Writing

Visit the Mind Body Spirit Blog Hop I’m very honoured to be co-hosting this week’s Blog Hop over at the Village Hearth! The Village Hearth community is a place for like-minded people to come together and share their wisdom about life and spirit, facilitating connection with the self, spirit, and all that is. Every Thursday bloggers gather together at the Hearth to mingle, inspire each other, and share their favourite blog posts. I love the sense of community that’s being created over there. I started blogging about 18 months ago and it’s become a big part of my self-expression and creativity. Through meeting other bloggers, commenting on each other’s posts, and sharing guest posts, I’ve met some truly amazing and inspiring...

Within These Walls We discover we have so little because we ask so little, we have learned to expect so little because we believe we deserve so little. So we lead little lives and yearn for more, not knowing why our lives don’t grow and expand.   We erected walls because we had no boundaries. Before the walls, we were inundated with thousands of tiny poison arrows until we had to find protection or die. Our tiny innocent earthly bodies went to ground and hid, our budding wings crushed and our growth stunted. We got so used to this prone position that it seems normal to creep around on our stomachs or on all fours, keeping our eyes down and our heads in the dust. Our walls keep out the darts but they also keep out warmth and wisdom and light and life. They...

Phantoms   There are cats living in my bed around my feet and in my head they haunt me in the midnight hour swirling darkly while I cower  the bedclothes offer no protection from the warmth of their affection as twelve white paws nimbly skip lightly on my pillow slip and settling on me in a heap three ghostly felines softly sleep.  © Leanne...

Shedding Skin I live alone to recover. At times I feel like I’m still there in that old house and any moment she will come roaring through the door, assaulting my senses and my spirit, and I will recoil further into myself. She has been gone from my life for a very long time, and yet I’m still in hiding, mistaking solitude for safety. I long for peace and quiet without expectations, and yet now I am in a place where I no longer need to tiptoe around for fear of attracting violent rage, where I don’t need to arrange the ornaments a regimented distance from each other, I take no pleasure in it. The pendulum has swung too far. There are no expectations on me at all now. I don’t have to please anyone, not even myself. I don’t have to pick up my clothes or...

Truth Telling They pour salt on our wounds and grind it in with their  heels. They tell us to forgive, to reconnect, to do this, that or the other. Ought, must and should are the order of the day. If we will just oblige and bow our heads in acquiescence, all will be well. The surface will turn to glass and the world will be satisfied. For too long we have lingered in this silence, its walls closing in on us while the voices of others echo around us, drowning us out. We wait to for someone to ask about our journey, our perspective, our tears. To notice that our hearts are broken and mute. But those we wait on cannot ask because that might stir the pond, causing them to glimpse what lies beneath their own muddied waters. We must retreat and be silent for them,...

Trusting Our Wings Where is our home? Where is the path that will take us there? Not yet, whispers the wind around the tops of the trees, raining debris down on us. You have lessons to learn. You need to know how to trust yourself. And so we sigh and lie down for the night, under a crescent moon, soft grass for our pillow, and wait to face another day, to learn what we have not yet learned, to follow the paths that go where we know not. This is the way to truth, to life, to ourselves. We might arrive bruised and torn, tired and wounded, but we will arrive because we have no other choice. We can’t go back, we have thrown away the key that turned in us, we have ceased to be wind-up toys and have become pilgrims. One day we will discover our wings and know how to...