It has been a while since I wrote in ‘mysophistgarden’. Mostly because I was writing somewhere else.
Tag: inner peace
following where it grows
This morning my sabre saw and I cut out 95% of a bohemia tree which has been growing in my parents back garden for a very, very long time. As is its want, the tree is strappy and seeks the company of other trees to help it grow up to the sky. Over the past…
sound of connection?
It came out of the conversation…. when is a vibration sound?
Light within spaces, stories of being.
The telling of story made an appearance in my thinking this morning. I know it has been a while since I have written in here but quiet is also good for a person and I needed a little. My art work had become predictable and felt like it wasn’t where I was at. New came…
shell in my hand
Life mimicking life, I hear you in the shell.
EVOLUTE! An idea…
Evolute is a mathematical term and a spiritual one it seems from my reading about it. It is when there is a shape that is created by lines from the points on a curved shape. A dot at the centre of a circle. A process for finding centres….and then it was there in a writing based…
Light Dancing
In a park on an autumn day a while back I watched butterflies doing the butterfly dance through beams of filtered light among the trees and it was exquisite light dancing. The effect of light dancing upon the wings of butterflies of ordinary beauty made them into something entirely spectacular as their colours changed in…
Today I will be quiet and listen…..
It would be so easy to think that this simply means don’t speak out loud! I wish it were as straight forward as that.
Today I will allow kindness to me….
Today I will accept, receive and allow kindness to me. I know there is some redundancy in repeating with subtle word changes the same idea….if you are like me it is necessary! They say charity begins at home and we should love ourselves, so kindness that is for me should begin with me. Well today…
Today I will blow bubbles in the morning….and smile. They always make me smile, bubbles in the morning. Well, any time of the day really but in the morning they are special. When you watch a bubble suspended on the air currents it can seem like magic. Maybe it is there. The swirling of the surface…
Watching paint dry!
Watching Paint Dry! The painting doesn’t look like this anymore….it won’t look like this when I am finished, this is just the swirling of beginning that lets the colours and the water do their thing on a slightly sloping board. If I take my intent away and let it become what it will with the…
On being seen…..
So this last week was all about excitement and attending my own book signings and being seen for what is the content of my heart space about life and living. The other work I did, when i was professional and talked about topics relevant to the workplace was a masking of who I am in…
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