the ice palace of the mind

There are several layers of the human individual: 

the physiology, the body;  the psychology, the mind

 - all tangible, hardwired 3D 

and  then the being, the eternal self, the energies -

 all 5D ethereal, felt not seen. 

Love can exist on all of these planes, 

but its qualities will be different.

A  creative mind  and aspect

 will feel  beyond the beauties of the mind, and 

into the sensitivities of the heart,

  to feel their way through life 

without overly thinking, strategising, chess playing

 in the dance of their relationships -  

this is a rare form of love 

because it continually re-sets itself in the present moment 

without the baggage of the past. 

 If you can start to know the difference

 more and more

 of when you are overly living in your head

 vs moving into your heart at times of intimacy

 and relating 

you may begin to notice how much more connected you feel

 not only to your own feelings and heart but to others 

and from this space your choice of language,

 body language, your ability to listen and not fix, 

will be positively transformative.

Why are many people not moving to this 5D plane

 of love with all it's beauty?   

That is the problem: anything very beautiful is also very delicate. 

It is not hardware, it is made of very fragile glass. 

And once a mirror has fallen and broken,

 then there is work to be done

 to put the pieces back together with kindness,

 grace and mutual respect.  

People are afraid to get so much involved

 that they reach to the delicate layers of love,  

because at that stage love is tremendously beautiful 

but also tremendously changing and fluid 

 - the river of feeling cannot be blocked with conditions.   

Feelings are not solid stones they are the delicate petals of a flower.

A deep all-embracing 5D love

 is alive, dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun, asserting its beauty. 

But by the evening it may be gone, 

and you cannot do anything to prevent it. 

The deeper love of the heart is just like a breeze

 that comes into your room, brings its freshness, its joy and then it is gone. 

You cannot catch hold of the wind in your fist. 

Very few people are so courageous

 as to live with a moment-to-moment, changing life. 

Hence, 

they have decided to fall into a love on which they think

 they can depend,

 on which they think

 is solid

 and fixed

 but this is a fallacy. 

 Love

 is a day to day 

recommitment to 

presence

 and an honouring

 of each other's authentic changing states. 

 A daily lesson

 we are all invited to practice 

if we seek more positive authentic relationships

 where nothing and no one is taken for granted.

happy days
of dancing
with love....
feeling you,
feeling me......

stairways to heaven

at the end of the exhale
breath surrenders to quietude
for a moment you hang in the balance
-
suspended
in the fertile spaciousness
that is the source of breath.

at the end of the inhale
filled with the song of the breath
there is a moment when you are
simply
holding
the tender
mystery

in these interludes
experience opens into exquisite vastness

there's a sweet meditation
you can do like climbing
stairs to bed
inhale up one step, two then three,
hold for
one step, two, then three
and
exhale down
count one step, two, then three
repeat
if you focus your eyes closed
on your sweet heart
magic begins to happen
just
wait
wonder......
sweet love to
you

sweet energy

here we are in Southern Spain

Andalusia 

up high above the sea in the land 

of four-legged friends, fields of olive, cork and sweet

scent of oranges and lemons hanging

heavy with their juice to share

no one in sight, no telephone poles, masts

the only way to communicate

softly gently quietly through our hearts

our friends come to see what adventure 

we have in store for them today

their excitement catches us all

and whips us into

childhood adventures of

swallows and amazons

ponies and picnics

our first romantic deep loves that 

could never break

 our sweet  small open hearts

all saddled up

water, sunscreen packed in saddle bags

and bikinis for the 

cool spring waters and

waterfall 

at the old mill

we climb high and dive deep

to wash the urban city sprawl and tension out of hair and heart

and let our hearts be opened once again

to the magic of simple things

life is simple and sweet here

mother nature

gives all of herself

relentlessly effortlessly

she just does her thing regardless of 

who is watching, needing her

like we mothers do to our young

Diving in to sweet stillness

the simple easy days of summer loving 

slip through 

gentle fingers, 

as the sweetness of being becomes

 a habit

like when 

we were tiny people

letting go of the grip of doing and all that

strive jive dance

 that twists faces into knots

and collapses days

into a fury

 i find myself  drawn to solitude

 a little inhale of sweet silence 

and an exhale

to the setting sun.

i used to be scared of alone time

silence equalled unhappy people not talking

but old tribe's rituals can be outgrown

 if they aren't yours to begin with

now

 silence

 is a

-----

 space

-

a pause

 between a

 sweet          word

 between

 the inhale       the exhale 

where 

any   thing

every  thing 

is

entirely

 possible   plausible.

i can be alone for hours,

days,

weeks 

basking in the light of a little space of being

a time to commune with myself,

 ask gentle questions 

and wait for sweet answers from

sweet friends in the 5D world 

who get the chance to speak

and be heard.

silence is the sister

of solitude.

practice not speaking for a few hours, a day, a couple

it gives a simple pause to self-observe, to centre and cultivate 

new perspectives and re-gather lost parts of us all.

there's a song i like to play that pulls me finally out of 

silence - i light a candle - thank 

all for 

all

don't be scared to listen to your soul dance and flicker 

in the 

sweet

light

satie

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on being fearless

and remember.......

“You are the sky. 

Everything else – 

it’s just the weather.” 

words from the beautiful - Pema Chödrön

sweet fearless days for 

me and you....