Time moves swiftly, doesn’t it.
Our Written Word Weekend moved well, regardless of the million and one things that happened on the August Bank Holiday Weekend. We had a pleasant turn out and a delightful variety of very special guests.
Now the mid- month has past and here in Ireland it is autumn, the beginning of harvest.
You know, much is happening with all of us- you hardly need me to remind you, still -
All of us are rapidly changing, or not changing…. all of us have a opportunity to step up to the light and take what is rightfully ours.
Take our power. Our love. Take our feeling. Our passions. Take our bravery, take our longing. Take our creative in hand and brush away the hairs of doubt.
There is a woman who wrote to letter, a public letter, one of those facebook jobs and in this letter Tracey G. noted that over the next two years we have at our beckoning, a time of Exquisite Aloneness.
I adore that phrase.
Exquisite Aloneness.
Its a door into the room of heart.
The imagination of the enchanted.
She advices to set time everyday for our creative selves. Just a few moments to write, sculpt, paint, draw, garden, fold, strum whatever your having that is strictly yours.
take these days for Exquisite Aloneness and savour the delight in craft of being.
when the door closes…
A new path emerges.
Peace folks
Be well
thanks for clicking on
always
eileen