Archive for March, 2011

Spring Equinox

Posted in Spirituality on March 21, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

Walking outside with the near dark, an invitation to live and breathe deeply in is issued. Smells of a stirring earth, bird song in the bushes and the rooks making themselves seen and heard in their dusk dance. Life expressing itself laterally, a oneness in the whole diverse notion that is growth. Scents of spring and it’s energy hit me almost simultaneously, in my mind’s eye arms are horizontally outstretched…I am once again uncovered and basking in the glorious sensation of feeling connected to this movement of growth. This state is saturated with joyful hope, every new fiber and cell brimming with potential. New life readying itself for the big break-out into the world.

I was once in a place where I celebrated these things with quests and visions. Climbing mountains and seeking caves with the metaphysical spirit dwelling deep within the old forest. In the wild the laws are different…with leaf and berry and bird as your witness. The fluency of nature is always louder in nature’s wilder places. It grows, I like to think as our imaginations do, in eloquent chaos. Space for the unknown and the dark to dwell in, as themselves without malice. Opposites in harmony with each other, each true to itself, working together in a dance that balances sustainable life and sustainable thought.

As time continues it’s spiral there are moments that remain an eternal present. Memories that touch upon places in us that have existed far beyond our perishable matter and it’s unfolding science. Our souls bridge the apparent gap that empirical knowledge leaves. Old wisdom built on faith and trust in oneself and one’s path. The ability to connect to other realms in nature, seeking knowledge with a light foot in both worlds. This time of equal light and dark supports the process of finding balance. Time to be nourished by the wisdom of our ancestors.


Posted in Creativity, Self-awareness on March 12, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

I approach again with a need to write …The waves of intellect have crashed on numerous occasions against my will, like the waves that roar with the sheer power of the ocean, white water power. The foam I consider to be the evidence of passion is all but expunged by frivolous over thinking and an ultimate descent into pointlessness. I had deceived myself into thinking that I had nothing constructive to say. There I sat for weeks, head spinning ravenous thoughts around in a spiral, like a pac man munching up all the delicate passion.

My head still spins with forming thoughts holding tension that I must release. The mounting unexpressed minions dragging me to a place where nothing is soft enough or clear enough. The pointlessness dresses my soul in the foulest of rags, and does not even take joy in it’s victory! The odor has grown to a stifling intensity, it acts like a drug that changes my perception… finally I move to open the window. New air has such fragrance that it makes my mouth water, a desire for something other begins to manifest. I find myself naked and clean with a fresh stack of enthused potential.

Maybe now that I have my own permission thoughts may be allowed to crystalize at a natural pace instead of speeding in confinement. The act of writing begins the release of debris, the rattling of chains and the chink of light. The motion of doing has the tendency to quiet the mind, fishing out those core truths. Instead of shooting fish in a barrel one gazes upon the vast open nature that is their habitat. Writing creates room for ideas and their details, slightly apart from the chaos but still connected. The deep multidimensional well of reality is in constant motion, full of the diversity of many mundane acts. The rich and beautiful notion of prayer and altruism. Routine that is gently laid upon the rest of the random mind.