Whilst out walking yesterday I got lost. I knew where I was going but I missed the wonder of nature as my left brain wandered off, wondering. The title of a friend's blog, coupled with meeting new people at the weekend, tripled with recent external events, and quadrupled with my own history, had got me thinking: What really attracts one human being to another and can we define that attraction?
We are often told that pheromones are key to sexual desire, but what about platonic friends, places, animals...?
How is it that I choose to make contact with one person over another in a room full of strangers? Is it the light we see emanating from the other? Recognition of a prenatal acquaintance? Are we vibrating at a similar frequency? I just don't know... I have a much loved friend who, in her own words, doesn't do deep. Aside from a shared sense of humour (is this the key?) she is my opposite in practically every other way. So is it balance? Are they the missing fraction of our whole self, filling our gaps at any particular time?
Is it looks, or memories - however distant - either positive or negative, that shape our current leanings? I spent much of my childhood in a house overlooking Romney Marsh - in my eyes a bleak and not very welcoming landscape. Home, where I feel comfortable, is in undulating countryside, near trees, with a preference for broad leafed varieties. I do not suffer from wanderlust yet I am inexplicably drawn to the life of Mongolian nomads, an existance as far removed from mine as I can imagine. Why?
When I was 7 a german shepherd ate my guinea pig. Though I love all dogs I have no desire to adopt an alsatian. Ever.
Aum x
Thursday 4 November 2010
Tuesday 2 November 2010
Kicking the but(t) of idle talk
Since August I've been looking for a lodge of the sweaty variety. While I was in it I thought never again do I have to put myself through this, however, since emerging from the "womb" the discomfort has mysteriously been erased from my memory. Like childbirth? I've no idea - I had a c-section.
A blog I stumbled across on my rambles round the web Shamanic Druidry led to a FB friend request and exposure to a diary of workshop opportunities, mostly taking place on the Isle of Sheppey.
I'd like to do this one or that one, I say... But it's too far, I tell myself. But what about the dog? Can I afford it? What is it with me? Jeez, it's only an hour away; Seth has many fans who are keen to adopt him for the day; and frankly I really don't need to buy any more books from Amazon when there is a perfectly good library system in place.
Admittedly I cannot reach my own backside so ordinarily I rely on someone to kick it for me.
Anyway, last Sunday I made it across the water to the reclaimed lands of the Isle for a workshop led by the wonderful Zoë Brân to mark the turning of the year, Samhain.
Caer Corhrain has beautiful energy and there were some lovely people present. We sat on sheepskins, attentive. We rattled and snuggled down into the fleeces. We journeyed to the middle and lower worlds to meet spirit helpers and also met an ancestor who gave us a gift. We asked questions, got answers and shared our findings. It was an enlightening day and I brought home further self-knowledge, reassurance, and I also gained some new friends. I'm planning to make a drum and/or rattle with Phil Jones in the near future and do further work with my spirit guides in whatever guise they appear.
If I can get off my But I think I'm on the medicine path...
Aum x
A blog I stumbled across on my rambles round the web Shamanic Druidry led to a FB friend request and exposure to a diary of workshop opportunities, mostly taking place on the Isle of Sheppey.
I'd like to do this one or that one, I say... But it's too far, I tell myself. But what about the dog? Can I afford it? What is it with me? Jeez, it's only an hour away; Seth has many fans who are keen to adopt him for the day; and frankly I really don't need to buy any more books from Amazon when there is a perfectly good library system in place.
Admittedly I cannot reach my own backside so ordinarily I rely on someone to kick it for me.
Anyway, last Sunday I made it across the water to the reclaimed lands of the Isle for a workshop led by the wonderful Zoë Brân to mark the turning of the year, Samhain.
Caer Corhrain has beautiful energy and there were some lovely people present. We sat on sheepskins, attentive. We rattled and snuggled down into the fleeces. We journeyed to the middle and lower worlds to meet spirit helpers and also met an ancestor who gave us a gift. We asked questions, got answers and shared our findings. It was an enlightening day and I brought home further self-knowledge, reassurance, and I also gained some new friends. I'm planning to make a drum and/or rattle with Phil Jones in the near future and do further work with my spirit guides in whatever guise they appear.
If I can get off my But I think I'm on the medicine path...
Aum x
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