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“We are needing to find and maintain our daily light, and that is what will charge us.”
Lee Harris and his most recent energy update have sparked me into wanting to make a post, a page, a memory tweaker, a sweet reminder note.
“If we forget to do it we get upset at human density, we get upset at the dark or the suffering side of the world without remembering we’re all here creating it and influencing it with our vibration.”
“So if you can indentify the things that LIGHT YOU UP or give you relief and apply some of them every day as either medicine to the part of you that’s struggling or support to the part of you that is here to go deeper with your purpose. Because that is ‘if you like’ an annual theme for this year – everybody on the planet, whether they’re spiritual or not, there is a strong sense of, everything is under review.”
“What is my purpose. Why am I here, what am I doing this for.” – Lee Harris
I SO relate to this. I know I am a light ‘seeker and worker’. I understand the need and place for darkness, and I need daily light to see my way forward.
Not content to sit around in a funk for very long, I find that very exhausting and seemingly pointless. As I was listening to Lee’s update, and the idea of ‘what lights you up’ I instantly thought of the litte drawings I make of my inner child – Little dd. She puts me in touch with an inner innocence and my own experience here.
Drawing her and sharing her quirkyness with the world is a small commitment I can make to my own creative practice right now, encouraging myself to #drawlikenooneisjudging. In doing so, I trust, that others will also be encouraged to draw like noone is judging if that is something that lights them up.
This creative life is a devotion.
A devotion to bringing more light into the world.
.. holding a space where light is welcomed.
I have been finding it very challenging to hold on to my lighter self with all of the harshness unfolding and yelling across our news reals and social media.
I weep for the brokenness and rail against the negative patriarchal energy and blatant abuse of women and girls and minority groups. It’s really bloody awful out there.
I need ways of bringing joy into my own darkness, healing my own inner demons, so I will continue to seek out my personal daily light.
So when others pass by my digital home, they’ll see a light on, and teacups at the ready, creativitea served daily with love.
love Denise x
I have a number of painting in progress at the moment, readying for a group exhibition in Brisbane early April. This both freaks me out and excites me in kindof equal measure.
Below is where one is currently at… and two preceding stages of it . . . I’m painting over one I did last year and was no longer attached to keeping.
I’m learning a lot about letting go . . . which is pertinent to me in more ways than one at the moment.. in the space of time since I last visited this blog and posted . . . I have travelled to New Zealand twice to visit my Mother and our family.. and in January our dear Mother died, I had the privilage of being with her for the days leading up to her departure and the bittersweet moment of her last breath.
So much cannot be said when regaling the complex relationship between mother and daughter, but suffice to say she taught me so much about grace and presence especially in her last days with us, she gave of herself so generously, I can learn much still from my memories of her, and also too, I am learning to let some of the old practices she was given by outdated systems go, they are not necessarily mine to keep even if they were passed down from generations.
I am aware that a new relationship will be ours now as I believe she is just across the veil.
Blessed be : A Patricia Fahey 9th May 1929 − 18th January 2016
A very special priest cared for us and our Mother during this time of grief and loss, Fr Phil left an indelable mark on our hearts as he gave us a glimpse of a beautiful man of faith with so much humility and grace and immense kindness. He cycled around to my parents home and left an envelope for me on the afternoon of Mum’s funeral, inside it on a piece of paper was written :
Cup of Tea
Drink your tea slowly and reverently,
as if it is the axis on which the whole earth revolves
without rushing toward the future;
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.
– Thich Nhat Hanh
On a practical note . . . I’ve been needing to keep strength up, and a dear friend reminded me of the benefits of a higher protein intake to give more energy.
So, here I will share the pancake mix I made this morning, I did the milling of the nuts and oats in a thermomix, but any device you have is worth a try.
This morning, while doing the dishes, this video of Elizabeth Gilbert was great company. I love her. very. much. and am so grateful for her passionate voice in our social media world.
bye for now dear reader,
love, Denise x
I’ve been working toward offering my own ecourse for quite a long while, and finally it’s coming to fruition. I’ll be addressing such things as the inner critic and self doubt, because to be honest they have been instumental in my taking A COUPLE OF YEARS to get bold enough, brave enough, and enough YES i CAN do this… so.. i totally GET the challenge of the artful life.
I won’t labour over those things though, because I also believe where you focus there you go. So some helpful intentional creativity recipes will be shared, and the creation of a smash book / or several.
Please visit the info page to find out all the details, and don’t hesitate to ask a question if you have one.
Find out more over here : http://creativiteatime.com
thank you for stopping by,
ok so there may (will) be an inordinate amount of
pictures of treats… because… well… ‘sweet tooth here’.
If you’re looking for a delightful read about returning to country life after
the busy demands of a city journalist’s job, … then look no further than this
darling of a Memoir “A Story of Seven Summers: Life in the Nuns House”
by Hilary Burden. …. and see that sponge cake… the recipe is in the book.
I read the snippet on Amazon and emailed my friend who lives in Tasi …. and… well…
like a magical series of fortunate events.. we ended up visiting Hilary and sipping rich spicy chai tea while
looking out at the majestic view from her very inviting verandah of THE Nuns’ House.
and now over a week later…. back home.. it’s already like a dream.
A warm, inviting, cosy dream that I’ll be able
to re-visit thanks to the place made here with
a sip of my tea.
it’s the first day of APRIL,
I’ve got a strange little feeling
going on in my solar plexus
(god save me from effenautocorrect!)
I did what is the best thing
I know to do… have a cup of tea…
but it made me recall an ongoing
conversation I have in my head,
is that mild anxiety excitement or fear?
Having to sit with that for now,
and not let it take me out… but
rather… just allow it to be..
and I can be curious about it.
Tea with a friend helps.
love Denise xo
Considering I’ve shared an announcment on fb this morning
about an upcoming collaborative workshop I’m teaching in
Christchurch New Zealand in May 2014… I think it’s excitement…
pretending to be anxiety! 🙂
I don’t recall if I’ve poured this here
but today was one of those days,
where, I just felt a kind of
(nothing really wrong, just meh)
So.. as I do most every morning
I take a cup of tea and my notebook
and do morning ‘writing’
yes.. julia cameron inspired me.
and encourages PAAAGES… but
pfft… some days I don’t have time,
inclination whateverittakes to do
And I am OVERRR making
myself wrong for everrryyything.
So.. I as I made my tea
I put my hands on the cup
‘This is a cup of self acceptance tea’
and proceeded to drink that in.
My over active, critical thinking brain,
was a bit over active …
so a while later I
took myself downstairs and made
a whole tea pot of it!
I’m feeling like I was able
to chat to myself in a kinder way,
write some things that
were a bit helpful in my pages,
help soothe myself.
I even sent a text to a friend
who kept popping into my mind
and sent her an
imaginary cup of self acceptance tea
… since I had a pot going.
You are welcome
to make a cup too…
anytime you need, any kind of tea will do
it’s the intention that holds the magic.
a local tea house
serves their cake
with a fresh rose
o. my. goodness.
this alone makes my
imagine the overflow,
to catch up with two
amazing women that
I happened to meet
at a retreat in Bali
earlier this year.
I love it
when you’re chatting
and you share something
that’s been bubbling
up inside for a time
that you’d like to
create, or bring into
the world.. your world,
and in the telling of
you feel tingles
and the one listening
says she feels tingles
all up her body too.
the body never lies,
we take it as a sign,
a good sign,
of things to come.
A Zen year is
for 2014 says
one … Create
and I’m still
to find my
for the year.
oh.. the tea,
but it tasted
a lot like
i had a bunch of words here
thought I’d published,
I’ve just finished a pot
of chai tea, not the brew
on the stove fresh kind,
but two tea bags in
one pot, trying to get
the same amount
of flavour kind.
I’m appreciating Hafiz
today, and the wonderful
friend in California
who introduced me to
I don’t tend to read
much poetry at all,
I’d like to make more
space for it to flow in
what about you?
love D xo