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Letting Go

Inside my heart there is an ocean

I can hear the roaring of the waves

I want to sing that song

Bathe in the cool waters

Immerse myself in the currents

And follow the flow

To adventure and

Wonder and delight.

Usually I wonder how

I can get there.

I shrug and act helpless

As if my mind ran the show.

But today is different.

I can just go there

Easily simply

By letting go.

I wrote this last week after having a session with spirit medium PIna Lazara and author of  Love is the Essence of the Soul Chrysalis.  My homework was 'Letting Go' :-)

 I loved Pina’s book.  I admire her courage for writing it even though she wasn’t sure how it would be received or what people would think of her.  It gives me the courage to pursue my own book. 
I really liked the sense of timelessness where life events are interwoven with dream-like stories.  My favorite bit was about the beluga whales and as I read it, I could just feel myself drawn in that magical world and I was in the sea moving up and down in the swell.  

Pina writes openly and honestly from her heart and I found I couldn’t put the book down.  I read most of it in an afternoon.

Check out  Pina's Blog and you can get her book there too.

Yoga Magic

Last weekend at Lissarda estate, West Cork,  Bella Hancock and Claire Osborne  had a fundraising yoga day in support of  Collateral Repair Project - Helping You Help Refugees in Jordan.  I went along to the wonderful Kirtan in the evening led by Kenny Dread.

Bella gave a moving talk and slide show about her visit to Jordan last Autumn where she taught yoga and dancing to refugees at the CRP's Community & Family Resources Centre.  Bella & Claire are travelling again to Jordan in March and you can support them here if you like collateral repair - yoga for refugees in jordan

The poems below were inspired by Bella's talk and Alexandre's beautiful pictures from Jordan.

Photo credit:Alexandre Reisdorfer

Yoga Magic

Photo credit:Alexandre Reisdorfer

Lissarda last

Dead of night

Star bright

Seeking kirtan

Finding softly

Polished timber floors

Crackling fire

Bella talks of Jordan

Surpassing pain

Planted in yoga

Smiling eyes of children

Women opening up

Photo credit:Alexandre Reisdorfer

Men sitting in 

Dignified silence

All tuning inside

To themselves

Finding they are

Still alive

Green shoots

Of hope and wonder

Sprouting

‘She said she loved the dancing the best because it made her forget about her problems’  Bella Hancock

When I’m dancing

My mind stills to

A point.

Photo credit:Sumaya Agha

Then the metronome

Of my body takes over.

Time is suspended

And I am moved

About in space

Joyfully

Childlike

As if for the first time.

I ebb and flow

Freely

For now the life

Inside me

My fierce

Beautiful soul

Is not stemmed

By the events

Of my life

Or the pain in my heart

That is my waking

Companion.

For now I spin and turn

With an ease

That surprises me.

Entranced

I am danced

Past my limitations

Past my fears

Propelled into

My heart space.

Womb-like safety

Candlelit darkness

And at it's centre

A message addressed 

To me says

‘Welcome Home’