ByGiora Carmi
All the drawings and paintings in the blog are thought forms. They are different forms of thoughts than those that we create with language. It is a different way to know and communicate. It is the language that we need for creation. If my art is created only from language-thoughts, it will be like repeating…
ByGiora Carmi
The flowers grow in all kinds of shapes The light in the flowers Is your light The light in all things Is your light Every little speck of dust Is a door The door is always open Come, go through it Come and meet us where you are. There is light in the white areas…
ByDebbi Robert
It’s difficult because the darkness, it clouds my eyes so often. Many times I can’t see past the pain. Many times I can’t feel past the hurt I’m addicted to the pain The pain of Love. I chase the hi, the extraordinary hi of Love. I’ve been chasing it my whole life. I’ve never felt…
ByCatherine Green
I joined the social network for A Chronic Voice earlier this year because I needed to find people who understand what life is like with chronic pain. Today I have written a post using the August link-up prompts, to show my experience of living with a chronic pain disorder. Click here to find other blog…
ByRobyn Harris
I came across a great blog post the other day by ‘The Flying Witch’, Gabriella Guglielminotti Trivel entitled Time for Wholeness. Ms Tivel’s blog carries the subheading ‘Flying with the feminine’ and in this particular article she writes about her experiences of going through perimenopause and needing to observe and honour the changes going on…
ByGiora Carmi
As you see The areas overlap And struggle with each other For control of the same space And what if they knew That the same space Is open and given to every one of them With no limitations All with love and joy and acceptance Be they as they want to be And the radiating…
ByRobyn Harris
How is your summer going? I hope you’re getting at least some sunshine, though the UK has been experiencing some very unseasonable weather this August! This can make such a difference to our mood and motivation levels, particularly when we’ve been holding on for our summer holidays and counting on warm sunshine, only to find…
ByGiora Carmi
The big stones That were uprooted That were torn away From their heavy comfort The loose stones That everybody fears Know already Even as they slowly turn And are about to fall With a thump The peace That will be here next. The tree and the stones Are closer to my eyes That are in…
ByGiora Carmi
I thought these lines would be the skeleton, to which I’d add pencil lines of many details. But it looked finished and full of mystery. If I saw a big painting like this in a museum, I’d be very enthusiastic. I’d stop, breathless, right there and take a picture, write the painter’s name, add the…
ByGiora Carmi
You can probably tell From my vibes I see the reality in my dream Collapsing And there is something interesting About the space that opens Maybe you can see that too It feels alive Maybe more alive than it usually was It almost has a face And you can feel it You can almost touch…
ByGiora Carmi
My father lived at the top On the right This is after he died I came to live on the rocks Where you can see the lake I sit on a bench The evening comes like love I let myself feel the evening On my skin Trees and stones look with me Quietly With not…
ByRobyn Harris
I was recently having a discussion with a small group of friends and the term ‘self-compassion’ came up. One member of the group was unfamiliar with this word which made me wonder how many others are in the same situation? It’s a fairly self-explanatory concept, and one that’s very common in my field of work,…