our journey. With no conscious planning, a very special spiritual mentor just  “happened” to be in Chartres the week we walked, and was on hand to greet us with ceremony and gifts when we arrived. Another mutual friend stepped up to support me through a moment of difficult challenge.  Perhaps more than ever before, I was aware of how blessed I am by the people in my life.

On Thursday evening we were invited by a private group to join them in their private candlelight labyrinth walk and prayer circle in the cathedral. What magic!

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Some of you burned candles for us, some walked labyrinths, others sent messages of support and dedicated some of your activities in support of our pilgrimage. As you prayed for us, we were also thinking of you, weaving you into fabric of our walk and appreciating your presence in our lives.

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Several friends sent little tokens for us to carry — sweet grass for smudging…  small bags of affirmations to support and inspire us on the days we walked, one to be drawn at random morning, noon and night…  an angel card for each of us  — Lisa’s was Trust; mine was Release, and I felt her close as she encouraged me onwards during my quiet hours of walking…

Some of the clothing we wore was borrowed, as was  some of our equipment, a seemingly small thing, but something I thought a lot about as I felt my walk being linked to dear friends and earlier walks. On some deep level I felt their experiences informing and shaping mine. Connection is a precious gift!

IMG_0235And I want to mention another kind of support… trekking poles. Pure magic! I had never walked with poles before, but so many people had recommended them that I decided to give them a go, imagining myself with a traditional Pilgrim’s Staff. I was worried about losing my balance or tripping over my own feet if I got tired or hungry. Having heard that poles give a full body workout, I assumed one pulled oneself along with the poles, but what I found is that they sort of walk themselves, moving with the movements of my hip. I was enchanted by their companionship and rhythm.

Walk cheerfully over the world, answering that of God in everyone.  — George Fox



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Memoir in an image and six words:
Malvhina
Mystery gives birth to endless flow…
The lovely Peaceful Knitter tagged me last week (my first tag!!), challenging me to pen a 6-word memoir then illustrate it with an image. I’ve spent the past few days pondering deeply, asking myself about what six words could possibly sum up my passage through life….. The answer is Mystery as she weaves her magic into my ordinary existence.
I suppose some of you will be surprised that I did not show an image of the labyrinth, which I surely could have done, as Mystery led me to the labyrinth as surely as it accompanies me through the meandering paths of my journey through life. Indeed, the dedication in my doctoral dissertation which was on the labyrinth’s potential for transformation reads:
To Mystery,
who guides our passage through life’s
strange and unexpected turnings
From my love of labryinths, to my knitting and beading, to the cherished connections I have with friends and family throughout the world, I have learned that Mystery gives birth to endless flow….
In turn, I tag Tales from the Labyrinth, the blog that made me yearn to blog; MyMaze, who might choose to write his memoir in his native German; firefly of I Live on a Farm, who inspires me with her boundless energy and beautiful taste; Wovenflame, who probably doesn’t know I exist, but who opens her heart, her family, and her knitting to the world; and Thistle Hill, in hopes that this will rekindle her blogging efforts.

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