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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

A Street Cat Named Bob

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Ok, I never thought I´d write about books on this blog – but hey, you should never think “never”, right!?
And why not, there are so many great books out there, plus I really feel we should be sharing the great things around us instead of just listening to the glooming news on the TV, radio and online.

So, here´s a book for everyone out there – cat lovers, animal lovers in general and anyone who just loves to read a good book.

A Street Cat Named Bob is about, and written by, James Bowen. He lets us into his life on as well as just off the streets. Something most of us would never get to read about, as who would ever have thought about pitching a book about that subject?

James says more than once that Bob saved his life, and when you read the book you realize that it was not only Bob who saved James – it was the other way around as well.

What I love most about this book is the genuine connection between animal and human, pictured in day to day life, in a much harsher day to day life than most of us are used to or could imagine – and you feel the connection, the strengthening of the bond in every word, on every page.

It is just a really, really good read and so, so genuine (yes, I know I have used that word twice now, it really is the word describing this book the strongest way – genuine, genuine, genuine). It teaches us to live with gratitude and the importance of bonding with our teachers the animals, what they can teach us and how they can guide us to change into the best people we can possibly be.

Thank you James, and thank you Bob for letting us into your lives and sharing your wisdom!

Akasha

Akasha

A tribute to my dear Akasha, without whom I would not be on this journey of discovery, change and adjustment. ;

Looking into your deep brown eyes, I don’t see the questions of life,
I see the answers.

Observing your strong body, I don’t see reluctance and stubbornness,
I see focus, love, devotion, dedication and passion.

A passion tied to the core of life,
the core of nature,
the core of Being.

To the core where instinct and knowing are one and the same,
where we cannot do anything but love, share and follow our hearts.

Where we live life to the fullest,
where the spark of life glows and it’s flame is undefeatable, even when you are sleeping.

In your Being there is a peace, a union, a knowing, a wisdom.
A wisdom which just is, which allows for that to be
what already is.

You are my guide.

You are my heart.

You are my innermost core.

You are a part of my soul, my essence, my Being.

What is my souls journey?

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In our Writer’s Circle today, Niamh gave us the theme “What is my souls journey”, which we wrote while the shamanic journey drum was playing in the background for 15 minutes.
We were all in awe of what our pens brought out, and if it had not been for the feedback and direct interpretation of my dear writing friends Jo, Kathy and Niamh I would still be a “sitting question mark”.

Drumming heartbeat, taking me away,
Shimmering, vague, strong and eerie at the same time.
Where are we going, where are we going?

To your deep destination, deep within.

White wolves and white wizards.

We are all journeying together.

It is denser, more tangible, yet strangely see through.
Magic.
Lots of outside “noises”; phones going off, dogs fighting cars
– They are here but yet not here.

We are on the other side of the veil.

There we go again…
…travelling on a soft, sheer, white piece of silk.
Journeying further away, but still here.

White wolves and white wizards.

Stars on a bright dark sky.

Time to save the planet, to save the cold.

Snow glimmering in the night,
harsh, frozen crystals like stars on the forest floor.
Feet gliding above the snow.
Stars brighter, sky more velvety black.

The message is breathed out through steamy voices;

go, go, go,
flow, flow, flow,
let flow do, do, do.

Sit in your own stillness, coolness,
like the white wizard.
Roam the snowy fields and the barren lands
like the white wolf.
Move among people
like the blue wizard, the grey wolf.

Observe, communicate, transform.

The veil will get thinner,
white will meet grey.

There is song there,
creation, celebration, mysticism and reality.

Through the cold from the north comes a new birth.
Icy waters from glacial places, cleansing.

Bring out the light, the creativity.
Share it.

White wizard, white wolf are here to not retreat
but to merge.

Icy waters wash in the spring.
Slow spring,
flowers breaking the cracks in the granite wide open.
birthing towards the sun.

Feel the sun warm the grey,
the granite, the city,
the smog, the dirty waters.

Blue wizards bring green.
Green brings clarity, cleanliness,
new.

High waves washing the shores,
washing the mind.
New white Earth springing from the ocean.

Deer roaming wild, poets living their mind,
white flowers, old people, smiling children.
Blue, light blue cities.
Dawning light.

Expectation. No fear,
just curiosity and joy.

What is to come, what is to come….?

Cecilia Gotherstrom, July 2012