Self and Beyond

05/05/2024

Khalil Gibran on Fear....

It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.

~ Khalil Gibran

12/04/2024

Stop, listen, and expand your world…

30/08/2023

Beautiful poem by Mário de Andrade (Sao Paulo 1893 - 1945) Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism

MY SOUL IS IN A HURRY

I counted my years and discovered that I now have less time left to live than I had lived until now.
I feel like the kid who won a pack of candy; He ate the first few with pleasure, but when he realized there were few left, he began to savor them deeply.
I don't have time for endless meetings where we discuss bylaws, rules, procedures and internal regulations, knowing that nothing will happen.
I no longer have time to put up with absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.
My time is short to discuss titles. I want the essential, my soul is in a hurry...

Without many sweets in the package...

I want to live next to human people, very human. Who know how to laugh at their mistakes, who are not vain of their triumphs. People who don't consider themselves elected before their time, people who don't try to escape their responsibilities. I am looking for people who defend human dignity, people who only want to walk on the side of truth and honesty.
The essential is what makes life worth living.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch people's hearts...
People who have learned from the hard knocks of life to grow up with soft touches in their soul Yes..., I am in a hurry..., I am in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I intend not to waste any of the candy I have left... I am sure they will be more exquisite than the ones I have eaten so far.
My goal is to arrive at the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and with my conscience.
We have two lives and the second one starts when you realize that you have only one 💕

29/08/2023

Whatever we suppress or deny and attempt to keep out of our conscious awareness, will show up somewhere, somehow....

25/08/2023

I've often heard people declare they can't meditate, journal etc., and this is a good response.... there is more than one way for a spiritual practice, and YOU get to choose which one works best for you!

22/08/2023

Forgiving our parents is the key to freeing our minds from anger, resentment, and any negative emotions that have clouded our understanding of where we fit into this world....

19/08/2023

One of the many benefits of growing older is the freedom to be authentic & true to yourself, without worrying about anyone else’s opinion. That’s true freedom… let that be your goal.

If you want to be a s*xually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
Thats right.
The crone. The ancient old woman. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with s*xuality.
Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.
Paint those lips and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.
Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.
Make them hard. Make them desire.
Get that face lift. Suck in that belly.
Guess what.
The crone doesn't give a F
And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.
After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman...eventually!
Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?
Her secret threatens to corrupt you.
She can make you wild.
She can reveal to you your power.
Your volcanic senseless holy
Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.
They tell you she is crazy.
Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.
How would you have s*x if you didn't give a F about how pretty you look?
Or how flat your stomach is?
The crone is not an object of desire.
She is free to claim her own desire.
In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.
Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.
She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.
She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.
Her s*x no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.
She is full.
The portal to her blood has been sealed.
She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.
Her s*x is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.
She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.
That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.
She is unraveling herself from these webs.
She has liberated her s*x from all their stories.
She is making it to the other side.
Freeing herself.

🪶: Maya Luna

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15/11/2022

Freedom comes when you love yourself enough not to be concerned about another person's opinion of you.....they are only seeing you through the lens of their perception.

15/11/2022

Being brave shows up in different ways.....

12/11/2022

Are you ready? I know I am...

12/11/2022

Be Yourself, the world will adjust...

27/02/2022

Prepare to be yourself…. The journey starts now!

26/02/2022

26/02/2022

IF YOUR MOTHER DID NOT LOVE YOU
the way she could have.
Your heart is never quite full.
If your mother was not who she could have been,
your soul is somehow incomplete.
If your inner little girl was not taught how to feel,
your journey is not easy my friend.
But
You owe it to that girl to learn.
You owe it to her to make love.
You owe it to her to create a world so full of love, that it will eventually out-shadow the demons of your past.

And here’s the thing about that...
Love regenerates.
So make it and watch it blossom in the hearts of those around you.
And watch them pass it on and on and on until you have singlehandedly made enough love, and more, to fill that void you carry and to fill the voids of anyone who crosses your path.

If your mother did not love you, the way she could have,
you have some catching up to do,
But I know you will my friend.
I know you will.
It starts with you.

~Donna Ashworth

Art: Audrey Gilbert

26/02/2022

Stop and listen….

14/02/2022

I have been her…..

I have been her
I have been she
I have been them
And now I’m me.

I have been out
And I’ve been in
I’ve felt defeat
I’ve known the win.

I have held joy
and shouldered grief
I’ve had my share
Of changed beliefs.

I have been hurt
and I’ve been high
I heard the answers
to what and to why.

I know the loss
and I know the gain
I know that we
all bleed the same.

I have been her
I have been she
I have been them
And now I’m me.

By Donna Ashworth Words

Art by

08/02/2022

"It was not witches who burned.

It was women.

Women who were seen as

Too beautiful
Too outspoken
Had too much water in the well (yes, seriously)
Who had a birthmark
Women who were too skilled with herbal medicine
Too loud
Too quite
Too much red in her hair
Women who had a strong nature connection
Women who danced
Women who sung
or anything else, really.

ANY WOMAN WAS AT RISK BURNING IN THE SIXTEEN HUNDREDS

Sisters testified and turned on each other when their babies were held under ice.
Children were tortured to confess their experiences with “witches” by being fake executed in ovens.
Women were held under water and if they float, they were guilty and executed.
If they sunk and drowned they were innocent.

Women were thrown off cliffs.

Women were put in deep holes in the ground.

The start of this madness was years of famine, war between religions and lots of fear. The churches said that witches, demons and the devil did exist and women were nothing but trouble. As we see even today, there is often a scape goat created, and the chaos escalated in Sweden when the Bible became law and everything that did not line up with what the church said became lethal. The Bible fanaticism killed thousands of women.

Everything connected to a women became feared, especially her s*xuality.

It became labelled as dark and dangerous and was the core of the witch trials through out the world.

Why do I write this?

Because I think the usage of words are important, especially when we are doing the work to pull these murky, repressed and forgotten about stories to the surface. Because knowing our history is important when we are building the new world. When we are doing the healing work of our lineages and as women. To give the women who were slaughtered a voice, to give them redress and a chance of peace.

It was not witches who burned.

It was women."

Author: Fia Forsström

Art: Jane Newland

03/02/2022

It’s time…..

There comes a day, somewhere in the middle of every woman’s life, when Mother Nature herself stands behind us and wraps her arms around our shoulders, whispering
“It’s time.”
“You have taken enough now. It’s time to stop growing up, stop growing older and start growing wiser – and wilder.
There are adventures still waiting on you and this time, you will enjoy them with the vision of wisdom and the companionship of hindsight, and you will really let go.
It’s time to stop the madness of comparison and the ridicule of schedule and conformity and start experiencing the joys that a life, free of containment and guilt, can bring.”
She will shake your shoulders gently and remind you that you’ve done your bit. You’ve given too much, cared too much, you’ve suffered too much.
You’ve bought the book as it were and worn the t-shirt.
Worse, you’ve worn the chains and carried the weight of a burden far too heavy for your shoulders.
“It’s time” she will say.
“Let it go, really let it go and feel the freedom of the fresh, clean spaces within you. Fill them with discovery, love and laughter. Fill yourself so full you will no longer fear what is ahead and instead you will greet each day with the excitement of a child.”
She will remind you that if you choose to stop caring what other people think of you and instead of caring what you think of you, that you will experience a new era of your life you never dreamed possible.
‘It’s time’ she will say..
“to write the ending, or new beginning, of your own story.”

Author: Donna Ashworth

Picture: Merel from World Family Ibiza

31/12/2021

Life at Midlife

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

Author : Mary Anne Perrone

Photo: Ingmari Lamy
Photo Artist: Lina Michal

18/12/2021

We are like sleepwalkers, not knowing what we are doing or where we are heading. Whether we can wake up or not depends on whether we can walk mindfully on our Mother Earth. The future of all life, including our own, depends on our mindful steps. - Thich Nhat Hanh.

03/12/2021

When we change the way we look at things, we open up a world filled with new ways of being....

Lessons of Life~
I feared being alone,
Until I learned to like myself.

I feared failure,
Until I realized that I only fail when I don't try.

I feared success,
Until I realized That I had to try In order to be happy with myself.

I feared people's opinions,
Until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway.

I feared rejection,
Until I learned to have faith in myself.

I feared pain,
Until I learned that it's necessary for growth.

I feared the truth,
Until I saw the ugliness in lies.

I feared life
Until I experienced its beauty.

I feared death,
Until I realized that it's not an end, but a beginning.

I feared my destiny,
Until I realized that I had the power to change my life.

I feared hate,
Until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance.

I feared love,
Until it touched my heart, making the
darkness fade into endless sunny days.

I feared ridicule,
Until I learned how to laugh at myself.

I feared growing old,
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.

I feared the future,
Until I realized that Life just kept getting better.

I feared the past,
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.

I feared the dark,
Until I saw the beauty of the starlight.

I feared the light,
Until I learned that the truth would give me strength.

I feared change,
Until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly
Had to undergo a metamorphos is before it could fly.~~

~Wafae Bazzi

03/12/2021

❤️📜

22/11/2021

Forest breathing..... works every time!

“She sat at the back and they said she was shy.

She led from the front and they hated her pride.

They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance.

They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence.

When she shared no ambition they said it was sad.
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad.

They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could.

But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves. She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time.

She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her. And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave. For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe.”

Author of this wonderful poem is Becky Hemsley and her page is
Here’s the link to her book on U.K. Amazon:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1739824504/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AKZA5G0JD3TTSZNXCW1A

Gorgeous painting called “Love for the Earth” by Lisete Alcalde

22/11/2021

The importance of strengthening the connection to our ancestors has become clearer as I open my heart to all possibilities, and I've learned they have so much to teach us....

CROSSING THE VEIL

We are thinking about the beauty of Pure Love, on the other side of the veil..
It's a place of Great Peace for Spirit.

There were a few times, we personally could have simply kept walking, with our Ancestors...
We still hear the voices, through the veil from the physical world, calling to us,,come back, come back now, into the physical world, it is not your time..

It's hard for those of us who have crossed through the veil, to return to the physical realm..even if we return to the physical plain, into bodies that are broken, we return..every time, because this is where we are needed.

We know our Earth Walk is important, even in times where life is hard on us and just letting go would be so simple to do, yet we return.

We have crossed the veil more than a few times, for lessons, for reminders and for survival.
Yes we die in order to survive, our Spirit is strong on the other side and we cross to protect ourselves, to remember ourselves and to strengthen ourselves..
We know this Earth Walk is bigger than us and we come back..

We have walked with our Ancestors and have no fear of our own passing.
It is a place of Great Peace and Pure Love, why wouldn't we want to go..

We know, that if we stayed beyond the veil, before our time, the next lifetime would be even harder, this one has been hard enough to survive, we will remain until our time comes to return home, this time we will learn the lessons placed before us and live our purpose..

Just thinking!!!
Sometimes Earth is a lonely place...

Grateful for all who walk with us beyond the veil, reminding us we are never truly alone, no matter how alone we feel, every now and again !

Ala'Sit'Pit

01/11/2021

Breathe life into the you that is waiting to emerge….

22/10/2021

Hello friends, I haven't posted here for a while... been going through my own process of discernment and growth. This video is the kickstart of my return. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/fAHRtMmVhSY