The man burst through the wooden doors and nearly chocked to death on the swirling ash all around him.
He stared motionless at the circle of fire destroying the grand oak floors.
His eyes stung and his heart skipped a beat. This had happened before.
All the memories of that dark, horrible day came flooding back.
The man’s mind raced. She had been so close to him when it happened. She was blinded by smoke when she tripped and fell, and in a flash she was gone.
The man dropped to his knees as his heart ached for her.
What did this mean?
Sophie sat in the big, squishy blue armchair in the corner of a library.
This is where she felt safe, comfortable, and happy.
She snuggled deep down in the marshmallow of a chair and held up a book titled “Oliver Twist” and started to read.
What Sophie did not know, was that while she read contentedly, the room in which she sat in was changing!
The small night light that she used to read with was now a lamppost, the roof over her head started to disappear, and messy stacks of books were beginning to crowd the room!
Slowly, bit by bit, more changes appeared!
Slowly, Sophie lifted her head out of the book and stared around the room.
She blinked her eyes in confusion.
Was she in the right place?
When Easter comes, little children are filled with a bubbly joy.
Kids don’t always know why Easter is the way it is.
Not many young children even think about how Easter came to be.
Most of the time, their main focus is to get the biggest chocolate they can!
When you see them with chocolatey mush all around their mouths, your heart can’t help melting at the sight of something so cute!
But that is what is so naive and adorable about the youngest members of the world!
New South Wales, 2020
You stare at the blazing fire that is scorching your face.
You have tried every thing to escape the tiny apartment set alight with fire.
When you try to scream, no words come out of your gaping mouth.
The fire starts to lick up the walls all around you.
Helplessly, you turn and run into the kitchen and try to turn on the half melted tap, but it is as dry as the Sahara desert.
You take a deap breath and almost choke to death. The ash is starting to swirl all around you like a hurricane.
That’s when you hear the fire truck wailing in the distance.
Then, you black out….
You run your fingers lightly over the Egyptian code, embedded in to the solid stone doors. No one has been in this tomb for thousands of years.
Well, that was all about to change now.
What have you done!
You think as the doors open wide as possible. As soon as you set your gaze on the ancient things lying everywhere, your mouth opens wide into a near perfect “O” shape.
What you have found is not just billions of dollars waiting to be yours, what you have found is pure history.
You take a large step, and immediately the room starts to crumble….
April 2020 NSW
Only on foggy days does it appear in the park, lurking around the rickety wire fence that blocks off a part of the park no body is allowed in.
There was not much to say about the figure cloaked in mystery.
The shadow had wide, broad shoulders, and always seemed to wear a big coat of some sort.
It didn’t help that fog clouded the path every which way, so you would never be able to truly identify the silhouette from a distance.
For a few weeks, the figure would seem to be staring over the fence and in to the blocked off zone.
What did it mean?
Why was the person here?
What did it want?
On my mind this week:
Recently I have become increasingly aware of my busy days leading me to a sense of frustration and a perceived lack of achievement come the end of the day.
I have read many pieces of advice of how to live in the present, from using nature as our ancestors did and imagining the earth as a great spirit to taking an invigorating run?
Sounds like bullshit to me and many others
but Is this really a problem though, do I need further time consuming activities to add to my seemingly busy day? Or is busyness a state of mind that I have started to use as a badge of courage as many others do?
Is the excuse of being busy a way to avoid doing some key things in my life like actually having a deep conversations with people important to me.
I don’t have three children but if I did could I pause them to re centre my thoughts and take a run or pray or meditate. This is a ridiculous proposition and I do not suggest for a moment that this is what self help writers are advocating.
Could it be that the issue you are facing is not how much you are doing but your attitude in how you are doing it?
Everyone is busy, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
in his essay written in 1932, The philosopher Bertrand Russell commented, work was an overrated virtue. His essay was titled “In praise of idleness” and the concept of embracing idleness has now become a mantra of many. But not everyone can afford to adapt this view of idleness which seemingly has extended unusually to the encouragement by some Of “feeling the presence of the rocks, earth, mountains, streams and lakes.” And pausing your “doing ” to “smell the roses” when You need it. All concepts probably foreign to Mr Russell.
Here’s the small but powerful insight God gave me.
I hope it speaks to you in a helpful way as it did to me. And that is – paying attention living in the present.
When we don’t exercise this act of mindfulness we find ourselves stuck in a mechanised state of living. Going through the motions, tired, waiting for something better tomorrow or next week, or one day when we are retired perhaps, or the day when when the kids leave home. This looking forward is fine if we are not using it as a panacea to do nothing today, to appreciate today to seize the day no matter how simple or mundane it may seem.
Heaven forbid that to add excitement in this time while we wait we indulge ourselves in other distractions such as alcohol, drugs or extra marital relationships. there are many distractions we can indulge in but that in itself is another conversation.
When steps become heavy journeying to get to the end of the day, we need to make a decision, a tiny but profound one, to fully partake of every moment of every day and cherish it for what it is!
Paying attention is a moral act. When you practice it, much deeper connection happens…with yourself and others.
In the midst of what you are doing, choose to pay attention, choose to notice.
It doesn’t take extra time, because whatever task it is you’re doing,you’re doing it already.
It doesn’t take extra time to pay attention to the pleasing colours of the veggies when you are BUSY cooking and To notice which one you find particularly attractive, if not tasty.
It doesn’t take extra time to pay attention to someones body language as you listen to that person with a hope for deeper recognition and connection.
You can think of examples for any BUSY occasion when you can remain in that moment and give and get so much more out of that interaction.
You can imagine sitting in yet another meeting, paying full attention to each speaker, and really listening? Perhaps not so much to the message, which might be quite boring, but to the person who is speaking?
On the outside, paying attention/mindfulness doesn’t look like much. But on the inside, it creates a whole new experience.
You’ll see things anew, have experiences that you didn’t have before, and the magic of every day life will unfold before your eyes. Because there really is magic to be found in the mundane. You just have to look for it.
I would love to share your journey with you and help if I can, just ask
God bless you.
As I was walking my children to school one morning I noticed familiar green leaves poking through the dark soil. These simple Cotyledons had an appearance that awakened a feeling of recognition.
Growing up with my grandma in a village of the high mountains of the Caucuses, every season heralded a new bounty. The arrival of this bounty decreed a series of steps that were required to be undertaken to fully utilise the earths goodness and to celebrate that time of the years cycle.
Upon closer inspection the small green leaves breaking through the neglected soil were the leaves of the Common Nettle Plant. (Urtica dioica)
Childhood memories were instantly awakened and my heart urged me to revive the recipes of my grandmother in my own kitchen some 13,000 km and a lifetime away from my original kitchen of tutelage in the mountains.
In that place the pace of life was very different. Suspended high in the mountains 5000 metres above sea level Nettles grew well., funny they seem to grow equally as well next to a train track in the Melbourne suburbs. So from a place where it feels that time has stopped to a place where life is noisy and brisk the same plant has risen and aroused memories long supplanted by the certainty of life in a foreign land
In the mountains you live observing the present and when certain greens break through the soil your soul is awakened and calls you to action.
That same action has called me again and I am reminded of the foods, drinks and medicine that must be shared with friends, family and now you.
These are 3 ways of using nettle I grew up with:
Brewed Nettle Tea ( great antioxidant, anti inflammatory, provides relief for urinary disorders)
Baked Nettle Pastries
Nettle leaves applied topically at the site of pain caused by arthritis or joint pain.
I’ve enjoyed sharing my nettle memories with you, please share yours with me.
My love is all things aesthetic. My passion is God.
Mending souls and not just skin, is the way to celebrate beauty. During the past 20 years I evolved my passions experiencing my artistic visions and self-taught other skills and painting, and more. Inspired by different cultures and stories I to collect unique finds and create inspiring pieces which have stories to tell.
I love interacting with creative and inspiring people.
If that’s you let’s journey together!