The Alchemist’s Dream

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I’m sad that I don’t know the name of the potter who created this beautiful blue-glazed terracotta bowl, and I was even sadder when I accidentally broke it.  But now it’s a reminder of a spiritual insight: that our brokenness can become a source of beauty… 

This song is for anyone who’s going through a difficult time.  I’ve been struggling with all sorts of things recently – professional and religious identity, second-hand racism, homophobia, the practicalities of day-to-day life as a freelancer and single parent, and more besides.  Being an empath doesn’t help, because unless I’m very conscious and careful I find myself taking on everyone else’s pain and trauma, along with my own!

For those who aren’t familiar with alchemy, it’s an ancient science that sought to turn base metals – everyday metals like iron and lead – into gold.  The alchemist’s quest is a metaphor for life itself: the discovery of the magical Elixir that transforms the mundane into something beautiful.   This Elixir is no more and no less than the Deep Mystery that the members of the Magdalene Fellowship, in my book The Nineteen Songs of Remembering, refer to as ‘The Love beyond all names’.

So ‘The Alchemist’s Dream’ is a way of trying to see challenges and struggles in a different light.   It’s sometimes hard not to feel envious of those people who seem to ‘have it all’ – the ones who look as though they’re just breezing through life, with good health, a thriving business or a well-paid job, a loving family, and a comfortable home.  But what  if life was never meant to be easy?  What if it’s through the brokenness that we learn to shine, and through accepting pain that we realise our deepest potential?

The Alchemist’s Dream: song lyrics

Break us again, O Beloved!

For whenever you break us,

You gather us up with such infinite tenderness

That in some distant corner of some distant vision,

Our souls hear your innermost song in the silence,

And your hands will remake us

With a Love that we cannot express…

 

Yes, there are those who survive this lifetime intact,

Yes, there are those who hold firm and refuse to surrender…

But where is the magic and where is the rapture in that?

For we only become our true selves in the hands of the Mender.

 

Break us again, O Beloved!

For whenever you break us,

The heat of your flame sparks a melody in our veins,

And the songs that we sing start to echo your mystery,

Till some of the listeners find their own echoes…

And the places they take us

Are the places where power remains.

 

Yes, there are those who survive this lifetime intact…

 

Break us again, O Beloved!

For whenever you break us,

You mend every crack with the purest of molten gold;

Then the others who carry the scars of your mending

Can recognise us as their trusted companions,

And they’ll gather to wake us…

And a new story starts to unfold.

 

Yes, there are those who survive this lifetime intact…

 

Break us again, O Beloved!

For whenever you break us,

And mend us with gold, there’s a trace of your Love revealed;

Transformation is wrought by the cruellest of breaking,

And the deepest surrender, and the sweetest remaking…

Till they start to mistake us

For the Alchemist’s vision fulfilled…

 

Nothing remains of the people we were,

Nothing remains of the life we once knew;

Though our substance is clay, yet we shimmer with gold,

And we look at each other, and see only You…

So at last, in this lifetime, the Alchemist’s dream is fulfilled!

 

© Gemma Burford, 2017

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Skin colour does not equal ‘values’

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We have to speak up and speak out about racism.  The only thing that’s required for the triumph of racism, fascism and neo-Nazism is for all those who believe in unity, diversity and the power of love to be terrorised into silence.

That’s what’s going on.  But we will not be silenced.   We will not be terrorised.  And I am not, repeat NOT going to sit back and let racists use my story – MY story – to justify their pathetic arguments.  This is a real comment that was made about The Video, which I have not edited, only copied and pasted:

“And yet they call me racist here in America because I won’t date a black man. I’m a realist and sociology student at University. I understand that the difference in values and culture between people can severely affect how they work together even just as co-workers much less as a romantic couple which in the end is a crap ton of work. And if you’re not starting from the same expectation and desire and values then you’re going to fail.”

 And my response, also unedited:

 

 

You ARE racist if you’re saying you ‘won’t date a black man’. Period.

 

Racism is judging people on the colour of their skin, which is exactly what you are doing. You can’t say anything about a person’s values or culture on the basis of their skin colour. NOTHING AT ALL.

 

Guess what? It wasn’t lions or second wives or my failure to adapt to obscure Maasai customs that drove us apart, it happened because I was still committed to grassroots activism and Lesikar got passionate about mainstream, Western-style, divisive party politics and so we ended up going in different directions. So please don’t make assumptions about a relationship that you know nothing about.

We actually WERE starting from the same expectation and desire and values. We wanted to preserve the Maasai culture (because I’m passionate about connection to nature, creativity and community, I always have been and I always will be) and help people to get an education without losing that sense of self.

 

Lesikar changed his values; I didn’t.

 

I resent the suggestion that we, or our marriage, ‘failed’ in some way because it didn’t last forever. 

We had seven years together, we learned a huge amount, we created amazing projects (including a school that has now been running for 10 years and educated over 350 young people, many free of charge, and a project to save teenage girls from FGM) and we now have two beautiful daughters.

 

I wish I could tell you all about them. 

I wish you could meet them.

Mixed heritage is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

They are incredible people.

 

Yes, mixed marriages take work.  But guess what, so do ALL marriages.  You can’t assume that you know something about a person’s values by looking at the colour of their skin.  You can’t assume that their values are different from yours if their skin is a different colour, any more than you can assume you have common values if it’s the same.

 

I’m finishing up my PhD by published work in Education for Sustainability, which is all about values, so this is a topic that I DO know something about.

 

We, as a human species, can do better than racism and fascism.

 

Cattle and goats don’t discriminate against against each other because some are brown, some are white, and some are black with white spots.

 

As for those who are calling themselves `Christians’ while carrying out vile acts of racism… Sorry, no.  Jesus would NOT go there.  Never.  He’d be standing up for the oppressed, not perpetuating oppression.

 

Finding our place in Nature

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If you dig down deep enough, fear is at the root at a lot of different issues.

Maybe you haven’t learnt to drive a car yet because you’re afraid of causing an accident.

Maybe you haven’t quit your dismal job and started your own business because you’re scared of failing, looking like a fool, losing all your money, and/or ending up homeless.

Maybe you haven’t got out of your toxic relationship because you’re scared of being alone, or of the consequences of leaving.  Or maybe you haven’t got into a relationship in the first place, for fear of getting hurt.

As I’ve discovered, the groundwork for understanding the true nature of fear and learning to work through it is, quite literally, to ground yourself in a natural environment.

When we re-ground ourselves and reconnect with the Earth, we find our way back to Love with a capital L – a Love that isn’t dependent on a particular person continuing to support us, be there for us, or make our dreams come true.

The ‘Love beyond all names’, as the Song of the Healer puts it.

This process is at the root of ecopsychology and ecotherapy, although the exercises that I teach aren’t ‘therapy’ in the conventional sense – they can be used by anyone, with or without mental health difficulties.

That doesn’t mean it’s an easy or comfortable process.   The nettles and thorns are just the beginning, and even the potential for disease-ridden ticks or venomous snakes isn’t the end of the story.  When we’re out wandering in the wilderness, we’re alone with ourselves.  We’re unprotected: away from all the distractions that keep us numbed and dumbed, like TV, overwork, overeating and social media obsession.

So the very soulwork that helps us to face our fears is, in itself, fundamentally scary for a lot of people.   Taking that first step is hard to do, without help.

My new e-course, Doing the Groundwork: Getting Ready for Major Life Changes, starts with a small, manageable step that most people probably wouldn’t expect…

Finding your place in nature.  

As before, I’m talking both literally and metaphorically.  You’ll find an actual place in nature that you can go to.  Preferably not the wilderness, in the first instance.  A tree in your garden is ideal; or if you don’t have a garden, maybe a hidden corner of your local park, or the bit of waste ground behind your office.

If necessary, you’ll take a deep breath; tell a friend where you’re going; and take your mobile phone (in case you get stalked by a creepy pervert), your water bottle, your emergency first aid kit, and a pen to poke in the eye of said pervert while kneeing him in the groin so you can make your escape.  And then you’ll turn the phone off, and start to realise that the Sacred Land has its own song:

Bring me your troubled soul, and I will make you whole,

For as you walk the ancient tracks you will attain your goal…

 

The cart opens for Doing the Groundwork on Monday 4th September.  In the US, it’s Labor Day.  In the UK, it’s the first day of the autumn term.  Summer’s over, holidays are done.  It’s time to get back to business.

So give yourself a chance, remind yourself that the Warrior Maiden is still there within you, and take that one small step.  Click this link to pre-register for the course today, and receive a notification e-mail as soon as registration opens…

Doing the groundwork for healing

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As I’ve shared in previous posts, the heroine of my novel is told, when everything’s fallen apart, to ‘get up from the floor and go to Beckery’.  It’s the same place that she’s been dreaming of going to for a long time, but the circumstances have completely shifted.

She thought she’d be going there as the heroine, bringing the Sacred Flame to the nuns (she’s come from Ireland with more than twenty lanterns, so you’d think she might have had a chance at success…) and winning the patronage of the King.  Instead, she gets there in a complete and utter mess, covered in blood, and without a single lantern.

All she’s got left is the memory of a few encouraging words from her pilgrimage guide, who’s now several hundred miles away and doesn’t even have a phone.

Doesn’t have a phone?  At all?  What sort of a weird, improbable scenario is THAT? 

Welcome to Anglo-Saxon England – whoops, sorry, Wessex.  (I’m sorry to break this to the English nationalists who have been making a big fuss about me marrying an African guy, but in the seventh century, there was no such place as England.)

Needless to say, things can only get better – at least for a while.  This isn’t A Series of Unfortunate Events.  (Although I do love those books!)

When Brianna finally arrives in Beckery, she embarks on the long process of recovery, with the help of an underground movement that offers hope and healing through the so-called ‘Nineteen Songs of Reunion’.  The secretive Fellowship is deemed heretical by the Catholic Church, and its members are liable to be burned, along with their manuscripts, if the Bishops discover their existence. One of the reasons is that, just as the real-life Gnostics and Essenes did, they spoke about the need for balance and equality between the Sacred Masculine and the Sacred Feminine.

It’s not just about the equality between men and women in a literal sense, although that’s one crucial element.  It’s also about the need for balance between Heaven and Earth, giving and receiving, light and darkness, sun and moon, focused action and gentle nurturing, courage and compassion, God and Goddess, Sacred Masculine and Sacred Feminine.  And, most radically of all, it suggests that if we reach that point of perfect balance, we can all become Christ-like.

It might not sound controversial to us now, but at a time when women weren’t even allowed to speak in front of men in the Church, the importance of the Sacred Feminine wasn’t a message that a lot of people wanted to hear.  And the seventh-century clerics, like the Inquisition leaders who followed them several centuries later, certainly didn’t want people thinking that they could find the Divine spark in themselves without the help of a priest to forgive their sins.

The message of the Beckery Fellowship is that you can’t just love the light and hate the darkness.  (That’s what we now call ‘spiritual bypassing’, although they wouldn’t have used that term!)  You can’t go through your whole life looking up to Heaven, and forgetting about the Earth that you walk on, and expect to be made whole.  You can’t love summer and despise winter; you can’t celebrate the new growth in spring without also celebrating the fall and decay of the leaves in autumn.

Compost matters.  The Earth matters.  Dark moon matters.  Women’s menstruation matters.  Night matters.  Rest matters.  And sometimes you have to wander in the wilderness for a while, in a literal as well as a metaphorical sense, in order to find your true source of courage, hope and healing.

As the Song of the Wilderness Wanderer explains it:

The path I walk is a path that is waking me,

Stung by the nettle, scratched by twig and thorn:

The path I walk, I don’t know where it’s taking me,

All that I know is new dreams are being born.

With open eyes and ears I wander the wilderness,

Losing myself until I find the One who knows…

 

We can’t make major changes in our lives without doing the groundwork first.  Getting out into nature is a crucial first step, but it isn’t the only thing that we need to do.  We also need to unblock our creativity, build a strong and supportive community around ourselves, and then, slowly and gently, start turning to face own emotions…

 

Are you going alone into the darkness?

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Image by Derek Shirlaw via Bing.com

On Wednesday, I was interviewed by Dr Anna Baranowsky, CEO and President of the Traumatology Institute Canada, for the ‘What is PTSD?’ YouTube channel.   We didn’t want to stop talking when our time was up.  What interested Anna most was my idea of  Fellowships:  small communities of people who support one another, share inspiration, and create something together (whether it’s an artwork, a project, a collective spiritual experience, or just a deeper understanding of a topic).

Spoiler alert: This is what’s found, and lost, in the series of books that begins with The Reluctant Flame-Keeper.   Will it ever be found again?  That part is up to you.

I don’t think I was quite so articulate when I spoke with Dr Anna, although you’ll be able to see what I actually said in a few days’ time, when the video editing is done.  Like all  good tales, this one is evolving in the telling, which is seriously frustrating, because I’m trying to get my first novel out into the world and it keeps on shape-shifting.

One of  my lecturers once told me that writing a thesis was a bit like trying to stuff a live squid into a shopping bag, and I can vouch for the fact that a novel is the same.  Every time I think I’m nearly there, I get a new insight that turns the whole damned thing on its head.  I’m now coming to the conclusion that the current draft ends in the wrong place!

Meanwhile, here’s a short story I’ve written especially for the eclipse season.  Anyone with an interest in the sky, whether from the point of view of astrology or astronomy, will know that we have two eclipses coming up this month: a partial lunar eclipse on 7/8 August, and a total solar eclipse on 21 August.  So here’s an eclipse gift for all my blog readers.  I’m pretty sure that this story will find its way, in a modified form, into one of my books: it’s the condensed message of the entire trilogy, the ultimate spoiler.  But I didn’t want to hold on to it until I figure out what I’m doing with the books, in case it might be helpful for someone out there who feels alone and despairing.

As Mariam sings to Yeshua in The Song of the Mourner: You shall not go alone into the darkest night /  Our love surrounds you, though we’re hidden from your sight…’

 

DAUGHTER OF THE ECLIPSE by Gemma Burford, 2017

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`I am calling you in, calling you downwards,’ she tells me.  `Come and find your twin soul!’

`Who are you?’ you ask, shivering with fear.

`I am Ceridwen, the Dark Goddess, known to some as Kali.  I’m calling you away from the ‘life’ that you’ve constructed by following the officially approved plan, back to the original plan for your incarnation; the true plan, the one that was written long before you were birthed into this life.  Come away with me now, and descend into a deeper darkness than you imagined possible.’

`No!’ you say. `I won’t go!  I don’t do darkness!  I am a child of Light, and you are evil!’

`Ah, I know you don’t want to go!  Haven’t I tried everything to shatter this illusion of yours?  Haven’t I called to you every day, in the aftershock of violence, trauma, heartbreak, bereavement, and all the thousands of small losses that happen in between?  I have never given up on you, I’ve kept on calling, in the hope that one day you’ll accept my invitation to come down to the Underworld with me and learn who you truly are.  But for all these years, you’ve resisted.  You’ve clung to your self-made fictions with all your strength.  Today, at last, you must surrender.’

She is pulling off all the masks that you crafted so carefully, and wear daily, one on top on another on top of another.  The mask of the Dutiful Daughter, the A-Star Student, the Reliable Employee, the Successful Career Woman, the Loving Wife, the Good Mother, the Unselfish Charity Worker, the Devoted Carer… off they all come, one by one.

The weight of all these masks has grown heavier and heavier as the years have gone on; but that doesn’t mean that you were ready to take them off.  What if there’s nothing underneath?  Or what if there’s only a small, shrivelled, useless creature?

She drags you, sobbing and screaming, down the spiral staircase into a place of utter darkness.

“This is the place of initiation,” she says.  ‘But now, at last, I understand your resistance.  You were never meant to come here alone, to endure the darkness without support.  Where is your Fellowship?’

‘My Fellowship?’

`Yes; where are your sisters, your brothers, your mentors, and your wise elders?  Where are the healers, wordsmiths and craft-workers who will hold you at the centre of their web of Deep Love?  They were supposed to be here, waiting for you, keeping the circle strong and safe around you, as you journey through the darkness to find your soul.  Didn’t you call them in?’

`But…nobody told me about this place.  Nobody said I had to call anyone in.’

Ceridwen sighs, and the earth itself trembles with her sighing.  `Now I understand it.  The old legend is true, after all.  You’re one of those.

`What do you mean, one of those?’

`You’re one of the children of the Eclipse: the sons and daughters of the broken Fellowship.    The Demiurgos warned me of this, long ago; they told me that one day, their powers of greed and ambition would finally succeed in breaking it.   But I refused to believe it.  The Fellowship had survived, underground, through generation after generation of Burning Times.  They called them heretics at first, and then witches; they burned them in their millions.  But the Fellowship still clung on, through a thousand years of persecution.  I never imagined I’d see a day when the Demiurgos would eclipse the Old Ways entirely, and even I, Ceridwen, would be forgotten.’

`Is it my fault, then?’ you ask.  `Was there something I should have done differently?’

`Don’t blame yourself,’ Ceridwen says.  ‘It was never your fault.  They warned me long ago about the two world wars, and the colder, slower, more pernicious wars that would follow; they told me of the tide of materialism and self-interest that would slowly come in to wash away the debris, and of the technologies that they would devise to steal human minds away from their twin souls.  They said they would work their greatest enchantment yet: transforming Art into Entertainment.  They laughed in my face as they told me their plot: to distort and pervert the image of Deep Love so much that everyone would imagine that their `twin soul’, or ‘soulmate’, was another person in another body, and imagine themselves doomed either to wander the wasteland in search of their missing half, or to wait forever to be rescued.’

`Yes,’ you say slowly, ‘that is what they teach us, from our earliest childhood.  We’re led to believe that someday our prince will come, or that we must go out and seek our princess if that’s the way our brains are wired; and that when we find that one special person, they’ll have the power to repair what’s broken in us, and weave back what’s torn.  Are you saying that’s not going to happen?’

`What you view as love is impossible,’ says Ceridwen.  `The idea that two broken people could come together, heal each other, and save each other from the darkness?  That’s not how it works.  You can’t save another broken person.  Brokenness plus brokenness just equals more pain.’

`But…who will save me, then?’ you ask.

`Has nobody ever told you?  Your task, as a human being, is to initiate yourself into wholeness.  This is what Jesus was trying to teach: not that you only needed to believe in His resurrection in order to be saved, but that you should trust in your own capacity to resurrect yourself, overcome fear, and do as He did.  His resurrection was real, but it was also a parable: he did it for you, to show you exactly what you have to do.  You must die to the everyday world, let go of everything you ever hoped or dreamed or believed or loved, and go down into the darkness of the tomb; then I, the Dark Goddess, will lead you through the Labyrinth until you find your own soul at the centre of it, and emerge as a whole person.  This is the Divine Reunion, and if you can’t achieve it for yourself, you’ve no hope of finding someone else to do it for you.’

`Then Jesus Christ is my twin soul?  Is that what you’re saying?’

`No, that’s not it at all.  You aren’t listening.  I’m saying that your `twin soul’ is no more and no less than the part of yourself that you’ve been trying to suppress, because someone, somewhere, once told you it was wrong to be that.  When you face that shadow, you’re on the path to becoming Christed, as Jesus was.  He was a powerful healer, wordsmith and craft-worker for many years; but it was only after His death and resurrection that he became the Christ, the Anointed One, who understood My deepest mysteries.  But I completely understand your fear.  It’s hard, unbelievably hard, to go through an initiation with no Fellowship around you.  It would be easy to lose yourself utterly, and even get to imagining that there’s never going to be any way out of the Labyrinth.’

`This is why some people end their lives,’ you say.  ‘They feel trapped; they imagine that there’s no way out.’

`To be a daughter or son of the Eclipse is no easy thing.  When you travel through the darkness, it’s the Love beyond all names that helps you to reunite your soul and body, which hold all the power of your emotions, dreams and memories, with your mind and spirit, which give you the ability to make plans and take action to turn those dreams into realities.  And without a Fellowship, how will you get even a glimmer of the delicious bliss that’s the Love beyond all names?  Oh, I can’t believe that the Fellowship has been lost everywhere, even now.  I’m certain there must be places where it still survives; the places that don’t interest the Demiurgos because there’s not much profit to be made there, like the high mountains, the impenetrable forests, the parched deserts and the frozen tundra.  But none of that helps you in the least.  You can’t just travel half-way across the world and steal someone else’s traditions.  You’re one of the unfortunates who’s been born into a time and place where the Fellowship has been broken, and you’ll just have to do the best you can with that.’

`So… I must face the darkness by myself?’

`Either face it by yourself, or learn to restore the Fellowship, and then call in your sisters, brothers, mentors and wise elders to go on ahead and hold a safe space for you.  The choice is yours.’

`I don’t know how to restore it,’  you admit.  ‘I went to the church, the temple, the mosque and the synagogue, I went to social things at work, and made friends online, and joined the clubs and societies that interested me.  But I never found that Deep Love that you’re talking about.  I made a lot of friends, on the face of it; but I’d never dream of asking even one of them to go ahead of me into the darkness, and wait there for me.’

`Even if you knew, and they knew, that you would do the same for them when they called?  Can’t you open your heart to the possibility of reconnecting with people at that level?’

`I wish I could.  But I don’t know where to start.  I don’t even know what Fellowship means.’

`My sister Brighid will give you the blueprint,’ she says.  ‘As the Healer, she lights the flame of the hearth for the Circle of Witnessing; as the Wordsmith, she lights the flame of the altar-candle for the Circle of Inspiration; and as the Craft-Worker, she lights the flame of the forge for the Circle of Co-Creation.  This is the work of your Fellowship.  These three circles are, in reality, spirals; because even as the members of the group sit together in circle, they’re constantly expanding their power and awareness.  And at the point where these three spirals meet, the Love beyond all names will begin, in time, to bubble up like a sacred spring or to burn like a flame, or perhaps both.’

`Do you believe that we could really create something like that?’

`Haven’t you realised yet that you can create anything you choose?  But that’s only the beginning.  The true work of the Fellowship is to learn the mysteries of Reunion: to bring the Fire and the Water together, to interweave the secrets of the Masculine and Feminine at the turning-points of the year.  Then there are two more steps beyond that.’

`Are you saying there must be one Fellowship for women, and another for men?’

`Yes, this, for most people, is how it must be; without separation they can’t experience the joy of Reunion.  Most women find their deepest healing and wholing in a group of women, as the Fellowship of the Magdalene was in days gone by; and most men, in a group of men, like the Fellowship of the Nazarene.  But there’s also a third way, for those who have been pushed across the rainbow bridge to transcend the binary concept of gender, and have felt the pain of separation in other ways.  The Fellowship of the Rainbow is for anyone who is willing to be male sometimes and female at other times, to be both at once or to be neither, to tear off the label: to acknowledge in every gathering that the ultimate Reality, the Love beyond all names, is above and beyond all polarities.  But not everyone is called to that work.’

`There are three Fellowships, then, brought together at specific times of the year?’

`Sometimes two, sometimes three; but yes, they must be brought together on the shortest night, the longest night, the two nights in the year that are in perfect balance with the day, the eve of the thawing-time, the eve of the blossoming-time, the eve of the first harvest, and the eve of leaf-fall.  These are the eight Vigils before the High Holy Days, in which each Fellowship shares its insights, and the waters of the Sacred Spring are warmed by the Sacred Flame, and everyone learns a little more of the Mystery of Reunion.’

`I – I think I understand,’ you say.  ‘Will you tell me the second and third steps?’

`In time, if you master the first one.  Have you made your choice, then, child of the Eclipse?’

`Lead me out of here, Great Goddess of the Underworld,’ you reply.  ‘I have made my choice: I refuse to face the darkness alone.  Send your sister Brighid to me, and let me learn her ways.  I will restore the Fellowship, whatever it takes, and send my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and my wise elders out into the darkness ahead of me, and do the same for them when they call.’

`As you wish,’ says Ceridwen, as she begins to lead you up the spiral staircase, towards the light, towards the world that you know.  ‘But I will come back for you in a year and a day.  Down into the darkness you will go, and on that day there will be no second chance.  With or without your Fellowship, you must journey on to seek your soul.’

`May I put my masks back on, please, before I go out into the world?’ you ask her.

She laughs.  ‘I have burned your masks.’

 

If you are feeling suicidal, or concerned about someone else, there is hope.  There is help available via the Prevent Suicide website, including a free online chat facility.

 

 

 

 

Walking back to happiness?

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When I came back from Tanzania, I was a mess, which isn’t exactly surprising.  I’d walked away from my marriage, my extended family, my community, my business, my projects, and the land I loved.  All I’d brought back with me was my daughters, two suitcases per person weighing less than 20kg each, and an entire plane-load of emotional baggage.

My life was transformed, little by little, by consulting a spiritual counsellor who told me to go out walking and start re-rooting myself in my own ancestral landscape.  (She told me a lot of other things as well, but I’ll save those for future blogs, as they’re too important to squeeze into a paragraph.)

The work I’m doing now has all evolved from that point, but takes it a few steps further.  It’s based on the realisation that just walking the Land isn’t enough in itself, although it’s a great start: we need to learn specific skills if we’re ever to find our way home again, in this crazy society that we’ve constructed for ourselves.

There are actual strategies that we can use for observing the Land, breathing it in, meditating on it, encountering it, experiencing it, singing its songs, making art with it and about it, and having conversations with it and about it.

All this is `second nature’ (literally) to intact Indigenous communities living undisturbed on their ancestral lands, of which there are now sadly few left – but it’s almost disappeared in contemporary Western societies.  And when we lose our connection to the Earth, our Mother, we lose a crucial part of our own souls.

That ‘soul loss’ is at the root of all our fear and loneliness.

I’ve really struggled with creating, building, and marketing my business, and the main reason is that I’ve had a hard time working out who my ideal client is, and what my target market is.  Why?  Because reconnecting with nature, creativity and community can provide a foundation for fixing most of the things that are wrong in most people’s lives in ‘modern’, affluent societies.   This stuff is valuable for pretty much everyone.

I’ve already been working with Travelling Light, a coaching program to help people lose weight and let go of the emotional baggage that keeps them stuck in patterns of overeating, stress and poor sleep.  But in response to some of the people who have been commenting on my blog, I recently had another ‘Aha!’ moment.  So now I’ve settled on a title for my first online group coaching program.  As anyone who was reading last week (or has managed to get their hands on a copy of my New Moon Newsletter) will know, it’s going to be called Doing the Groundwork: Getting Ready for Major Life Changes.

The program, opening for enrolments on 4 September and launching on 21 September, will be relevant to anyone who wants to overcome weight and body image issues – whether it’s emotional overeating, anorexia, bulimia, orthorexia, or something different – because all these are rooted, in some way, in fear.  Fear that we’re wrong, and not good enough.  That we’re losing control over our lives.  That if we don’t use food as a distraction (either the eating of it, or the not eating of it) we might have to start thinking about the really scary stuff.  So, as the theory goes, if I can help you make it easier to handle the really scary stuff, the food thing loses its importance.

But it’s also open to people who don’t have a particular issue with their weight, which I don’t, but want to make a big change in their lives, which I do.  It might be overcoming an addiction, learning to drive, starting their own business, getting over someone, or publishing that book.  Oh dear, I seem to be able to tick ALL those boxes…

Addiction: Check, I’m a recovering workaholic.

Learning to drive: Check.  Or at least passing my driving test.  Six attempts and counting. (For those of you who wonder how I actually function as a human being without driving a car, I live in the UK.  We have public transport, even in the middle of a forest.  As long as it’s not a Sunday, or a bank holiday, or after 7.30 pm, or any time around 3pm on a school day.)

Starting my own business: Check.  (But aren’t I doing that already?  Erm, moving on…)

Getting over someone: Check.  And no, I’m not giving you any more details.

Publishing that book:  Check.  Yes, that book, the one that some people will hate me for.

Argh, I have a TON of groundwork to do!  Hmm, if you want to learn something, teach it…

We all have something that we’re afraid of, that’s holding us back from becoming who we were meant to be… but before we can even start facing it, we need to know that someone or something, somewhere, is going to catch us if we slip.  Which we will.

Nobody but an idiot walks a high wire without a safety net, especially if they’ve never walked one before.  So ‘Doing the Groundwork’ is going to be all about finding strategies that can help us feel safe enough to make those big life changes.   I’ve dropped more than a couple of hints already, but here they are again:

Reconnecting with nature…

Reconnecting with your creativity…

Reconnecting with community…

The death of deadlines

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I apologise, guys.  My deadlines are officially dead.

I had promised to deliver my first newsletter on the New Moon, 23 July, and the beta test of my first ever e-course today, Thursday 27th.  There’s no specific reason for that: only that it was the first Thursday after the New Moon, and I like Thursdays.

My Sacred Calendar starts each week on a Thursday, because I like the feeling that Saturday and Sunday are in the middle of the week with everything else organised around them.  Instead of something which screams out that work is the meaning of life and everything else is an afterthought, we have…a beautiful balance of work, rest and play.  (At least in theory…)

But I’m getting off the subject already.  I was talking about the death of my deadlines.

It’s not an unusual occurrence.  This is exactly what I do, when I’m starting to freak out at the crazy promises I’ve made to myself and the world: I tie them to even crazier deadlines.  Mailing list?  Consider it done.  Newsletter?  It’ll be in your inbox next Thursday, I promise (even though I haven’t actually figured out how to do it yet).  Build a global movement to transform education, and redesign it to optimise mental well-being, rather than academic achievement?  I’ll have it sorted by May.  No, make that March.

What I usually end up doing is procrastinating right up until the last minute, and then doing one of two things.

If it’s an external deadline, like a presentation for a conference that’s happening tomorrow, a funding bid that’s about to close, or a piece of consultancy work that I have to deliver NOW in order to get paid, I work for half the night (or even all night) to make the deadline…and then collapse with exhaustion.

If it’s a self-imposed deadline, I generally end up ignoring it.  And it happens:  I break my promise.  Again.

Breaking a promise, as we all know from childhood fairy tales, is one of the worst things you can ever do.  If you don’t keep your word to the old witch in the woods, who’s actually a beautiful princess in disguise (ooh, I could write a whole blog series on that Goddess symbolism… oh, wait, I was talking about deadlines…) you’re toast.  Or a frog.  Or something worse.

The more I promise, and the more people I promise it to, the worse it feels.  If I’m a promise-breaker on THAT scale, I’m a terrible person, and nobody will ever want to hear from me again.  Right?   So I don’t need to do that scary thing after all.  It’s too late now anyway.  Right??

Err…wrong, I hope.  Because, now I come to think of it, one of the principles of sacred calendar work is allowing ourselves to surrender to Divine Timing.  It isn’t a question of ‘better late than never’, because it isn’t even ‘late’: it’s Divine Timing.

If I’d written my newsletter on Sunday, I wouldn’t have had last night’s dream.  I can’t even remember what it was about, but I woke up with this line:

We experience life as beautiful when we learn to get out of our heads and re-embody Goddess.

That kind of feels as though it was worth waiting for.

So that’s broadly what my newsletter will be about, when it’s ready.  So will the e-course, Doing the Groundwork: Getting Ready for Major Life Changes.

When will that be?

The newsletter: as soon as I figure out the technical side.  Hopefully in the next few days.

The e-course: I’m aiming for Autumn Equinox, or Spring Equinox for those of you in the southern hemisphere.  But I’m not going to promise anything at this point.

I’ve learned that one way to stop breaking promises is not to make them in the first place…