Grist for the Mill

This article is about how we change. Everyone is a “spiritual student” doing “spiritual work” because everyone is here and has to cope, one way or another, with life. The difference is that an aware person learns from their pain and they eventually create a happy life. An unaware person also has pain. However, as they do not know (or do not want to know) how to help themselves, they learn little or nothing from their pain. Thus their journey to happiness is long and indirect. The following article describes the process of going into painful emotions rather than running away from them or attempting to kill them with drugs or alcohol or any other means of temporary pain relief.

Spiritual Work

Many people wait until a crisis before they are willing to question their way of being in the world. However, as spiritual students, we have constant work in the moment-by-moment content of daily human life. We consistently practice the principles of healing and consciousness evolution. In many cases, this will prevent acute problems and crises from occurring. When they do occur, the healing process is already very familiar and so the stage of suffering is greatly reduced and, sometimes, completely eliminated. We can thus use all experiences of pain as grist for the mill of our spiritual development. Continue reading “Grist for the Mill”

Energy

One afternoon, I was walking to the cafe feeling somewhat glum. As I walked through the door, a woman caught my attention and I sat near her and her friend. She was probably in her late forties but easily looked ten years younger. She wore a simple grey T-shirt and comfortable jeans which, somehow, looked fantastic without trying. She had lovely posture and effortlessly sat upright in her chair. Her short, brown hair was cut in an unfussy, sassy hairstyle. She was slim but healthy and strong, almost, androgynous. She had no makeup on but her face was beautiful. It was not beautiful like a model. It was beautiful because everything was well proportioned and it radiated a sweet, natural innocence and, simultaneously, a calm, mature groundedness. Continue reading “Energy”

Silent Like Sleep – poem

You appear by my side,
silent like sleep.
Soft hair, a little wild.
No fear, gentle like a calm river.

I turn and catch your gaze,
before you have time to look away.
Your eyes are searching inside mine.
Perhaps, they are mine.

More than nakedness,
for there is no cover to take.
The fire in your eyes
is ringed with water; wide and cool.

We are far from the brutal place,
but you do not think so.
You take my hand
and disappear like you were never there,
except that I am now somewhere else.

From Love’s Longing

Love and Peace

Love has a tremendous power to heal. Usually, it is the only thing which can heal. Before we can recognize the invisible love of the Divine, most people will need to feel it through the love of another person. It may be the unconditional love of a mother or father. It may be the genuine love of a partner; that trusted person who holds a unique space in our heart. Continue reading “Love and Peace”

Heartache

The more we give from our heart, the bigger it becomes.

Much of our heartache in life comes not from other people but from our expectations of other people and what we feel they should bring into our lives. If our heartaches were truly caused by other people, we would have little power to heal our hurt. Healing would primarily be left to the passage of time and, even then, the big heartaches could easily be reignited. The often unrecognised factors which have brought about our heartache will be based on a myriad of beliefs ranging from reasonable to downright ridiculous. However, this makes no difference at all to the pain we feel because our pain is not coming from our mind but from our heart. It’s no point arguing with the heart. It doesn’t help to talk reason. The heart doesn’t even hear. It doesn’t know that language. It is instinctive – for good and bad. Whereas the mind will try and patiently think through the reasonableness of any situation, the heart is powerless to do so. The heart is all feeling and it flows from a great line of experiences and expectations both remembered and forgotten. Continue reading “Heartache”