Beach Inspiration: Taking a Moment to Tune In

BeachI went back to my beach this weekend. The one where the words drop into my head from another time and place. Inspirations falling like a heavy rain.

It seems really appropriate that when I walk by the water I feel the swell of emotions within me. The sea has always brought that to me. Of course the tradition is that water represents the flow of emotions. So being able to walk near the water’s edge can bring me very close to my own feelings. I am grateful that I have a beach to visit when I need to deal with the ebb and flow of my feelings. A way to let the water wash away the low vibrations I have accumulated since my last trip to the sea. When I feel I am clear of those energies I also find that my mind is full of new words. Forming behind my eyes are poems or pieces that inspire me to consider more deeply than I sometimes do. Consider that nature and purpose of feelings.

For me to think about my feelings with gratitude. Even the feelings I struggle with the most. I know that is the power of the sea for me. So the beach represents solid ground I can stand on whilst I open myself up to inspiration. I accept that the thoughts may come from my Spirit self. Or they may come from my Guides. My thoughts may also be the thoughts of others carried to me by the waves as a comfort, reminder or prompt. I love to let them emerge into my every day mind. Purple strands of thoughts amongst my green, blue and pink ones. I write them down to capture them before they fade away. Little wavelets being drawn back into a bigger ocean. That way I can savour them both at the time and later. Because inspiration can fade.

Many times I’ve forgotten a notebook or pen. Rushing away to get one I have felt the ideas drain back to join the sea like the water does through the sand. The beach has reclaimed the water’s secrets. But I have practiced remembering something to write with. And the sea has rewarded me with more inspirations during my time on the beach.

I am grateful for these words this weekend:

Sea wrack as tide turns back
Shells along the shore
Ancient bones as sea moans
Waiting, wanting more
Life’s gift a calm sea
Sailing onward eternally
Life is a stormy path
Through dark skies
To the shore of death
Resting in each shell
New life begins
In sea’s roar and tumbling foam
Sun rise, sun set all the same
Is this life merely a game?

Take time to visit a place of water and let your inspirations in 💜

Day 727 of my blogging chllenge

Poetry brings peace

imageOne of the things that I do is write poetry. It’s something I’ve done for as long as I can remember. I love words (I get to use them a lot, lol) and, before my writers block, enjoyed filling notebooks with poems, song lyrics, stories and reflections. Writing things down has also been my way of moving stuck feelings out of my system. There is something freeing in letting the words describe how I feel then letting the written page go. I’m not surprised that my Guides work with me through writing as well as speaking. Or that they keep encouraging me to write, write, write.

I don’t often share my poetry. I’m not sure why. So for my blog today I want to post some of the pieces that brought me peace when I wrote them. They helped me to express feelings I needed to acknowledge and they inspired me to keep moving forward. I have no idea if the poetry is ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and really don’t care. They are here to encourage you to write too. Whatever you are feeling help yourself to get it out of your system by writing it down. If you find you can’t express what you want to say find a piece of poetry that says it for you. Keep that poem with you, read it out loud as many times as it takes and let your feelings flow. Find the peace that comes from knowing how you feel, being OK to express it and moving on when that feeling has passed.

Written in August 2008 this is a piece about my Mum that was written as I headed towards the first anniversary of my Dad’s death. He had loved her so much & couldn’t wait to go to her in the Spirit World.

At times with Mum I was so cross

Not realising the scale of loss

Of one who’s love was ever clear

Though having me cost her dear.

Now I myself become a mother

I realise something about the other,

Who held me close and dried my tears

was there to deal with all my fears.

She wasn’t perfect, far from it,

But never faltered, not a bit,

In giving me the best of care

And always trying to be there.

Niw she rests in a higher place

And how I miss her dear face.

But I am strong and I can see

Because of what she gave to me

She made her kiss something I can bear

Until at last I join her there.

This is one I wrote about my daughter in March 2007 when I was learning about our past lives together.

A smile. A giggle.

A laughing eye.

How the world looks when a child is nigh.

A tear. A frown.

A moment feeling down.

Little Miss Sunshine. Little Miss Showers.

These are the ways we pass the hours.

A part of me but Spirit transcending

Our time on Earth is always ending.

Joy, delight, a choice made

A soul returning, a debt repaid.

A shining light to guide the way,

A warm cuddle on a rainy day.

Before life began

We chose each other

And I am blessed to be your mother.

If I have inspired you to write something – a poem, a few words or more – please share it in the comments. I would be delighted to read your reflections.
Day 96 of my blogging challenge.