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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.

Bridget’s Night

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on January 31, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

A windy night with the fences banging their weight against the concrete…I like the sound, a natural composition making itself heard here in suburbia. The elemental force behind it trembles  my soul, reacting in delight at Her presence…The Smith, The Poet, The warrior. In older memory still she is known as The Shining One with the blood of the Faye running through Her. She is, in our beautiful celtic way scattered throughout the land and the spirit , a part of who we are without thinking.

Her night, a marker in the dark haze of an uncovering winter, a seed of light for the spirit to see, an idea for the mind to hold. And for the imagination of the future that will be. Bridget holds us this night ( those who would be held ) and kisses our prayers with the dew. She creates a space where it is easier to trust the light that you feel, this is ancient knowledge settled into the night. A womb to grow those fragile hopes in a tangible way, where the bright gentle ideas have tenure. Innocence makes a gallant return to the stage where her bed is waiting. She is full of that pure desire to live and dream.

Remembering the nights that have gone before, some in silence and some in splendor, these accrue to an inherent  sense of responsibility  gathering in my blood, gathering in my years. I am touching upon a place of peace. Releasing old barriers from their posts, creating space along the way.

Whispering new year

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on January 6, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

As I approach this idea in my head like an animal who has dreamed a dream. Waking in a foreign place full of intangible conflicting notions that belong to some other race. Devoid of trust and belonging one is easily pulled into the quagmire of lies and deceit, the concept of truth drowned out by false need. Manufactured desire and fear that is packaged, promoted and mass produced. Real need buried beneath  the multitude of lies and twisted truth. There is always some seed of truth in the foundation, rather like the many churches built on top of old old sacred sites. Sites that are connected to the very core of our planet, places where the human spirit can look upon itself and really see. This mirror remains untarnished by any  force that may wish to conceal it. The power remains in the stillness that must be achieved in order to see with any real depth. Like bird watching for the soul, you must be in one place long enough to really have your boots sunk in.

The stillness within is key, as we move at incredible speeds through the solar system. All is in motion, constant changing and exchanging of energy. This stillness is not governed by physical science, it lies on another very different plane altogether, closer to the secrets of chaos and creation. In the realm of the heart is where the spirit shines at it’s very brightest. And here in the darkest part of the year that light shines long and bright. The tipping point of the year, a vision of the luminous souls in flight. Lanterns lit and released into the air, small groups of people huddled outside to bring in the roman new year. The cold and beautiful night alive with floating prayers of hope and spirit strong. They all journey towards the south-east to gather together. The bright flames becoming embers in the sky, shining like the stars, they make new constellations in the sky. Never more than seven converge on this night, their constellations made by human hands appear bright and true amongst the older residents. A torrent of hope and wonder washed through me, the sense of belonging in me deeply felt. I gleefully belong here x

Forming Trust

Forming Trust

Belonging

Posted in Spirituality on December 11, 2010 by Naomi Brosnan

It is a beautiful, almost full Autumn Moon… So huge she was as this dusky disc rose into the night sky. I was filled with a wonder that has not left me, it reminded me of who I am at the truth of things. Feeling my kin close and free, they are riding tonight, this fact written in the sky—a clear rider on the clouds, riding a great big mythical creature. Yeats inevitably came to my heart… “We will give you rest far from men. Is there anything better, anything better? Tell us it then!” Mmmmm… The spirit remains immortal and the flesh decays so I soared to Sidhe Beag, Slieve Erin and here I sit once again on Sidhe Mor. All that trust and magic welling up in me, pronouncing it is time to sit with rock and earth and tree on the mountain. My sense of belonging suddenly strikingly full and overflowing! I can feel them all around this night, I feel so loved by them that words do little justice to the deep sense of joy that dwells with me from them, visions beyond description. I see the presence moving with the cloud, my marks lie waiting as I look from home. I knew they would come in time…as the hawthorn grows wild in the garden I knew they would come. Then again maybe I was simply blinded by denial of the present, always living in the future denying the moment, the now! How crazy does that sound! Silly business when I think about it, what a waste…breeding misery along the way.

Cave Dweller

Cave Dweller