All posts tagged: heart

In my heart of hearts I

In my heart of hearts I hear music sing to my soul In my heart of hearts I am music In my heart of hearts I spill in to the world of creation like a brittle waterfall, a whiskering wind, like a tone of love, of wildness, of quaking wisdom shivering out of my bones In my heart of hearts I know who I am In my heart of hearts I melt into the mother, become the father In my heart of hearts I am the speck of oneness, the soul who is the muse, the giver of joy, simultaneously In my heart of hearts, there is no stopping me, No boundaries, no beginning, no ending, in my heart of hearts In my heart of hearts I look deep into the brown-yellow eyes of the enormous white wolf in the mirror looking back at me, eyes full of tenderness, eyes full of knowing, soul full of worship In my heart of hearts I come home to who I am, to who I was, to who …

Intimacy

Our monthly Writer’s Circle in The Hague is spread around the globe at the moment, which does not stop us from writing together. Those of us who can´t be there in person when we meet monthly get the 10 minute speed writing subject e-mailed and then we can join in the writing, which we all share amongst each other in cyberspace. This week’s writing really opened up a dam in me I have to say, and before I share my piece with you I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you for my dear Writer’s Circle ladies who have become some of the closest friends ever. In writing you go so immensely deep, and it takes a really safe place to be able to just open up and let it all out – that is what you all are! Thank you! OK, here is my piece for this month; Intimacy is seeing through your skin, not just your eyes, not just your words, not just the passion we share. Intimacy is feeling, …

Flight

Our Writer’s Circle still has it’s seat in The Hague, but with quite some of us – myself included since a month and a half – living in other countries we take part in the montly speed writing sessions by writing wherever we are on the chosen subject and then we all share with each other online for the one’s who are not physicaly in Den Haag. Yesterday’s subject for the 10 minute speed writing session was “Flight”. Here I am sharing my piece; Flight I want to take flight. Feel the wind beneath my wings, letting my heart soar up to the heavens. From up there I will be with you again. All of you whom I carry in my heart. All of you whom have moved my heart and inspiration to flutter. Flutter like the wings of a butterfly, reborn to her true purpose in a new shade. Flutter like the wings of a songbird, the wings of a bat, the wings of a pterodactyl even. You have taken me to ancient times, …

For H….. – and for M

You arrived with a bunch of our “season-friends”, smile from cheek to cheek as if you had swallowed the sun. My heart fluttered, euphoria “He is here”, “he really came” A wonderful summer could not come to a better end. More than a hundred very special people, connected in ways most outsiders never would understand gathered in the evening sun this day in August. Short speech, the bar open, the band playing, the buffet inviting everyone to celebrate. The air was alive, the hearts were filled to the brim, the beer was cold. “Will you come with me?” “Yes”, I whispered. Your hands were warm. “Tonight I have to host this party but tomorrow I am all yours. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us”. My words held a promise. Two souls, young, fearless and bright amidst this crowd of connected spirits, snowflakes being our glue. It is night. I lie here curled up against his body. My face drowning in his naked chest, my whole being shivering, quaking. I try to …

Connection

Why is it that some people connect straight to your heart, while others remain outside or at least in the periphery of your life? Why is it that when you feel welcome, taken in, truly invited, you feel a sense of instant belonging? How is it that you can spend years with some people and just stay acquaintances, while spending hours, days or a few weeks with others you feel like the greatest of friends in an instant? Is it because we have learned to count time instead of connection? Is it because we keep our heads down and our hearts closed? Is that why we get so surprised when one hugely open heart and pair of arms welcome you in and we find not just one new friend but a whole new family of friends? Because we did not think that possible any more? Then surprise swells over in joy, joy in inspiration, inspiration in warmth – and somewhere lingering in there also the seed of how hard it will be to leave this …

Bonds

Bonds formed in the heart are not always of the heart. We might think we created them in our heads, for whatever “use” or “commercial” reason, and when this “use” has run its course we break this bond from the head, only to realize it is stuck in the heart. It might be a thorn, or a full rose. It might be just a few petals, or the roots, or the stem. But it stays. These bonds nestle themselves in, growing their vines and leaves around our whole inner world, inner life, inner body. Around our organs, our existence, our inner being. Like a hug, and sometimes like a choke. Just like in the Indian legend where you are taught that it takes a thorn to remove a thorn it only takes one rose to grow a whole rosebush. Where every year the flowers are getting larger, the petals stronger, the stems sturdier and the reach is higher and higher towards the bright shining sun. As fall comes and the roses shrink in for their …