Author: eartha

Ancient Voices

Very often when I write or recall my journeys, dreams and visions then the words just fall out onto the page fully formed as if they live already in another world and I am just opening the door to let them in. It may well be that is exactly what is happening.  I feel a very […]

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Soul Song

  These words, which are born of my experience in this life, are of a Soul searching nature.  They come from my changing awareness as I unravel the complexities of living in this world.  Over the years I have become increasingly aware of the nature of my relationships with those around me and I have realised that the most important relationship any […]

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Nature Spirits

  On a magical misty morning walking to work through the woods, loving all the cobwebs, I heard, “You are made of green flesh and green bone. A changeling nature child.” Then I realised that is what happens when you put babies out in their prams in all weathers and leave them to cry (as my […]

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Dreams

Sorting out Dreams.  These are an extension of my daily concerns and worries and I can see clearly what issues they relate too and what daily happenings they are born from. Wake up you have not been listening Dreams. When I first began to ‘wake up’ to Spirit,  I had a lot of these dreams which […]

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Rich can become Poor

  Rich can become poor, Youth and beauty fades Illusions are nothing, But I am what I am, and always will be.      

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Understanding Relationships

So much of my journey has been about the unfolding and unravelling and understanding of relationships and the effect they have and how my passing through life is revealed by the people around me. Sometimes I feel like I am just an imprint left in the sand where I was once buried. I feel like […]

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Finding Home

  Having no home of my own means that I have to find my home within. Being alone means that I am not able to look to anyone else to define who I am. If do look outside of myself for a home, or to be defined, then I end up trapped, not free to […]

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Winter Woman

Winter woman is here. I have heard her singing in the distance for some time but now she has walked through the door, earlier than expected. She is not bound and makes her own rules.The first thing she told me, “ Love is not a soft pink promise and only fools believe it to be […]

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My Heart Opens

My heart opens and my Spirit flows out weaving infinite threads into myriad patterns like delicate wings unfolding, a gossamer web floating on the wind. My Mind charges in, jealous of all that effortless creation, and wields the stick that smashes and destroys. My heart opens and my Spirit flows out weaving infinite threads into […]

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Love

  Love is that which tears apart and scatters and opens and throws us to the sky that we become stars.Unless love breaks us apart we are too solid, too dull, too heavy to fly and will always be chained to dull life, dead life, lifeless. It is the price we pay for joy.  It […]

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