The Week Ahead – Oracle Reading for Monday 7 November

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“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
~ Maya Angelou

“I go to my studio every day, because one day I may go and the Angel will be there. What if I don’t go and the Angel came?” ~ Philip Guston

 

Hello, Lovelies!

Welcome to the second week of these awesome November energies.

Here’s the oracle card I have chosen, and my take on the energetic outlook for the days ahead.

‘Existence’ is from the Osho Zen Tarot deck – and it heralds another fabulous week.

The week ahead is infused with supportive energies. There are all kinds of positive things coming our way, but we are also reminded to stay grounded in reality; honouring what is true and practical and real for us, even as we keep one eye firmly focused on our longer-term goals and our bigger dreams. We are reminded to keep showing up, to keep doing the work, and then in the doing magic will happen.

In the days ahead you’ll discover new perspectives. Inspiration will come in many forms, with lots of brand new ideas and a fresh take on old ideas and projects.

Expect to be delighted by new ways of thinking. Expect helpful people. Know that this week brings the kind of divine guidance that gifts us clarity, and the kind of synchronicity which delivers us blessings and miracles.

Lightbulb moments? Yes!

Sudden gifts of deep understanding? Yes!

Courage to make the bold moves? Yes!

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You’ll need to make sure that you write down or otherwise record these sudden ideas and flashes of inspiration because when they don’t come from you it is unlikely that you will remember them accurately if you don’t capture that wisdom straight away!

It’s also a super week for realising how you can collaborate with others in ways that encourage mutual and exponential success. Make those initial connections. Have those first discussions. This week sets the scene for so much of what will unfold in the coming year.

Remember to have adequate sleep, downtime and solitude this week too. It’s often in these quiet spaces that inspiration and guidance come to us.

Totally shattered with exhaustion as you start your week? Stop pushing on and rest first. Being well rested will invite flow and answers back into your life, lifting you from stuck back into momentum and clarity.

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There are really obvious signs, offers and guideposts this week. So keep working towards your dreams in a sustainable way, with a sense of hope and magic in your heart.

No dream to work towards? This is the week where you may well find yours.

Supportive crystals for the days ahead? Rose Quartz, Turquoise and Tiger’s Eye. Helpful essential oils? Young Living’s Joy essential oil blend, or  a combination (or singly!) of any of Tangerine, Bergamot and Elemi.

Wishing you a wonderful week, and holding you in my thoughts, prayers and meditations,

All my love, Nicole❤ xx

 

Start Where You Are, With What You Have

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“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
~ Henry David Thoreau

 

I was in the garden early this morning doing some yoga. As I stretched up I spied a tiny birds nest, and then, a while later, a tiny bird. A silvereye.

I went closer, for a better look.

She had made her nest with all manner of grass, fibre, hair, and the shredded remains of perishing bags, scrounged fabric, and twists of rag.

What an important lesson that little bird can teach us. She didn’t wait for perfection. She didn’t wait for the best, organic natural ingredients.

This little bird built her nest from what she had. With hard work, innovation and trust, she wove together all kinds of crazy things in order to make  a home before her babies came.

Often we get paralysed into inaction, waiting to start when the stars have aligned, or when we can afford grand and impressive, or when we’ve reached some lofty in-the-future and probably unattainable goal.

 

And we forget….

Small beginnings count.

 

In fact they count more than most, because they have purity of intention and momentum behind them.

Many wonderful things have come from humble and less-than-impressive starts.

So today, no matter what your dream, I urge you to begin right now, right here, with whatever you have to hand.

Much love to you, and some magical Fairy Dust for your dreams, Nicole xx

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Image from sl-designs.com

 

A Lovely Night of Normal

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Image from www.nomi.nl

“Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That’s what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?”
~ J.M. Coetzee

 

One of the problems of having a chronic illness like Lyme Disease is that so often you end up marginalised in your own life. If you choose to expend some of your precious energy in one area of your day, there’ll be none left for other choices. In fact, there may be no more energy for days.

Because of that, life usually dwindles to a handful of survival skills, and a few crumbs of a greater existence that you do your best to grasp and experience as deeply as you can. If you can. When you can.

As Lyme has stolen my moments, my energy, my social life, my cognitive function, my family, my bodily functions, my years, the one blessing is that I’ve mostly been too ill to care.

But I’m actively healing now. Life is changing. I am changing.

I am reclaiming this wider sense of me.

So, in that spirit, I celebrated Christmas with a staff party this year.

Party? Dinner, really. Nothing too wild. And staff? So far I have just one. Although my dreams are big. 🙂

I just felt the need to say thank you. To my one staff member, to my darling husband Ben, who is my greatest support, and to the Universe, which has conspired with me to change my fortunes and expand my horizons.

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This little party was so important to me – so symbolic and imbued with meaning – that I deliberately stopped my Lyme meds long enough that I would be able to enjoy an alcoholic drink or two, like a real proper grown-up healthy person!

Dana, my wonderful PA, came over to my house in the afternoon and we talked hair, clothes and all the sorts of girly things I haven’t done for years. It reminded me of when I was back in College, getting ready for a big night out. Oh, it was thrilling.

Late in the afternoon I washed my hair. I thought about what I would wear. I painted my toenails!

Darkness fell, and out Ben and I went. We met Dana and her husband at a beautiful Japanese restaurant, and sat at a table with a view out over the sparkly night.

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We ate delicious food, I enjoyed TWO excellent Asahi beers (I had planned cocktails, or champagne, but in the end, after such a hot day, those beers were mighty fine!), and then, some of the last diners to leave, we ventured out into the tropical evening and caught a taxi home.

Today it’s back to green smoothies, detox food, and my usual routine of pills, potions and therapies.

I’m hope-filled right now. To be reclaiming these small spaces in my life feels like a miracle.

Today I’ll be planning my year ahead; with my journal, my coloured pens, and the reading I gave myself on the Soul Sanctuary Retreat.

I wonder how many people shall be gathered at my Staff Christmas Party table in 2015, and where we might be?

How exciting it will be to see this next year unfold!

How about you? What are you planning, dreaming and scheming for 2015? I’d love to know!

Much love to you, Nicole xx

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Image from flickr.com

Helping The Great Mother

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the Earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.” ~  Rachel Carson
“In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.” ~ Seneca

 

One of the most vivid dreams in my night of owl dreaming was one in which I flew over the quiet, dark earth with Auntie and my Grandmothers.

There is something about a ‘psychic dream’ or a ‘spiritual dream’ (however you want to call it, I know you’ll know what I mean) which makes it quite different to an ordinary run-of-the-mill ‘subconscious making sense or nonsense of the day’s happenings’ kind of a dream.

Dreams in which you receive a spiritual message or have a metaphysical experience have a heightened quality to them. They are more vivid, more textured, more real. It’s as if you have shrugged off your sleeping form and stepped into another dimension. Which, of course, you probably have.

This is how it was in this particular dream. Auntie, my old and wise Aboriginal mentor, flew on one side of me. Beside her were Little Auntie and Granny. Two of my ancient grandmothers in their strange heavy coats, fur-lined boots and braided long grey plaits, flanked me on the other. We rose up into the sky above my home, and I watched my slumbering form lying in the bed next to my husband, Bert the dog curled up behind my legs, and Harry at Ben’s feet. Harry tilted an ear towards me as though he had heard something, wriggled and then settled down again.

Where were the owls?

We were the owls, of course.

Off we went into the dark sky. The city lights fell behind us, the night was bright and clear, and soon we were over inland Australia. None of us spoke, but I could hear the voices of the other women in my head. They each spoke their own tongues, but still, somehow, I understood them.

‘No good, no good dat water,’ said Auntie as we flew over a wide brown river, and then a parched landscape. There was water deep beneath the ground here. I could feel its flow.

“Lost its sweetness,’ said one of my ancient grandmothers, adding her voice of concern to Auntie’s. She pressed her hand into mine and then I tasted it. An acrid chemical burn in the back of my throat. I knew it was the taste of the water below us.

‘No good,’ Auntie said again, shaking her head.

Gaia Shield by Duncan Eagleson

Gaia Shield by Duncan Eagleson

We swooped down, amid bats and fat cicadas and nightsky traffic. The air was thick and hot, and it smelled of dust and nectar.

‘Dem plants flower too soon. Too hot. All dem flowers dry up. Fall off. Wrong time for dem,’ Granny said.

On we went, over the heart of the country and onwards until we were over the ocean. Still the old women whispered to me, pointing out wonders and things of interest, but more weightily, voicing their concerns. All the animals and plants that had already died out, all of the ones now threatened and endangered. Places polluted and sullied. Air dirty. Water dirty.

‘Dis land our Mother,’ said Auntie sadly.

‘Our Great Mother,’ said my ancient grandmother.

‘She need help,’ Little Auntie said.

All of the women nodded gravely.

I knew they were looking at me. ‘What can I do?’ I asked.

‘Tell dem,’ Auntie said. “Tell dem dat Great Mother need dem. Needs help. Needs love. She a true good mother, but now her children need to show her some kindness. Okay?’

I woke from that dream with tears streaming down my cheeks.

 

 

Meditation for Sharing Energy with the Great Mother

Auntie once taught me a technique for increasing energy within the body. Let me show you how to use it to share energy with the Great Mother.

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Image from babosaart

Stand outside with your feet on the bare earth if at all possible. If not, that’s okay, but do try. Now focus on either the sun, the moon or the stars. You must be able to physically see whatever you connect into. If you are ill, and bed-bound, it is fine for it to be the view outside your window.

Focus on the sun, or moon, or stars. Make a connection in your mind between you and it. Make a connection in your heart between you and the sun, or the moon, or the stars. Feel the energy of the sun, moon or stars. Feel your energy.

When you have that energetic bond, ask for help. Ask the sun, moon or stars to add to your energy. Ask to be strengthened.

Now imagine the light of the sun, moon or stars flowing to you. Flow that light into your body. Into your veins. Feel the energy and power of sun, moon or stars fill you up. Feel the connection between you. Feel the vast watchfulness, the age, the wisdom of this energy. Feel how strong that life-force is as it enters you. Feel how it cleanses and energises every cell in your body. Feel how it purifies you.

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Image from thespiritscience.net

When the energy has built an intensity inside you, become a conduit. Let that energy of the sun or moon or stars run from your feet (or your hands or your heart) out into the earth, into the Great Mother. Feel it energising her, cleansing and purifying her, strengthening and healing her. As it heals and strengthens you, it is also healing and strengthening the Great Mother.

When you are done, give thanks. Give thanks to the sun, the moon or the stars. Give thanks to the Great Mother. Disconnect from those energies. Feel the difference in your own body, and give thanks for that too.

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Of course, there is always more that we can do. Be a voice for the Great Mother. Make choices that are sustainable and healing for our planet – our home. Flow love and gratitude to the natural world that sustains us and provides for us. Support the people and technologies that make our world a cleaner, greener, kinder place.

We are all connected. We are all one. What we do to the Great Mother is also done to ourselves. It is time for love and kindness, for wisdom and awareness. It is time for change.

Thank you.

Much love to you and a really big hug, Nicole xx

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Image from emilysquotes.com

Last night I Dreamed of Owls

Image by James W Beck

Image by James W Beck

“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
~ Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters

 

Last night my dreams were all of owls.

The night sky was filled with them.

They watched me from every tree.

They followed me wherever I went.

I was not frightened of the owls. Instead I felt that finally I belonged. Their watchful observation made me feel safe.

Dream after dream, there they were. Eventually I flew up into the night sky with the owls. Auntie was there. My old Grandmothers too.

We flew through the dark night, watching the world below us. It seemed the most natural thing in the world.

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Image copyright – David Tipling

I woke briefly, feeling happy.

My last dream was not of owls but Wandjinas – the great spirit beings of the Kimberley. I cannot remember how it ended. Only how it began.

This morning I can feel a shift inside me. I have a sense of waiting, of anticipation. There’s no hurry, but I know with every cell in my body that something is coming.

That’s okay.

I’m ready.

Write On!

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“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
~ Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

 

Over the next four days I’ll be on retreat. Not one I’m running, but one I’m attending. Hopefully I’ll have some phone reception while I’m there, so that I can sneak out a post or two for you!

For the past several years I’ve belonged to a small band of writers – a support crew of writing ‘sisters’ – and this coming long weekend we have hired a house in the countryside so that we can all sit in various corners hammering out vast quantities of wordage. Just for this weekend we have left our day jobs behind, our partners, our families, our worldly responsibilities. All that will matter is our writerly selves, our current writing projects, and words on the page. As the words pile up we’ll share a meal, drink tea and discuss life, writing and everything in between.

I was too ill to attend our last retreat, so I’m super excited to be able to get to this one, and I’ve made a deal with my doctor to delay my Drug Number Four by two days so that I can make the most of this break away. Even if I have to spend all weekend in bed, writing in my pyjamas, I shall be there. Writing!!!! Oh my goodness, I adore crafting words into stories and learning tools. Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s agony. Writing has been a deep and abiding love in my life since I was a small girl.

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My plan for the weekend is to create an editing schedule for the fiction manuscripts I’ve finished in the past year, rework my writing plan for my next memoir instalment and my non-fiction books that are still all in pieces, and then I will start work on something completely new – an idea that has me totally abuzz. Goodness, I am SO grateful to have my mind back, and to be able to finally write well. Taking these horrid drugs for my lyme disease, although wretched, has been totally worth it just for that simple fact – my brain is working again after too many years of being a barren wasteland. As my health is slowly returning I can write! My memory works, my imaginative is technicolour instead of monochrome, and words that long eluded me are now flowing from my fingertips.

I feel like a kid about to go on a long-awaited school camp. My bag is packed. I have my journals, my file cards, my favourite pencil case and my writing laptop (the one with no games, work, emails or other distractions).There’s a box full of food. I’ve baked a cake. And I managed to sneak some chocolate in with the farm-fresh vegetables.

Let the fun begin. 🙂

What are you doing over the weekend? I really hope you can find a little time to work on your dreams too! Lots of love to you, Nicole xx

The Blessing of Sleep

Sleeping Beauty by Foxfires

Sleeping Beauty by Foxfires

“Even a soul submerged in sleep 
is hard at work and helps 
make something of the world.” 
~ Heraclitus, Fragments

 

No proper blog today. Something miraculous happened last night. My friend Sally came over yesterday afternoon and brought me a rock she’d found for me in Nepal. As she left a gentle rain began to fall, and I began to find myself getting sleepier and sleepier.

Still clutching the rock I hopped up onto my bed, listening to the soft fall of rain on the tin roof. Effortlessly I drifted off to sleep.

And only woke up now. Fourteen hours later.

So, I’m still all sleepy and half awake, but feeling deeply revived and calm after some amazing nocturnal adventures, which I shall blog about tomorrow.

Have a beautiful day.

Hugs and Blessings, Nicole xx