meditation – Penny Reilly Artist Beyond the Gate

Let the poetry write you…

How often do you think out loud? When you have a conundrum to solve… do you talk to yourself, yell at the telly… tell the news commentators to shuuut uuup, perhaps? Have you noticed there’s a distinctly different timbre to the rhythm and wording in comparison to how you would talk to another person face to face? Do you have a personal code/language… if you speak other languages, do you sometimes revert to them to better express your thoughts?

These are little keys to letting language write you for your own unique way of expressing yourself and often in that rich landscape, you find a different way to communicate both with yourself and with others… but also how you approach a story, be it poetry, lyrics, novel or nonfiction.

Let the poetry write you

Allow the words to renew

the life that brims over

at the edge

of a different view

Let the words dig deep

Dredge

their veracity, volatility

their gentleness

their frailty

Let life write you

Let go control

Let the essence of being

animate your soul

Let the poetry of life write you

dive deep

into the light and dark

Find solace there

let it simmer over

to replenish the soul spark

Let nature write you… translate the you, you think you know, into the you, you truly are.

We can rewrite a script, but there are words said by rote… in sympathy, healing wishes, celebratory wishes… words of perseverance, encouragement, often sadly, with no genuine energy behind them. There are also those words used by design to bring another down, especially when maliciously spoken with knowledge of their impact to a person on a personal level. This is the resonance of the word SPITE… even the sound of it… SPIT with an E on the end!

Words hold great power… not only their context, but the vibration of the word when combined with the energy of intention. Sarcasm can be, for instance a brutal use of negatively imbued, words and thus described as the lowest form of wit.

What do you feel in your core at obviously evocative words like WAR or PEACE, GOOD or EVIL… (the word evil reversed is live) UGLY or BEAUTIFUL… SADNESS or HAPPINESS, PAIN or PLEASURE. Did you jump right in and FEEL them or skim over them without sensing the vibration of their meaning, in any language? Did you avoid the negatively inferred words and skip to the drum of the positive only?When we do this, we deny half of our consciousness because both exist within our time-space continuum. To negate one is to unbalance all we truly feel. This is denial. Words ignored in their energetic intention, doesn’t make them change their energy, it only increases the energy by pushing it deeper into the core of meaning and deeper into all we want to avoid.

Bird calls are their version of words. We may not understand their meaning but we can learn in association with the action the bird takes. Any animal speaks its own language and yet there’s no less meaning to it because we don’t necessarily understand it but then… your pet lets you know when its hungry, walks to an empty water bowl when thirsty and climbs on your lap or leans in when they or you are despondent. So there are other words we learn simply by the vibration of the action conveying them.

So, no matter the language we speak, or the sounds we make, actions we show through mime and, consider sign language… there is still the vibration, the energy of the word, in play and the more conviction behind it the more likely it is to manifest in matter.

Music… just like bird calls, conveys meaning, which we then interpret into words so we can better share the emotions it invokes… another language perhaps, but it still leads us back to words and their individual, even original vibrations.

When a sound calls to you

from forest deep

whispering, reverberating

even in sleep

listen closely to the silence

of the notes in-between

the song of the earth

knows where you are

where you’ve been

…a call from the ancestors

walking unseen

They live in your blood

in your bones, your DNA

They sing ancient songs to you

…a message to not delay

in owning all you are

dig into your roots

walk gently on the earth

…take off those heavy boots

of fear and confusion

mixed with anger and pain

shake off false illusion

find peace again

Remember your spirit

hears the song of your soul

in the silence

between deep forest notes

is all of you

…complete and whole

We create by our words repeated again and again… mantras… awen, om and such, chanted… word-sounds that have a ripple affect in the aethers to create or destroy… no different to our response to perceived negative or positive energy, held in the sound and remembered/implicated through various experiences in association with the word.

Remember, our programmes are laid early and can remain close to the surface of our energy-consciousness (yet, not in stone, unless we chose to live in the old vibration the associated words suggest), but consider the word NO, said often enough that may lead a child to rebellion. All the should/shouldn’t, can’t/can… phrases such as “if you’re good, you can” “if you’re naughty, you can’t…”

Then there’s, maybe, might, perhaps, if only, try… and that last one is the clincher… if we try to do something, complete a project etc., trying isn’t using a means to identify an outcome because its always hanging unfinished in the aethers, waiting. Trying isn’t the energy of completion, I WILL is.

Nature has its own language of birth, death and rebirth in a continuum and thus its own language of creation… we are in the process now of remembering, which will unlock the words and frequencies of understanding that we have long forgotten through separating ourselves from the ‘unwritten’ coding in our every cell.

Watch your words… walk softly… be kind… Awen /|\

Until the next time,

Penny

Weaving a future…

Everything is in flux… not only the shift of seasonal change, but the whole vibratory force of a changing world. Consciousness reveals, everything we think about or imagine becomes real somewhere so, therefore, we can balance how we see the world and how it affects us, even indirectly and not let destructive forces rule.

Allowing consciousness to shift elegantly takes more than just prayers and dreams. Action is needed and, with us knowing who we are, implementation despite challenges from others, who may be uncomfortable, because change is confronting on any level for many.

If we are uncomfortable in emptiness… filling it with anxiety or restlessness, we will naturally refill the space with the same content… so rather sit in the empty until, by choice, embracing the magick of change, we renew the space with our deepest needs for wellbeing.

‌Nature doesn’t stop… she breathes in and out in cycles and seasons… we take her in with every inhale and release her again, taking into our body all it needs before letting it go. This can be applied to life in so many ways. When we are filled with anxiety, we forget to breath and so our bodies are depleted. Sitting in nature we can refill and reenergise ourselves on every level… it’s not just food we need to fuel us. Becoming familiar with all our senses is a way to remember what keeps us moving forward… what fuels us and what depletes us…

Senses stir

Ruffled fur

A bird floats

on a thermal

it cannot see

but feels

lifting its wings

A breath of air

A scent on the wind

A salty tang

An ozone explosion

Changing leaves

A changing song

A sultry breeze

Ripples on a dam

A falling feather

Forgotten bones

A place where

one feels the need

for silence

A chill on the skin

Ancestral walks

with kin

Trees whisper

in words

no longer understood

in the

forgotten language

found

in the dappled light

in the sacred wood

in the dreaming pool

of life itself

Wellbeing is something we have greatly misunderstood, I feel… thinking through things instead of feeling through things or a better yet, a balance of both. We cannot think straight if our adrenals are on overload… it’s our fight or fight mode that can leave us exhausted if not addressed with appropriate rest.

We clear so much that clogs our system through breath. Nothing fancy, just deep belly breathes and when we do this in nature our brain/mind/body all respond, to give us the sense of letting go, even when we’re unaware what we’re letting go of or even that we were hanging on at all.

Peace comes when we let go, when we stop questioning every little detail because when we don’t we lose momentum and miss tiny encrypted messages sent from the universe…

Humans have a constant need for answers that they can never truly find solutions to. If we were meant to know we would but, this said, perhaps being less reliant on what the internet tells us might be the place to begin; turning inward instead, to what our brain/mind/body is telling us all along… instinctively, intuitively and without embellishments.

Does a tree, mourn its leaves when first they change colour and fall; do they feel relieved of weight shed from the bough or do they just allow the ebb and flow of life?

There are moments in a day when things become translucent… when light falls specifically on one blade of grass, a water droplet, a bee’s wing, ripples on a pond, a fragile leaf… the world slows down, stills and the electronic white noise falls away… this makes simple sense. Do we need to know more or just be overawed by the fact that we are here to witness it all. Then, all that’s left is the ebb and flow of life… a heart beat song.

Live life

like the birds

Sing awkwardly

out of tune

raucously

dishevelled notes

feathered warbles

trilling dips and

soaring heights

deep multi-tones

wing-drummed drones

hooting cries

taloned moans and sighs

squawk your sound bites

screaming for human rights

with no sense of time

yell an orchestra

to the indecipherable sublime

entice the gentler gods

into the rhyme

of your heartbeat’s

outraged symphony

Walk softly… let things flow, toward and away… Awen /|\

Penny 💚🌳💚

What dreams are made of…

We dream… we all dream, sadly mostly of ‘one day when,’ with little appreciation of today, this moment and the fact that we’re here, alive, sentient and uniquely individual and that we can make a difference wherever we are on this beautiful earth home by needing/wanting less…

Naturally, there are those things we need for basic comfort and safety… a roof over our head, clean water and fresh food, loving relationships, community and family friendships… this goes without saying but objects do not bring lasting happiness.

Just for a moment, in that ‘wherever’ space you reside in this moment, stand still. Close your eyes and simply focus on your breath… then consciously shift to a four count breath in and eight count breath out, which allows the lungs to clear the stale air from the bottom of the lungs fully. You may feel a little dizzy if you’re not used to truly emptying out your lung capacity but then there should come a sense of euphoria at being in ‘clean, full breath’ mode…

When we find this space on a more constant level, we begin to relax into our day more easily and no matter where we travel through the day, we remain more and more in this space of awareness until we no longer have to think about the getting there, we just are there.

The hum of bees can bring you that same feeling… the purr of a cat, wind in the trees, the tap, tap, rhythmic tap of a branch against your window, the mournful cry of curlew… even a gentle snore of a close partner can soothe and relax the diaphragm and release breath deep from within… stress held in our very bones…

Today’s stresses puts a burden on us… changing our way of being constantly in angst and easing the way to a more conscious approach leads to simply being… in our work, in relationships, family crisis… all emotions are better handled… more kindly and intuitively handled, when we come from a place of inner peace, leading us on into inner strength.

With our mind clear, we better know what action to take rather than acting on impulse in sticky situations from a base of fear.

Simple thoughts and actions and yet, simplicity is the key to everything, whittling down complexity into bite size pieces. Tackling the frustrating need for things, perceived to be out of reach… realising objects are mostly on a want not need basis, especially if they don’t come under the simpler needs of life, which in turn releases the fear lack.

This is the space within, from which I write and/or paint. Connected to nature allows a quasi download of information to flow. I recognise it by the ease of it and by not needing to stress about the process or worry that if I don’t get it down quickly, it will disappear. Thoughts disappear but this space remains. It’s a combination of seeing and listening that goes beyond stressing about a particular context. Editing comes much later, after the whole piece is written.

To be in this space most of the time here at home on the farm amongst the wildlings, is where it all begins and ends. It can be naturally triggered by a sight, a scent, a sound or a fleeting feeling of something ‘other’ occurring. An image can trigger words and words can trigger an image to form in my artwork… nothing happens in isolation and thus, we find a wholeness in all of our senses combined and individually. When we apply this to our ability to dream, we create whole new possibilities for understanding our existence, which includes acceptance of the fact that we are creating our own life and purpose… hopefully giving us the reason for being rather than constantly asking the universe to tell us what to do or to make our ‘purpose’ known to us.

in this space we get to decide and create that purpose…

Deep within
the wild dreamer stirs
awakening from slumber
as change occurs
Be willing to sense
how your own needs are met
Stay awake… be aware
lest your dreams you forget
You are the dreamer
and you are the dream
One and the same
it’s within to be seen
You have slept long enough
wake up human-kin
Awaken the wild dreamer
find your truth
find your magic
…within

Walk softly… edit the dream when it no longer describes your purpose… Awen /|\

Penny