‘Enchant me’ (song & video)

This is a truly magical time of year – not because of the inevitable lead up to Christmas, not because of the mad rushing around, not because of the frantic present buying, not because of all the fun, parties, reunions and celebrations – and not even because of all the pretty lights.

This is a magical time of year because there is no other time that invites us with such persuasion and integrity to enter the womb of darkness, to visit,  journey and to embrace all that is found there – raw and unveiled.

This is a magical time of year because despite the unknown, the unresolved, the shadows, we are never left without our inner flame, our eternally devoted candle to explore and be.

This is a magical time of year because we are fully invited to shed layers, skins, barks, to let go of what no longer serves us and see our beautifully divine, mystical and earthly nature.

This is a magical time of year because we are invited to be who we are – just that – nothing more… BUT nothing less…

This is a magical time of year because we are invited TO  BE the MAGIC that we ARE.

Here is my little contribution to this journey: ‘Enchant me’- my latest song and video.

“It’s gone midnight, in this lonesome town
No one around, not a single sound
There on the ground
Right on the paving stones
My very soul battles with my bones.
I said, ‘soul, don’t fall that low’
She said, ‘no no no, I’m here to rise those bones’.
I said, ‘what has death been so?’
She said, ‘no no no, life’s here to rattle those bones…’
Enchant me with your smile
Enchant me with your grace
Enchant me in style
Let my heart race…
Someone’s holding the light up there
Someone really cares
So rattle those bones ’til the night gets scared
Rattle those bones ’til there’s no weight bare…
Dance with me right through the night
Dance with me ’til you feel alright
Dance with mean in this wild light
Dance with me …
Enchant me with your smile
Enchant me with your grace
Enchant me in style
Make my heart race”

‘Hold The Space’ (Original song/video)

Being here is SHOWING UP.

Being here is a BIG YES to standing naked with dreams, visions, offerings  and also imperfections.

Being here is a CELEBRATION of all those “not quite right bits’; an ode to the scars, the wrinkles, the wonky, the crooked, the “not enough”, the “too much.” A welcoming, an allowing, an acceptance of ALL THAT IS.

Being here is the tear within the smile; the smile within the tear.

Being here is a DANCE to dreaming , believing, doing – and this, is spite of….

Being here is EMBRACING that very ‘ALL THAT IS’ – the magic, the beauty, the flow, the uncertainty, the change. A COMMUNION with ‘maybe’, with “perhaps’, with ‘I don’t know’.

Being here is a warm HUG to self, the universe and life itself.

Which one of your little imperfections will you welcome and love today? Which small daring step will you take in celebration of YOU and all that you are?

Here is mine today: Hold the Space (original song and video) 🍂🍃🍁

‘Fragile Beauty’ (original song/video)

Fragile Beauty – Natacha Dauphin

For all those who have blessed our lives and passed away. For all those who are dealing with loss and grief. In honour of life, always. Life here on earth – and life beyond, in other realms. Trust and gratitude for the sacred cycles of life.

“Footprints
In the snow
Once beautiful
Do go

Precious beauty
Came to me
Fragile beauty
Let it be

Delicate petals
Flowers grow
Ephemeral
Let them go

Precious beauty
Came to me
Fragile beauty
Let it be

Whisper my name
As softly as the rain
Kisses my tears
Never in vain

Butterfly wings
In majestic flow
Once conquering
Rest now – it is so

Precious beauty
Came to me
Fragile beauty
Let it be

Sacred body
With a magic glow
Once home to the soul
Ashes will now sow

Precious beauty
Came to me
Fragile beauty
Lifted me, lifted me, lifted me….”

Ecrire des mots pour soulager les maux

Ecrire.

Des drapeaux Tibétains, des prières s’envolant de “Wabun” sur la colline d’Aups, France.

Ecrire des mots pour soulager, transformer, soigner les maux.

Les horizons imperceptibles d’un ailleurs à la fois lointain et proche. Je m’agenouille pour mieux sentir la terre, pour mieux m’imprégner paisiblement de sa douceur, de sa force. Son appel insistant me pousse alors à m’allonger au creux de ses mains chaleureuses, au centre même de son cocon maternel. La Mère Terre, la Terre Mère – quelle majestueuse entité! Sans elle nous ne pouvons être.

Un silence pénétrant nourrit mon corps et mon esprit fatigués. Je ne suis autre que cet instant, que ce moment suspendu entre deux étoiles.

Les milliers de dialogues intérieurs et auparavant échangés s’évaporent avec la légèreté et l’évidence d’un présent libre.

Je suis ce que j’ai toujours été. Je suis ce que je n’ai jamais été. Au sein même de cette contradiction, de ce dilemme réside l’essence de mon être éternel et éphémère.

Je ferme les yeux. Je sens les émotions pénétrer la terre telles des gouttes de pluie tristes et joyeuses à la fois – libération d’un ciel lourd et renouveau d’une terre assoiffée et assouvie. Chaque ressenti effleure, embrasse et pénètre la terre avec humilité; puis y disparait sereinement.

La Mère Terre, elle, a appris à accueillir une émotion perdue, à lui rendre son intégrité, sa grâce en toute simplicité, sans questionnement ni jugement.

La mer et les reflets d’un autre monde, Bridlington, UK

Je respire profondément, sentant chaque millimètre de mon corps se donner à la terre, s’accorder petit à petit aux résonances et aux vibrations de l’univers – celles que l’on retrouve au plus profond de notre être, à l’épicentre de la terre tout comme à des milliers d’années lumière dans l’infinité des systèmes planétaires connus et inconnus.

Ma peau touche la terre sacrée. Nous sommes de nouveau un et même corps, une et même note.

A ce moment précis il n’y a de séparation entre l’esprit de la Terre et le mien, entre l’esprit de l’univers et le mien, entre l’esprit divin et le mien. Nous sommes UNE et même énergie.

The Mind is Just a Scared Bunny

It is absolutely OK to feel. It is absolutely OK to express. It is absolutely OK to share.

The heart wants nothing more than to open, feel and embrace. The mind on the other hand spends much of its time freaking out and strategically planning our unnecessary rescue.

With all due respect to this amazing creature which is the mind, it can often act like an overly protective parent who inadvertently hinders the confidence of their child by trying to save their baby from the world.

When there is real danger our most sophisticated programmes kick in – which to be honest is a blessing and often a life saver. But do we really need to deploy our attack and defence forces when we are sitting on a sofa? Creating a vision? Walking towards our dreams? Having a conversation? Sharing our heart? Honouring our creativity? It is a bit mad, if we think about it, isn’t it?

OK – making coffee is essential, right? But do we tend to leave the machine running day and night, making coffee whether we are in or out – just in case? Even the most caffeine addicted would not do that. Pushing the ON button is essential when we want that coffee. But then we switch it OFF. As human beings we need to learn to de-programme, to know how to switch that button from ON to OFF and we need to be disciplined about it. There is no other way.

So thank you mind for all you do. But 90% of the time there is no problem to solve and we do not need protecting or rescuing. Rest, sweet mind while we explore!

The mind is just a scared bunny…. It finds the light threatening. Perhaps it thinks we are going to disappear into the sun if we shine too bright.

Perhaps it believes we are going to be in danger if we allow, are and act from a place of centred heart energy. Perhaps it fears we will fall apart if we feel and live a life fuelled by intuition, love and abundance. We do not have to take on these distorted beliefs. Instead let’s go back to source and listen to the light and wisdom within.

Why is it that we human beings either shut down, suppress or judge and punish ourselves for feeling, sensing? How crazy is that – really – if you think about it…? What is, just is; isn’t it? I am not talking about blindly tolerating the atrocities which are going on in the world and on this planet but about really seeing, observing and being true to one’s inner landscape.

Shouldn’t our effort and energy be put into aligning ourselves with what is? Into becoming more aware and awake so that we are no longer the slaves of some delusional reality? So that instead of walking blind and fooling ourselves we really see and grow into the beautiful uniqueness that we have been given and are?

Retuning ourselves so that integrity is at the core of our actions; so that rather than letting a disguised need to fix our lack of self worth take the reigns and inevitably destroy our life and those of others, we step into our own power and dignity with love; so that flattery of the ego is not a road we would ever consider again.

So that inner peace can eventually reign over our demons.

With the blessings of the New Moon, may we surrender with grace, let go of what is no longer serving us and set some heart centred, soul fuelled intentions.

Namasté

Let’s All Dance… (+original song and video)

There is joy in each moment. There is sadness in each moment. There is peace in each moment. All is well. All is at it should be. There is no ounce of resignation in acceptance. Acceptance enables being, living, creating and knowing when to take action.

When we come back to our breath, fully, we enter the magic realm of gratitude for this very gift. All is well within THIS breath. No worry, no danger, no threat.

Writing, painting, singing, expressing are bridges, rainbows, means of acknowledging what is, what comes up and what needs to dance before it can rest. If emotions are energy in motion then let’s all dance in whatever way frees our being from the bondage of the mind.

Here I share with you ‘The Reign of the Night’ – because sometimes an experience and the feelings attached to it replay themselves over and over again until we are able to accept and let go…🍃

“I follow the thread of the story
But it goes backwards I’m so sorry
Wound
It makes you bleed
Each time I feed this hungry beast
A new seed gets buried too deep
That I can see,
Too clearly…”

Ode to Small Things

Window in the Rococo Gardens, Gloucestershire

So here you are… Neither here nor there… Sitting, slouching, wondering… Perhaps tired, perhaps daydreaming, perhaps caught in a loop of unresolved feelings…

None of your thoughts seem to go anywhere. They did begin somewhere though – somehow – but they end rapidly and abruptly at the edge of an unexpected cliff. A fall into nothingness; into the unknown.

And now this heaviness – perfect for your own personal army of gremlins to show up. Small ones, big ones, bossy ones, innocent ones, arrogant ones and just plain nasty ones. They rally together, claiming they know and that your dreams, visions, adventurous steps are ridiculous and doomed. They laugh at you, crush you as if you were a biscuit designed for the bottom layer of a cheese cake. Then, they cover you with tons of thick, sticky, distorted beliefs, doubts and fears. When the cake is finished and you are feeling utterly stuck and unable to breathe, unable to smile, unable to feel any ounce of joy, they walk away with the satisfaction of having accomplished their mission. You are safe now, they think. You will go nowhere. You will explore no more.

But the one thing they seem to forget over and over again is the wondrous and uncanny power of your inner light, your inner glow, your inner flame – always there, ready to shine, no matter what – no matter how long the wait.

The light always finds a way through the cracks.

This time, it is the smell of Coffee that brings you back into the room. The sip of this beautiful nectar calls you to reenter your body, whispers you to embrace the here and now. ‘Come home’, it says, ‘it is beautiful here.’

Simple things.

Time stops.

You journey back – through – over – catching a few of your abandoned dreams, hopes and visions on the way.

You made it. You are alive – sensing the intangible wonders of life once again.

For a moment you are blissfully saved.

For a moment you are completely safe.

Present.

Free.

Touched by grace.

Filled with gratitude.

For a moment you are the bee inside the flower.

 

 

An Uncanny Burst of Scented Stars

There is a sacred space in which time no longer exists as such, in which the flavour of eternity and unconscious memories dances with the perfume of today’s visions and dreams.

In this space: mirrors, reflections, light, darkness, ripples… creation. I will rest here for while….

Life is presence, movement, change and most of all mystery. No beginning, no end. An uncanny burst of scented stars.🌟

‘Dreams…’ is my second little homemade video. 🌿
Original song with Tibetan bowl, Indian tampura, cow bells, ankle bells and voice. 🦋 I recorded it sitting on the floor of the front room, singing and playing to the flame of a candle.❣️
Montage made with snippets taken on my walks in Yorkshire UK and some reflections in the river Ouse in York at night. 🦉

Where do your wonderings/wanderings take you?🌈

“Dreams of an Ancient Time
Dreams of an Ancient Land
Dreams of an AncientWound
Dreams…
I gaze through the window of my heart
It looks unto my soul
Such soft whispers
Such sweet whispers
Birthing the vision of a better world”

Silence in order to hear…

As human beings we are blessed with the ability to connect, interact, communicate and share with one another. We are also blessed with the precious gift of being able to stand and be on our own – which in itself is invaluable to the process of coming home and reconnecting with one’s essence, visions and dreams.

I love people, I love spending time with them but I also crave moments of solitude that allow me to become one with what is, that encourage me to seek deeper, to travel further into the mysteries of life, the unknown and the unexplored.

Renewing one’s commitment to dream, believe, live, create on a daily basis is essential to one’s path and being. In order to do so we need to give ourselves and each other space. Space to be, to allow, to heal, to welcome and to blossom.

Only then can we truly share.

One needs silence in order to hear, unconditional presence in order to fully incarnate and emptiness in order to create.

With this in heart and mind, here is my first song sharing:

With much love, always…

Poet of Life

So here I am, having set up this blog and writing my first post – knowing nothing about computers, having owned one for less than a year and usually writing with a felt pen, in a yummy, colourful notebook !!!

I woke up last Monday with the absolute certainty that I needed to start a blog and create a lush space to share with you and show the universe my commitment to walking and living an authentic, inspired and creative journey and life.

There is no right or wrong way when it comes to HONOURING YOUR CREATIVE FIRE.

Fragile Beauty – Well of Creation

The fear, the shame of mistakes and imperfections cannot win when one’s heart, soul and body are in agreement with celebrating the authentic you and the divine gifts of life and inspiration. This does not mean that the path is always easy; there will be inner battles, you will doubt, fall and sometimes feel completely empty. This will happen and it is OK.

I have no idea how I managed to set up this blog, apart from googling, finding helpful information and the sheer trust that there was no way out and that it just had to be done- for reasons beyond my conscious knowing! This is proof that anything is possible!!!

If there is one thing that seems to repeatedly prove itself true and essential, it is the importance of noticing and embracing these little flying moments of grace. These moments when your intuition catches onto something magical and dances with such enthusiasm and excitement that your whole being wakes up in ecstasy. This is what you should never ignore, never suppress and never allow anyone else to shoot down. If there is any part of you longing to allow your inner flame to grow and shine, this is what you should surrender to and commit to following even if you have no idea why or how – especially if your gremlins pop out and start their little chorus of ‘but, no, you can’t possibly, you’ll never…’ 😉 Just sing or scream louder!

Allow yourself to be a POET OF LIFE in whatever way your being hears this and chooses to express it. YOUR CREATIVE FIRE is ALWAYS there within you; even when it has gone silent and dim.

Know that, keep repeating it to yourself until you start believing it. Trust me, your creative fire NEVER leaves you. It is just waiting for you to take a step, however small this step might be.

Take it NOW.