Sunday, 1 January 2017

 Friends are like...

 
      planets orbiting my sphere...my personal Sun.
 
   As I begin this New Year 2017, today January the first, I have received many well wishes on Facebook, by Email, and via texts. All are hopeful, grateful and inspiring. I noted that they came from far and wide, family, best friends, soul sisters and brothers, "friends" and acquaintances - casual and formal, professional. I thought about the presence of these people in my life. And like the planets some are closer than others. They all play a role have an influence.
 
My SUN people: Warm me, brighten my life, sustain me, get me. They can ignite my innermost creativity and know I am just full of gas sometimes. They don't take my occasional 'farts' personally, they just burn them up - use them as fuel, propelling us to a new day.
 
My Moon people: We need no words as we see the futility in attempting to express feeling. They aid in my own exploration of emotions and how I might better use my own. Again, not taking theirs too personally. How do I cope? Soothe myself. Reflect another person's sun?
 
(P.S. Yes, I know, technically the Sun and Moon are not planets, they are the luminaries that light our way and keep us alive!)
 
My Mercury people: Teach me how to communicate in easy and challenging ways. Each time sending me inside my head to see how I am absorbing information that ultimately creates my world view. 
 
My Venus people: Teach me my self-worth, again in good and also in challenging ways. They make me examine my values; what I find beautiful; what I love.
 
My Earth people: Ground me, helping me see where I am being impractical, undisciplined and non-productive. Since I possess little eat in my own Natal chart, these can be hard lessons, so I need them even more than I know.
 
My Mars people: Energize me, get me moving; show me my anger by pushing my buttons. Love/hate. Argue/make up! They have me examine any fight/flight like tendencies (I am an Aries and Mars rules me) What is worth going to war for?  Where may I compromise?
 
My Jupiter people: Expand my world, taking me to higher realms and philosophies; encourage me to shoot for the stars - with first doing the work of honing my aim. 
 
My Saturn people: Help me recognize that time is all we have, use it wisely. Get serious and be rewarded for efforts in countless ways. Be organized, don't fritter it all away.
 
My Uranus people: My soul tribe; future thinking; humanitarians; no drama. Are looking forward to the possibilities not in front of us. The word 'friend' was not initially taken to mean an 'affection between people' but rather had its roots in the concept of 'we have a mutual enemy' therefore, we will band together. A team, mutually supportive.
 
My Neptune people: Take me to the river, sit me down and allow for deep escape and meditation. Om! They help me dream; Let go, let God.  They know we are all connected and must care for one another even if it is at our own expense. These are the 'too sensitive' souls for this earth. That is why they must, at times, erect rigid boundaries.
 
My Pluto people: These deep, dark and mysterious spirits help me dive where the brave dare not go, into my own psyche and connect me to my unseen motivations. How am I using my power? What do I have control over? All and nothing.
 
and I will add an asteroid here,
 
My Chiron people: Those who show me what I must heal, my flat-tire, that which keeps me from moving forward, that which I can be blissfully unaware of. Damn you! Bless you! All in the same moment.
 
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   How could I live fully without all these mirrors in my life, these my friends, my helpers - in many disguises. Donning the costume of devils; angels; exes; children; in-laws; outlaws; heroes; sheriffs; bosses; lovers; imps and leprechauns. Each holding an energy that impacts me. To what extent? I decide.  Sometimes the Sun just shines alone keeping others in the shade, behind clouds. And in turn, they do the same to me, keep me out of their orbit - but the clouds do clear and then they may be out of my orbit while others remain, shining more brightly than ever.
 
   The planets like the stars are always there - yes, you don't always see them and there are billions on earth - most we will never encounter but those that we do, we were meant to.  For that I am grateful and will try to be aware of my impact on your SELF. Let's have an interesting adventure as we trek through 2017 together, in orbit.
 
The SUN in a star.  So are you.
Cosmic hugs, your "friend",
Peggy
 
 
Take heart, have a brain, and be brave, as we walk down this earthly yellow brick road together, on our journey to meet the "Wizard" we are.
Wizards like us can turn poop into gold!
 
 
 
 

Sunday, 4 October 2015



John O'Donohue (1 Jan 1956 – 4 Jan 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.

 I discovered John's first book Anam Cara (Soul Friend) at an airport in 1998. My carry-on that day was my mother's ashes, well, half of them. She wished them all to be sprinkled over Lake Minnewanka in Banff Alberta, a place where she had vibrant memories of collecting driftwood with her one and only precious grandson. She got half her wish, but my father needed her to be somewhere concrete so they settled on the split of her remains. I was going 'home' to Montreal for her funeral.  I read the book on the plane and found a passage so appropriate for her soul that I read it at the graveside ceremony. Seventeen years later I found myself planning a trip to Ireland. I wondered about John O'Donohue. Where was he from on the Erin Isle?  I searched the internet and discovered that he had died in 2008. I cried. Not a tiny little tear but a wail I never knew existed in my being. Irish luck, being what it is, his grave was not far off the path of our itinerary. I shall visit him. I shall read to him. I shall mourn him, his words, his brilliance, his spirit that had touched mine at a significant passage in my life. I brought with me a copy of a poem he had penned ...  "On the Death of a Beloved"    from To Bless The Space Between Us  You can read it at http://www.johnodonohue.com/memoriam

I again found the tears flowing, a circle somehow complete in my heart. I felt my mother's presence as I said goodbye to her again here, on the Burren, in the quant holy space of Creggagh Graveyard. As we drove north along the sea towards Fanore I knew this was to be the highlight of all the magical moments in this blessed land and it t'was.

Grief does not fade, it becomes a part of us, that brings us back to the truth that we are all connected and that our 'job' here is to feel it and connect with our heart. The challenge is that when others are not in that space we must not lose sight of our soul's truth, not to be dissuaded by the acting out of pain and fear of those around us, to be in all ways and always in compassion. That is our purpose. Connect.John O'Donohue (1 Jan 1956 – 4 Jan 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.

I discovered John's first book Anam Cara (Soul Friend) at an airport in 1998. My carry-on that day was my mother's ashes, well, half of them. She wished them all to be sprinkled over Lake Minnewanka in Banff Alberta, a place where she had vibrant memories of collecting driftwood with her one and only precious grandson. She got half her wish, but my father needed her to be somewhere concrete so they settled on the split of her remains. I was going 'home' to Montreal for

John O'Donohue (1 Jan 1956 – 4 Jan 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.

I discovered John's first book Anam Cara (Soul Friend) at an airport in 1998. My carry-on that day was my mother's ashes, well, half of them. She wished them all to be sprinkled over Lake Minnewanka in Banff Alberta, a place where she had vibrant memories of collecting driftwood with her one and only precious grandson. She got half her wish, but my father needed her to be somewhere concrete so they settled on the split of her remains. I was going 'home' to Montreal for

heart. I felt my mother's presence as I said goodbye to her again here, on the Burren, in the quant holy space of Creggagh Graveyard. As we drove north along the sea towards Fanore I knew this was to be the highlight of all the magical moments in this blessed land. It t'was.

 

Grief does not fade, it becomes a part of us, that brings us back to the truth that we are all connected and that our 'job' here is to feel it and connect with our heart. The challenge is that when others are not in that space we must not lose sight of our soul's truth, not to be dissuaded by the acting out of pain and fear of those around us, to be in all ways and always in compassion. That is our purpose. Connect.

John O'Donohue (1 Jan 1956 – 4 Jan 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.

I discovered John's first book Anam Cara (Soul Friend) at an airport in 1998. My carry-on that day was my mother's ashes, well, half of them. She wished them all to be sprinkled over Lake Minnewanka in Banff Alberta, a place where she had vibrant memories of collecting driftwood with her one and only precious grandson. She got half her wish, but my father needed her to be somewhere concrete so they settled on the split of her remains. I was going 'home' to Montreal for

John O'Donohue (1 Jan 1956 – 4 Jan 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.

I discovered John's first book Anam Cara (Soul Friend) at an airport in 1998. My carry-on that day was my mother's ashes, well, half of them. She wished them all to be sprinkled over Lake Minnewanka in Banff Alberta, a place where she had vibrant memories of collecting driftwood with her one and only precious grandson. She got half her wish, but my father needed her to be somewhere concrete so they settled on the split of her remains. I was going 'home' to Montreal for

 


Thursday, 26 June 2014

River of Streams



The Flow of Life


We are a product of our thoughts. NO let me re-phrase that - our lives are a product of our thoughts and we have millions of them, constant, like a river, a river filled with streams of thoughts, unending the source being infinite. As our thoughts flow we can get worn down like a rock in a river. We yield to some of the thoughts, we allow them to shape us, our words, reactions and beliefs. When we can stop the flow, the constant pressure, we come out of the water once in awhile to breath, we rise into the air that is life giving.

Meditation is one such method of extracting ourselves from the barrage. It is hard to stop the surge, the addiction, the tide. We can't stop them but we can turn down the volume, the blare of rehashing the past and the scream of fear about the future. Our body shows the wear.

If you can find a way to still, dam, redirect the course of opinion and judgement we see more clearly without the blur of being submerged which warps our view.

Calm the waters, breath - it is the one thing that makes everything else improve.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

WRITE the Wrongs


I recently listened to an award winning Canadian author describe her writing process. She said that for her POERTY was easiest, it was raw, a pouring out of basic feeling, emotion, no mind involved. It had impact. When she then began to write fiction, it was a little harder, more form, thought and story arc. When she tried to write non-fiction - memoir. It was near impossible because there she was putting her own story on paper. - Never easy.
I believe 'journal' writing is like having a visit with yourself. Get a cup of tea, put it in your agenda like you would if you were meeting a friend for a chin wag, Saturday10 a.m. CUP OF TEA with PAGE. It need not be profound, nor fluffy, because with a good friend we can be both those things at times. But after you establish a safe, nurturing relationship with the PAGE you will be surprised how deep you can be with her, nothing scares her off. She is a trusted friend to try thoughts on. Share guilt, sadness, madness and glee with. You can be whomever you want to be with her, a five year old who's heart has just been broken because Daddy ignored her again. A ten year old who experiences the shame of a bladder accident on the ball field. A sixteen year old whose heart was just broken by her first love. A twenty year old helping her mother deal with addiction. All of these live within you and sometimes they need acknowledgement, and embrace. Journaling isn't all rehashing and pain, but it is like a good visit, a time to share, to be open to what ever comes up and if you stick with it I promise gems will be unearthed. First you must be willing to pass into the adit of the mine that is you.

There are no words that have no meaning. Each expression of language affects. Exacts a connotation, a sense which may be skewed by the interpreter, reduced to a gist, formed/colored by a lens.

Yet on the other hand I see that we rely too much upon words to express, especially how we feel. Feelings of course come from the heart and are born of our own story. Words are the creation of the mind. There is often a disconnect between the heart and the mind after it passes through the filter of the 'acceptable'.

When you are writing, after time, your heart learns to write on the page, bypassing the head and the acceptable - all you feel, has no right or wrong attached, it just is.. it is, there in black and white.

Our interior world has no words, it is just is. Visit it. It holds so many vast treasures more precious than gold. This time IS productive. Getting to know yourself frees you from behaviours that you don't understand. Helps you see, why you might be attracting the same 'story' into your life over and over. The story wants to be heard, acknowledged and let go. Free it by writing.

Monday, 14 October 2013

Revive, Review, Renew


Three times a year the planet Mercury goes into retrograde. Meaning that is 'appears' to be going backward in the sky from our earth perspective. Of course no planet goes backwards .. they are all in an orbit, on a trajectory, a path. Like our lives we can 'appear' to be headed in a direction, on a trajectory, having forward momentum but occasionally we can create the illusion of going backwards. We call this memory, whether it is intellectual, spiritual, emotional or ancestral. We can provide our own optical illusion and slip into a backwards motion.
When Mercury is retrograde astrologers will warn us of complications with all things that Mercury 'rules', another term that astrologers use to speak of the quality of what Mercury represents in our world, communications, transportation, that which is in our close proximity, neighbors, siblings, written agreements, primary teachings. In other words, don't sign a contract it will have issues or need to be revised; don't buy electronics, communication devices or vehicles. Now of course life goes on and we can't stop communicating, travelling or talking to our neighbors but be it helps to be aware. I do back up my computer before each retrograde, I check my tire pressure and get my oil changed and I double check any out going communication. I have found that for me Mercury retrograde is a perfect time to RE anything.
It is a perfect time to look into the past and rework whatever needs touching up, a project, a relationship, an old story or paradigm and even sometimes a wholesale RE-newal.

REVIVE - once we bring it into our consciousness we have a choice. Past Present or Future.
Which lens will I use to review this 'thing'? My old eyes, the ones that first saw or created the situation, I call this 'living in the past' maybe intellectually I can view it from a new perspective but perhaps my emotions were thwarted at the time and I have not emotionally move forward to a new view. (Start hitting yourself over the head now!) I can look to see the reality of today, present, and see where it fits into this very moment, where I again will have another choice, will a RE-act or will I look forward to what ACTIONS I can take. Actions can be very personal, as simple as letting something go, even if it is only on your mind or I may want to take action into the world that others can see. Or perhaps my action is to use my heart to forgive - my self or another. Or maybe I let go. (The new age adage of, "let go, let God! - release it to my spirits, angels or anything bigger than I).

REVIEW - Who is doing the review? The conditioning of your life? Mother, Father, Church? or is it the 5th grade teacher who told you that you are not artistic, not smart, not deserving?

RENEW - Erase the old tapes and revive, review and renew your commitment to being love-able. Beginning with yourself. GO back to vulnerability, that which connects you to others and the world around you. Fear keeps us small.  Renew every day, with a prayer of gratitude, a breath of air on a chilled autumn stroll, a shower. Cleanse all that is not serving you.

Mercury in Mythology was known as the 'messenger', he was agile and quick (think the FTD florist logo with winged boots). He was the only god able to travel to the underworld and communicate with the darker forces found there. He was quite a storyteller. We can use Mercury to tell stories to ourselves. Are they healing stories or hurting stories. We choose. We frame the parts of ourselves that hold us back from moving forward in healthy, honored ways.

The next Mercury retrograde periods are: Oct 21 - Nov 9, 2013  Feb 6 - 27, 2014 & June 7 -30, 2014

Re-lax, Re-pose, Re-fresh, Re-jig,
Re-acquaint yourself with your soul.
And BACK UP YOUR COMPUTER!

The picture above is form the ancient Mayan ruins at Uxmal, Yucatan. The gourds in the foreground re-mind me of the seeds of all our potential. I took this photo on a pilgrimage there in 2011. This area is known as the University of the Great Mother, the feminine. I had some astounding (don't ask)experiences while there and I am now taking this opportunity to:
REVIVE the teachings imparted;
REVIEW how I continue to integrate my own feminine principles of receiving, being open;
RENEW my commitment to change and growth.

Amen,
Peggy


Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Remembering Inspiration

                                                  MY GRADE ONE Class Photo - 1963

Who was I? What was I trying to learn? Discover? How curious was I? In a group of people who are all trying to learn; do their best, unskilled at so many things. What habits did I initiate to protect myself? What face did I use to blend in, get along, be liked? Could this photo have been a reflection of where I am now?
We are uniformed, all the same, no preferential treatment due to status - although I remember some girls haveing the 'fancy' blouses. Miss Nickerson, a patient, kind, dutiful woman? What became of her?

This photo is inspirational, if I use it as such. What were my dreams? What activities made me feel alive at this age? What were my interests? This is who I AM, not who I WAS. I invite you to take a trip back. Remember what thrilled you? Examine what challenged you? What walls did you erect? What were you told about who you were? Were you in the 'bright' group? Artistic? Encouraged? Were you 'more than'? 'Less than'? Equal? What were the stories (not truths) you started believing about yourself, the seeds? What did you believe about others? Were you bullied? Were you a bully? What did you do to survive? Were you, the true you, nourished?

When people ask, "What is my purpose?" - This is a good place to start. Remember your aspirations, what came naturally to you at a young age. For me it was writing. I put words to music, poetry, Engllish was my favorite subject becasue it taught me to communicate what I was feeling. Math? Well let's just say things didn't always add up. Geography - look how those people live, wow they are different than us, yet the same, cool!

I can look at this picture, remember most of the names.. but for sure all of their Zodiac signs. Yes, astrology was going to be in my future, I just didn't know it then and I managed to ignore it for forty years. I was busy being someone else, that took a lot of time and energy -- but as I see myself sitting at the back, with the 'cute' page boy hair cut and I REMEMBER what I came here to be, to do, to have. 
Thanks Miss N.

Friday, 15 February 2013

Love is in the AIR! Breath it in.

I was reading the Osho Zen Tarot book yesterday to bring myself to a deeper meaning of a particular card. It was appropriate as I realized later, as it was St. Valentine's day. The card was "The Dream" (aka 6 of cups) Often we want/desire/dream of a relationship to avoid ourself. We want to drown our aloneless in relationship. The dreaming mind projects and distorts reality. When we "fall in love" we are in the dream, reality then bursts the bubble sometime later and we feel that the other has not lived up to our "dream" and that's where the trouble begins. This thought remided me of something else I had recently encountered. Poet, David Whyte in an interview said, "Most forms of love are unrequited." His gist was that love we give always comes back in a different form that we anticipated, you are meant to have your heart broken. - Yes, that makes sense to me. It is only in the breaking open of a heart that we can discover its vastness.

Self Portrait
 
It doesn't interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know if you belong -- or feel abandoned;
If you know despair
Or can see it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need to change you;
If you can look back with firm eyes
Saying "this is where I stand."
I want to know if you know how to melt
Into that fierce heat of living
Falling toward the center of your longing.
I want to know if you are willing
To live day by day
With the consequence of love
And the bitter unwanted passion
Of your sure defeat.
I have been told
In that fierce embrace
Even the gods
Speak of God.
 
~ David Whyte ~
 
(Fire in the Earth)
 
 
True love goes beyond the personal, the ego, the need. Romantic love is the dream, sexual expression is the lowest form of love - our animalistic nature. Compassion is the highest form of love. When we can give love freely and have no expectation of return.; when we can love ourselves; when we can stop attaching expectation to it; love becomes unconditional. In order to give so freely we must be convinced first that we are lovable or love-able. We must know that we are full, even with our flaws. Intimacy is hard to achieve as it requires us to allow a mirror, another person to reflect back to us ALL of us, the hole, the wound, the poverty inside. If we don't know our inner demons they can be exploited - by a lover. When you need no one to be happy, love is possible. It is LIMITLESS. Judgements about our self or others keep us trapped in illusion, old patterns and habits. Love is always (ALL WAYS) possible. It is here in this moment, limitless, yes, breath it in, deeply.