Leaf

leaf

For the first of our 10-minute speed writing sessions with our Writer´s Circle in The Hague this month, the subject we wrote about was “leaf”. Below is my contribution;

Leaf, leaf, leaf…

Why did I become a leaf?

Was it so that I could experience the breaking of the bud, so that I could unfold myself, stretch myself out and catch that first ray of sunshine, feel that first drop of rain on my oily skin?

Did I become a leaf to be fed to the goats at the kids “play zoo”, to go through the process of becoming manure in a pile where abundant yellow flowers grow?

Was it my fate as a leaf to be dried and rolled into incense, to be crumbled up in a pipe and smoked to the gods or to be soaked in hot water to soothe the palate of kings?

Me being a leaf, did it have anything to do with changing colours like the chameleon – not to blend into the background but to shine in the autumnal symphony of red, brown, gold and auburn?

Why did I become a leaf?

Was it to experience that surge of freedom once you really let go with all that you have, falling off that branch you call home, where you thought you were born – taking a deep breath as you snap into the unknown, facing a moment of fear only to realize that the Wind lets you sail and soar simultaneously until you hit the ground, softly.

There you lay; fulfilled, exhaling deeply, sinking into the very Earth you once came from, withering, decomposing, melting into oneness.

Is that why I became a leaf?

Cecilia Götherström , October 2013

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Akasha on Love

Akasha

Since I attended Marta Williams workshops here in The Netherlands for the second time around about a month ago I took her advice to heart to communicate with my own animals daily, and that is when you really start to notice that after some time that they open up and initiate conversations with you too more often.

Yesterday Akasha all of a sudden told me, as I was hanging out with her at her favourite place to sleep for the night at the moment, which is in the hallway snuggled up against the cold tiles of the wall, that ;

“Love is not something you do.
Love is when you hold space together, when you really are in that space together.
When you say “I love you”, you feel love but it is not inside you, it is not something that is yours or that you really feel, it just is.
It is in that space which we are holding together right now. Always. That space is always there. Everything is space, space is everywhere, so love is everywhere. When you notice space, you notice Love.”

And her name is Akasha……

Elsas blog 21/10 2013

Elsa

Hi dear Elsa, what do you want to talk about, blog about, tell people about today?

About flowers, butterflies and “airy-fairy” things like that.

Because they dance, they don´t question, they just grow, they “joy”, they fulfil and dance.

Why is it so hard to get into the heads of you humans that you too are here to grow, to blossom, to fertilize, to flow in what is, to follow nature?

First you are a seed, the seed of pure potential.
And that seed did not come out of nowhere. It can from another flower, another plant.
The pure life force was shared there, from one to the other, from one to the next.

You are cared for.

A seed cannot just sprout from being a seed. You are embedded in nutritious, warm, motherly soil.
You get rained on, the roots start to grow and as your nails, your feet, your roots, your paws, your whatever-you-call-them sinks deeper into Earth – be it stone, sand, mush, soil, gravel, swamp or whatever – you open up more and more.

You poke your head through the surface and “bling” – there´s the sun!
Warming rays, heavy winds, even cold blizzards and hail storms love you, nurture you, shape you.

And what do you humans do then?

A lot of you stop there – stagnate, get stuck in what you call “the scars of the shaping”, waging a war of bitterness on the cold blizzards next to a desperate search for a forever-and-always-only-love-of-the-sun.
= Out of balance!

Open yourselves up, show your petals, receive with gratitude whatever comes in – rain, storm, sun, shower, hail, draught, soft breeze, mist, snow, daybreak or twilight.

You won’t wither and die.
That life force is in the seed even when the flower, the plant shrivels into a dry sheet.
That is the very moment when it releases it’s seeds, when the life force is expanding, is spreading!

May the force be with you!

Elsa

Swedish / Akasha

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I dina djupbruna ögon ser jag inte livets frågor,
jag ser livets svar.

I din starka kropp ser jag inte bångstyrighet och envishet,
jag ser fokus, kärlek, tillgivenhet, hängivenhet, passion.

En passion knuten till livets kärna,
till naturens kärna,
till varandets kärna.

Till den kärna där instinkt och vetande är ett,
där vi inte kan göra annat än älska, dela, och samtidigt följa våra hjärtan.

Där vi lever vårat liv fullt ut,
där livslusten strålar och dess låga är outtröttlig, till och med när du sover.

I ditt varande finns en frid, en ro, ett vetande, en vishet,
en vishet som är, som låter vara,
dig själv.

Du är min guide.

Du är mitt hjärta.

Du är en del av min själ.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, December 2012