Containing Destructive Energy…Then Unleashing Creative Aligned Expression | Openhand

Submitted by Open on Fri, 04/06/2012 – 02:02

Life is full of paradoxes. In fact the more we walk the path, we may realise each stone we tread, is in itself a grey area of multiple truths,  Please continue reading

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Closing Cycles, Shutting Doors, Ending Chapters

Courtesy of InnerSef

Of course things don’t always happen they way we wish they would.

There are moments in which we feel we are seeking something that is not meant for us, knocking on doors that don’t open, waiting for miracles that don’t manifest themselves.  Please continue reading

Source: Closing Cycles, Shutting Doors, Ending Chapters – Leave In The Past The Moments Of Life That Have Finished

Creating ‘Newmories’ from Painful or Traumatic Memories

Courtesy of InnerSelfCreating 'Newmories' from Painful or Traumatic Memories

All of us have traumatic memories.

Over the years we may become aware how they are affecting our lives in negative ways. For instance, a father was less than kind and we suddenly notice ourselves being harsh towards our own son. Or, we were sexually abused thirty years ago and still shrink back from intimacy today, unable to freely receive and give love.  Please continue reading

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The Great Liberation: Abandoning Yourself To Your Experience

Courtesy of InnerSelf Alan Watts.

Scientist and philosopher may argue to the end of time, but meanwhile the human soul thirsts, and psychologist, priest, and mystic have the temerity to suggest that there may be ways of approach to the ultimate mysteries other than laboratory observation and pure logic. For while scientist and logician dissect and analyze, the mystic looks for meaning in the whole.  Please continue reading

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Kellie couldn’t live there any more – Lucia Sullivan


Enchanted Forest by Jane Ray @ The Rose Gallery


“Kellie couldn’t live there any more.
There was no place to breathe.
No place to call home.
She had rattled the forest with tears;
At times.
She knew,
That only the ancestors and the Pines would hear her.
And they were too silent,
To speak back.
She talked by the creek to the wind and the water.
It soothed her like spring rain.
But it too,
Was too alive in some mystic dimension,
To speak back.

Kellie had gone from the country side.
Far from the winter ice that hung off of the willows,
Like diamonds shining in the sun.
She may never know the warmth of a home again.
It lay in her memory,
Like a heavy blanket in a creaky farmhouse,
Heated by wooden embers.
She knew that smell of wood and cold.
She knew those footprints that…

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