The Road Well Travelled


On the road from Responsible to Teenager                                             photo
I discovered ‘Hold Things Lightly’
The balance point between the two

I had been see-sawing from one to the other
Jolted and jarred by the sudden abrupt movement
Experiencing martyrdom in one, anger in the other

‘Hold Things Lightly’ showed me a third way
Requiring no self-sacrifice, no acting out

“Stay as the observer
If anger comes visiting, let it in
Own it and breathe…

If responsibility hangs heavy
Like the sack cloth and ashes of martyrdom
Don’t pretend its alright

Allow yourself to feel its full unwanted weight
Embrace it and make your peace, it will set you free”

‘Hold things lightly’

No need for struggle, blame, self-loathing
Float easily to the surface – and breathe…

The way lies within you…

ancestor stick




The soul spins through eternity
Giving and gathering on its journey
At one with The Source
Part of the whole, whole unto itself

Enriched and enriching
Nourished and nourishing
The multi-dimensional self seeks itself
– part and whole –

The weaving begins…
The fabric unfolds…

Soulweaving is the weaving of the many tangible and intangible threads of Life.  It is what connects me to myself, emotions, thoughts, feelings, body; and also how I know myself to be more than emotions, thoughts, feelings and body.

Soulweaving is an inner journey of transformation, the working of spirits invisible threads on the loom of life, bringing me closer to my true nature.

At times I am weaving what is passing from my life – the dull, the discordant, the ugly, the sparse – a letting go of what is false.

At times the loom is the gateway from illusion to reality and what is being revealed through weaving is the natural feeling of oneness with the Universe.

Both the process and the woven tapestry point to something greater than myself.

Weaving as a spiritual practice brings with it the peace, freedom and truth that I have always been seeking.  At the loom I become the observer and the witness of my thoughts and actions and through this distancing  comes the realisation of something beyond me, beyond mind, that I AM

She Who Weaves

She who weaves
Sits at the loom of life
The door between the worlds falls open

Reality or illusion is her choice
And at the loom time disappears
As past and future cease and there is only now

At her feet in a cradle a baby lies,
Symbol of rebirth and of new life
And at her side the alchemist’s pots of gold
From which she draws her rainbow coloured threads

The shuttle in her hand is blessed
“All is well”  Her work begins
And slowly with much love
She works the cloth in which the many become One…

Flu Weavings


Winter is a time of retreat, a time for introspection, contemplation, reflection. It invites us to quiet the mind, still the soul and crystallise our inner workings.  This is what I wanted but felt that I couldn’t have at a time of year that has also come to mean excessive celebration in the form of presents, food, drink and family time.

I continued to repeat, ‘this should be a time of retreat…’ until in the second week of 2014 I got my wish and was laid low by a flu virus that kept me in bed for about 10 days.  My error was in not being clear about my intention and so my retreat came with illness attached.

My ‘inner workings’ crystallised in the form of my flu weavings so maybe there was no error and I was reaping what I had sown…


Weaving I

Through the worst; the world didn’t come to an end but at times I wished it had.  Feeling really weak, can’t concentrate, brain like mush but so fed up with lying in bed looking at the rain endlessly falling. 

Stuff coming loose, racking cough exhausting me, sore chest…




Weaving II

Ooh that cough!  I feel raw inside.  The endless coughing like guitar strings being tightened in my chest.

Night time brings it’s own exquisite torture – a tickling cough once let loose hard to contain.  I wander the house in the early hours looking for rest on the sofa propped up in a pile of cushions; in a Lemsip; in an affirmation ‘I am in good health, I sleep easily and soundly’;  nothing helps…



Weaving III

 Time for antibiotics!  I rarely take them but the pain in my chest has spread to my ears and throat and I’m losing weight because I have no interest in food. 

Time to wave the magic pharmaceutical wand and bring everything back to normal…




Weaving IV

 At last things coming back into harmony!  I am able to engage in sustained conversation with others on topics other than my flu.

Still feeling tired and weak, thought I could get back to my morning walks but only managed around the block and back to flop on the sofa…




Weaving V

 Joined Anthony once again in a trip to the gym this morning but only to sit in the steam room and the jacuzzi.  Loved every minute of it, but needed to return to the sofa. 

Dizzy spells…  I don’t recognise myself in this illness.  It’s prolonged and fundamental…




Weaving VI

First of all a loosening and shaking up! Then a letting go and a rawness of having been scrubbed clean – next light -headedness – days of it…

It feels like an emptying out – this flu…





Weaving VII

 Nature abhors a vacuum, so once empty the refilling begins…

I want to be in a conscious state of awareness when the creative cycle – think, feel, act, create – begins again.   I must remember:

Watch your thoughts for they become words

Watch your words for they become actions

Watch your actions for they become habits

                                                    Watch your habits for they become character

                                                             Watch your character for it becomes your destiny”





Don’t resist what is
This is the path to unhappiness
We are all entangled
In nations
In families
In ourselves

Respect the fate of others
Leave them to their own solutions
Honour the lives of your Ancestors
Tend to your own business
And in so doing
Release the energy of transformation within yourself

Don’t waste energy resisting
Allow what is to be
Reveal the trauma within the system
And begin the work of healing

Stories not truth
Are what entangle us one with another
The trick is to get out of the story
Lose the attachment to your view of reality
Sacrifice being right
For being at peace

And as you do
All that needs to heal comes to the Light

And entanglements fall away…


woven blue throat chakra


“At the inner core of each one of us spins seven wheel-like energy centres called chakras.“

Each chakra is a centre of activity within the body, which receives, assimilates and expresses life-force energy.




Bark Weavings

There’s a tree in the park slowly dying
It makes my heart ache to see it
Standing majestic still
Silhouetted against the skyline
All sharp and naked limbed
Life force ebbing away. . .

And so on my walks I am hugging it
Loving it back to leaf and bud
Hopeful of what the Spring will bring. . .

But the Wheel of the Year turns
And there is no resurrection
Nature will have its way
Death strips us of our beauty in form
Bark falls and lies
And on my walks unable to bear it
I gather pieces and work my magic. . .

Weaving colour and vitality where none remain
I am part of a renaissance
Mindful of the Oneness of all life
And the transition the world calls death. . .


Wild Weaving

Turn down your pots and pans
Hang up your mops
Put away your Dysons
Silence your Blackberrys
Turn off your PCs and Ipads
Abandon your children

And come wild weaving with me!

Forage in your local park
Go hunter gathering
Collect feathers
Pick up dried leaves
Gather the windfall of twigs after the storm

Go hunting in Oxfam
Be determined at car boot sales
Search out mother’s drawers
Grandmother’s cupboards
Unravel last year’s Xmas jersey from Auntie Maud
Go to John Lewis
Do whatever it takes

But come wild weaving with me!




Death always arrives bearing an invitation
But this was the first time that I saw it
Reaching out in my fall
Into that now familiar darkness
I accepted death’s gift to me
And surrendering
Heard for the first time
That Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent call
To ‘wake up!’

Allowing myself to feel the full force of the pain
That in previous deaths I had anaesthetised
I became the wave to the ocean
At the mercy of currents
That dragged me far out
Where I lost my form
And was consumed by a far greater Power
Only to be tossed exhausted onto the shore
A tiny wave once more
But in a state of grace

Death always arrives bearing an invitation
To know yourself
As part of the Universal Creative Power
To understand that by the grace of this Power
Man brings his world of experience into being

The choice is ours
To stay with the fear, guilt, anxiety, ignorance
Or align ourselves with the power, beauty, joy and abundance
That is our True Self

Death always arrives bearing an invitation
Reach out and take it…
If not this time
Then the next… or the next… or the next…