Words To Find
Pen in hand,
A room in a house,
In no-man’s land.
Thoughts to mind,
Pen to paper,
Words to find.
There’s food in the cupboard,
Even more in the drawer;
There’s stock in abundance:
Write notes, score.
Letters flying around in my head,
Lines left unsaid.
Ideas I now beckon,
Forth from the depths:
Unchained loose kept.
The way now is open,
Quite tidy, quite clear:
March onward and forward,
Success, sweet and sincere.
© Liola Lee 2007
I am having somewhat of a Writer’s block just now. The words are just not there or rather they have gone quiet on me. Does that resonate with anyone? I am sure they will return when they are good and ready but for now I shall share some of what I have seen. The picture here is the tail of a Humpback Whale swimming off the coast of Waikiki, Hawaii. I have been lucky enough to visit the Hawaiian Islands a few times over the years, and have to say going out to see the Humpbacks is a wonderful experience! These mammoth creatures of the oceans swim to these warmer waters to mate, and to give birth to the next generation. I read today that Whales are associated with solitude and compassion, and also to unbridled creativity. It is said that the exhalation from the blowhole symbolises the release or freeing of one’s own creative energies. I thought therefore that looking at my image, and remembering my encounters with these beautiful beings, my creativity may somehow be awakened once more so that my thoughts may flow freely once more. Just for the record it was not easy for me to capture the image, as I have no sea legs as it were and was therefore pleased with the capture. Hope you like the image as much as I do.
(Image captured by Liola Photographic 2016)
© Liola Lee 2019
Let me introduce you to my beautiful horse River seen here in the picture.
First of all, I apologise for not being on here much lately but life has been busy, and most of my time has been taken up looking after my lovely spotty horse!
On Christmas Eve River had an acute episode of Colic, which turned out to be Sand Colic which is pretty rare here in the UK. For those of you who are not involved with Equines, Colic in horses can be fatal. River underwent surgery on Christmas Eve (this was not his first surgery as he had undergone exploratory surgery in the Spring of 2017). I always said I would never put him through it again but on Christmas Eve I was told by the Vet it is surgery or he would die. Surgery was his only chance so I took it. My brave horse walked out of surgery for the second time, albeit for a different problem.
It is early days yet but the prognosis is good. He is pretty spooky at the moment but that is to be expected, as he feels weak and vulnerable. That said, River is truly special. He is my own War Horse, a real Warrior and he is not ready to leave this world just yet.
I feel truly blessed to still have him! He always makes me feel better! Spending time around horses is a wonderful therapy, and so healing!
River is still on box rest, and will be until the end of the month. All being well he will be able to go out in the field in March. I will keep you posted on his progress.
The image here is one I captured in the Summer of 2017.
© Liola Lee 2019
Last night I had the strangest of dreams! There was a pregnant man. Yes, I said a pregnant man. How can that be you may well ask. From what I understand, to dream of pregnancy within a dream is about giving birth to new ideas/projects and the like and not babies as in the real world. That said, I told my husband of my dream as I always do. He always listens, never really comments, and just accepts that I often have weird abstract dreams which I tell him about upon waking. He is used to it, and has listened to me telling him what I dreamed of for the best part of thirty five years. So nothing new there then!
Today is Imbolc in the Celtic Calendar, Candlemas in the Christian Calendar, also known as St Bridget’s Day. I knew this and knew a little about this. In the Celtic tradition, Imbolc marks the beginning of Spring , though with all this snow and freezing conditions, it does not feel much like Spring. It is, it seems the beginning of the lambing season, and there is the hint of new life in the making. Strangely, the original word Imbolc means ‘in the belly’ and that all is expectant and pregnant. There is the promise of renewal, potential that is hidden, and the life force is awakening. As I read about Imbolc, and thought about my dream it seemed that maybe I am being given a message of some sort, maybe?
Imbolc is a time for letting go of the past, looking to the future, getting rid of what no longer serves us; clearing out the old and making room for the new. A time of new beginnings. Brigid/Bridget is a Goddess of healing, poetry and smith craft. I have recently re-embarked on my journey in Pranic Healing, been revisiting my love of poetry, and my mum’s maiden name is Smyth (my mum is Irish and therefore I have Celtic roots). I come from a farming family on my Mum’s side, and my great grandfather was a Farrier/Blacksmith. As I do not believe in coincidences, I am sure my dreams were sending me messages that the time is right for bringing in a new way of being. I believe in dreams, I believe in magic!
I wish you all a wonderful Imbolc/Candlemas and hope that what you dream for comes true, and that you may find magic in all that you do!