The gift of the joy bird

The gift of the joy bird

Joy was elusive. It was a pensive adagio. There was unmarked sadness. I sat with it. Trying to understand it. Wanting it to lift. I lived with it. Put it in the back seat. My determination driving. Waiting to pick up my joyful soul on the long road ahead. Looking for her, hoping to see her standing, framed by the horizon, her thumb out wanting to hitch a ride, joy smiling from within her, greeting the world through the lift of her cheeks and the broadness of her lips. Alas, the road before me was long and absent of what I was seeking. The universe had not painted her in the picture for a while.

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Life is fragile

Life is fragile

Three words came to me during my morning meditation. Life is fragile. When I blinked open my eyes, to see my dog loyally lying at my feet, the words ‘life is fragile’ were resting in my heart. Ringing in my ears. I wasn’t sure why these words came to me, but I accepted them. They made sense. I agreed with them. Life is fragile. And then I got on with my day and did not give those three words a second thought, until later, when they were shouting at me from the ocean.

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Be the tree

Be the tree

Be life, rather than watching life. Rather than sitting next to it, feeling anxious as the fruits of life ripen and fall to your feet. Be life creating the fruit. Creating the opportunities. Be the tree. Your roots firmly in the ground, nourished by the soil around you. Soaking up the sunshine and the rain. Be the tree. Let the wind rustle your branches and leaves, breathe in what is around you and breathe out what you want around you. Be the tree. Fruit your creations. And let any which fall, nourish your soil, to feed your next season of fruit.

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To love again

To love again

There is an old tale. About a man. Who loves a woman. Dearly. He hands her his heart. For her to hold. Forever. Vows are spoken. A veil lifted and their love sealed with a kiss. They live life for many years dreaming together. Until one day, she slips through his fingers. Stolen by an illness. Death and dust. And he mourns her. His heart a pile of ash sitting deep inside his chest. His private tears unending.

An old tale of love, teaching us the way of the universe.

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Alchemical audience

Alchemical audience

So we are writing a novel. A graphic novel. We are writing the words on paper as we see the pictures in our imagination. The graphics will come later. After the words settle. And rather than hiding this novel away. Secretly writing it for as long it takes to one day reveal its final form. We have decided to share its magical journey along the way. We invite you to be our alchemical audience.

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Sparky

Sparky

As I sat in the sun, on the deck of our humble shed this morning, reflecting on my meditation, I watched a young magpie poking around in the wet grass and dirt. His fluffy feathers made me smile. As did his little leg shorts. It looked like he was wearing a pair of feather knickerbockers. He was nice company in the morning sunlight. He reminded me of another bird, I knew once. Long ago. A bird who has a piece of my heart.

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A little prickle

A little prickle

Sometimes in life something small and unseen will derail us, and in those times it is so important to have someone to carry us home. To not be too proud to take their care and their help. To allow our friends and family to know when we are hurting. By something small and unseen. To let them know we don’t know why walking in life is difficult right now, but that we accept their support. Their love. Their care. And allow them to hold us for a while. For as long as we need.

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Into the depths

Into the depths

The tips of her toes leave the surface of the water. The last of her body to feel the air. As she submerges into the water. Diving into the darkness. Her feet gracefully slide from air to water with barely a splash. Her eyes close as she begins the descent. She automatically pushes her arms in front of her to carve through the body of water she has found herself in. To propel herself deeper.

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Reading out loud

Reading out loud

There is a reason parents tell or read stories out loud to their children at night, before they go to sleep. It helps relax them. It makes them feel safe and secure. It helps with language as well as social and emotional development. It bonds them. It activates their brains in healthy ways. Which can last for days. It releases the cuddle and love hormones which turn up when we kiss and hug. I am so grateful that all these beautiful benefits of the traditions of oral storytelling have returned for adults to enjoy. It will foster human bonding, for a better world.

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Canine classroom

Canine classroom

Dogs teach us how to be better humans. How to treat ourselves and others with respect and loyalty. And how to make the most of life. We have always taken on rescue dogs. And those, who have blessed our family, have come into our homes with open hearts, regardless of their past story. Ready to be loved and a willingness to love us unconditionally, forever. I am grateful for their cuddles, and to have them sit by my side. Grateful for their precious little souls.

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Wonderful words

Wonderful words

I love an alliteration. Where the sounds of two words are meant to be together. They match. Starting with the same letter. Or the same sound. A repetition. A playful rendition. They have always captured my heart. Filled it with joy. Spilled into laughter. And delight. Wonderful words. Magical moments. Satisfying sounds. All amazing alliterations. I love them. They are the super heroes of language. Their super power: spreading joy to hearts young and old. And laughter, which sings from our souls as we stumble over them with carefree amusement.

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Marvellous middles

Marvellous middles

At the very centre of the fruit is where you will find its seed. It is at the middle of a cross, where you will find its strength. The centre of a mandala is what draws the eye. And when a seesaw or set of scales matches their midpoint. You have perfect balance. I am in the marvellous middle. The sweet spot. The middle of life. And all it has to offer. Possibility. Strength. Focus. Balance. Everything you need for a wonderful launching pad. To dive into a sea of creativity. And what the world has on offer.

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