To blog or not to blog?

To blog or not to blog? That is the question. But, and this is a big but, what is the answer? I remember starting a blog many years ago when blogging first became a ‘thing’. Another something that I could try my hand at. I think it was on a platform called blogspot. Does blogspot still even exist? It was a short-lived experience as I got bored pretty quickly and lost interest. Though in reality I most likely had many other things on the go back then (to be honest not much has changed on that score). It was one of those things I started but failed to finish or more aptly failed to continue for one reason or another that for the life of me I cannot recall at this time. It may come back to me but more likely it will not. I probably jumped on the bandwagon because it sounded new and exciting. In fact I think I only wrote and published one or two posts before deleting it all into virtual oblivion. Perhaps I stopped because I felt as though I had nothing worth writing  about, and little to say on anything in particular. I have raised this question after having read an interesting post titled ‘It’s 2020. Is Blogging Still Worth It?’ by Christian Mihai, The Art of Blogging which made me ponder my question ‘To blog or not to blog?’

I ask myself why am I blogging or trying to blog? What am I trying to do here? I have actually published 115 posts which is a lot by some peoples standards and a piddling amount compared to others. Posts which are a mishmash (is that a real word?) of content, from poems to photos, memoirs, snippets of unfinished stories, and musings or moanings on this wonderful, glorious thing that is life. Of course, I should perhaps not compare what I do, to what others do, but actually, of course  I do. I’d be lying if I said I did n’t! By looking at the work of others, does not one find inspiration to try harder, to become better, to write more, and to become more proficient in the art of blogging, and maybe at some stage write something to be truly proud of and that may in some way change someone’s life for the better.

I would like to say I have found my niche but this eclectic personality of mine has this tendency to get in the way more often than not. I wonder whether I will ever just settle to specialise in something specific? I have always been this way. It’s like I have this issue about being pigeon-holed in any way, shape or form, and yet the reality is that I would like to stop being a Jack of all trades, and become Master of one. However, I do not see how that is possible when I flit from one thing to another, and for the most part enjoy the variety, the diversity, the colours that come from changing my tune and dancing a different dance.

So getting back to my question of ‘To blog or not to blog? I think for now I shall attempt to keep this ‘thing’ this ‘space’ in the blogosphere going for the time being. I am so grateful for all the interaction and engagement from those who have stopped by here. Time is so precious and for someone to read something I have written is a wonderful gift.

Thank you so much!

Blessed be!

Liola

© Liola Lee 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imbolc (re-post)

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!

© Liola Lee 2019

I thought to re-post this as the United Kingdom looks to the future. A time for New Beginnings.

Deep in thought in 1999 (a re-post)

The millennium was drawing to a close and so many people were thinking about what it might mean to themselves and the world. It was in the days before Facebook and Social Networking which has pretty much taken over our lives to one degree or another. It was I think before the Global Summits, though correct me if I am wrong here.  As you will see, I really was going through a period of deep thought. Even the ‘type/lettering used’ suggests a mind and imagination working overtime. I first posted this in 2006 I think  on  blogspot I think (a blog I did for a truly brief time and then deleted). This was the year I think when FB was in its infancy. It’s been quite cathartic reading through some of my old writings and seeing how my thought processes were working back then. It’s pretty heavy duty stuff but hopefully it will give you ‘food for thought’.  This is how I felt back in 1999. My thoughts ran deep, in fact they often ran all over the place with nowhere to go.  Nothing much has changed on that score! I feel  the transition from one age to the other is still taking place  but truly believe that the World will one day be a better place for those who come after us if we become better caretakers. Already people, ordinary people are trying to live life more in harmony with the Earth.  Please note that I use the term God but I am not overtly religious so this could just as easily be substituted with Universe/Creator or whatever resonates with you. We can all make a difference if we try.  So here it is.*

‘ How soon the ‘Piscean Twilight’ sees the Sun set in all his splendour like an Orange Moon welcoming the wave of change. As the tide turns, an Aquarian vessel greets the golden glow of the New Dawn; the Dawn of the ‘Age of Aquarius’. A poetic picture maybe? Perhaps an image impressed and some might say stored in the collective unconscious of a world waiting for the ‘New Day’. A chapter waiting to be read for the past two thousand years.

As the Century, and more poignantly the millennium ends countless questions emerge as to the significance of the move from one sign into another. What exactly does all this mean? What, if anything will be different? Will we wake up on 1st January 2000 regenerated and reprogrammed ready to revel in the wonders of our wonderful world? Shall we see an end to starvation, famine, poverty, violence and war? ‘

This next bit seems very negative but do please read on, it is n’t all bad. Also, if at any point I offend anyone or say something that someone knows not to be true, please accept my apologies as no harm is meant and by all means comment. Remember that this was simply, how I felt prior to the end of one millennium and the beginning of the next.

Regrettably none of these terrible things will cease in an instant. If only that were possible. It has been said that God in all his glory created Man in his own image. Man then created a monster. Man’s Frankenstein was himself. He wanted the unobtainable. He craved power and profit and was determined to acquire his desires at no thought to the cost. Man’s lack of due care and attention was sending him in a spiral down towards his own demise. This was no spiral dance but spiral suicide.

We are continually bombarded with the ‘millennium Bug’ and all it’s implications to industry and commerce. Vast amounts of hard currency have been invested in developing the technology to terminate the expected virus.Could this computerised germ be the plague referred to by Nostra Damus in some of his quatrains? Will we witness a global shut down.

There is a mass movement in the making. Global gatherings united by a multilateral commonality to steer the World clear of self-destruction. Teachers appear in all guises and teach those who are open to learn. Sometimes we miss the lesson at first but remember something later. Prosperity begins in the mind. A single thought as a drop in the Ocean, knowing no boundaries in a measureless sea of Soular energy. 

We have travelled further in terms of advances made in the fields of science, transport and information technology, during the past two hundred years than the rest of the millennium put together. Arrogance clouds man’s vision and highlights his lack of humility. He has manhandled the mastery of his world and at times it seems he has lost touch with the state of being human. He has created a computerised cage in a virtual reality zone. His paranoia over a power cut magnifies the plethora of technology to which he has become enslaved. Manacled to the machinations of microchip technology, and bound by the binary code his blinkered vision narrows his horizons, reducing the realms of possibility, imprisoning individual expression and independent thought. Should the millennium Bug come to fruition it may serve to remind us that what has heart has meaning

Astrologically, Aquarius is symbolised by the Water carrier. Water is our sustenance and our substance. Without it we would die. To carry the water we require a vessel. Our vessel is Earth. Our survival and nourishment is dependent upon a clean supply. To maintain its purity we need fresh air devoid of pollutants that travel from place to place through the air. In Alchemy and other ancient arts Air is symbolised by the intellect, sometimes referred to as ‘ the breath of God ‘. The planet associated with Aquarius is Uranus. Myth states that Uranus was born of Earth. The incestuous mating between Uranus and Earth gave form to all living things. Uranus was castrated following a rebellion mounted against him by Saturn….

Saturn reminds us of our limitations and restrictions. Saturn is also known as Father Time, a constant reminder of the boundaries that surround us. Saturn is linked to the number six and Saturday, the sixth day of the week. The Old Testament says that God created the World in six days and rested on the seventh and then there is the Big bang theory that tells how the World as we know it was created out of the Chaos and darkness that reigned. 

Uranus represents change, disruption and shock not to mention excessive behaviour and possible nervous breakdown. The parallels of Man’s existence and that of his universe and maybe that of many individuals, myself include cannot be dismissed as pure coincidence. Can they? Advances in modern medicine, education and science have all contributed whether for good or bad, right or wrong to the infrastructure of modern society. Yet despite all our ‘mod cons’ and intricate state of the art devices we have imprisoned ourselves within a glass tower.

In our haste to progress and move forward we have lost sight of our roots. We are at odds with Nature. No longer working with her but foolishly attempting to harness those Earthborne energies with a view to controlling that which cannot be contained. In severing the umbilical cord our once inherent gifts and innate senses are no longer instinctual but infinitely impaired. We dismiss our sixth sense as nonsense and deny that gut feeling. We mistrust our intuition only later to discover that our initial reaction was right.

Where does this leave us? A vessel robbed ruthlessly of her riches and resources, steered by careless captains with carrion crews. What lies ahead? ‘ Apocalypse Now ‘ or ‘ Paradise Lost ‘. It is not too late to learn the lessons set. We are and always have been surrounded by symbols, images and signals to guide, warn and help us. By opening our eyes and listening attentively, by being prepared to delve beneath the surface we may find ourselves privy to information that may help us to help ourselves. The doors to perception are ours to open.

Some 75% of our brain lays dormant for much of the time. The possibilities of the human brain are enormous. Perhaps with practice we could tap into some of that unused space. I believe that there is an ancient wisdom locked away merely by the confines and limitations of our own imaginations. We have heard suggestions of hidden knowledge. The keys to unlock the mystery of life are all around. Historical characters including Leonardo da Vinci, Nostra Damus, Jesus of Nazareth, Des Cartes, Milton to name just a few all had ideas that seemed out of place in their world but they believed in something more than that which they could see. 

World leaders playing at politics is a play for power. People friendly it is not. As for promoting Peace it seems that those in charge first examine the stakes and place bets as to where lies the biggest profit. Sincerity and integrity are qualities sadly lacking in those purporting to be the people’s choice. The universal lesson of Cause and Effect shall be learnt. We shall reap what we sow and we shall get out what we put in. To get the best out of the World we must put our best into the World. Destruction or Enlightenment? Our world is and will be of our own making. The way ahead is written in the past and Ancient Wisdom will light the way in accordance with the laws of the Universe.

Change charges us with the task of reminding ourselves who we are. The truth will set you free to discover the mysteries of life and attain a higher state of consciousness that transcends what has gone before. The Aquarian influence will give us confidence in our quest.

© Liola Lee 1999

* The first section was written in 2018 as an introduction to the piece that follows which was written in 1999. I know I posted it on Blogspot around 2006 on a blog I wrote briefly back then, and then gave up soon after (imagine where I might be now if I had persevered with that blog, maybe).The reason I am reposting it, is that I have decided to re-read a book titled ‘The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield. I only bought and read this book around the 2006 mark, so I had no knowledge of the contents of the book. That said, having just read the first chapter I was reminded of this piece I wrote. It has further reminded me that everything happens for a reason and that there are no coincidences. It may or may not make any sense to you but then for some it may strike a chord, maybe.

(The image was captured in Porthcurno, Cornwall in May 2018)

The Pendulum Swings

Life throws or rather hurls a hefty spanner in the works every now and then!  Wakes us up with a short sharp shock, a slap in the face, taking the wind out of our sails, knocking us off our feet and bringing us down to earth with a big almighty crash, bang, wallop! But then let’s face it, that’s life! Is n’t it?

If life never threw any challenges our way, how would we become stronger?

Ups and downs, ins and outs, advances, retreats, war and peace, love and hate, action, reaction. The list goes on but what seems to become apparent maybe,  is that it is a bit like a pendulum. If it swings to the right it must, by the law of motion,  also swing equally to the left.  There has to be balance.

Without darkness there would be no light. They are the same yet different, only by degrees. I think what I am trying to say in a roundabout and rather clumsy way is that by finding our way through the darkness we eventually find the light. The tunnel is dark but there is light at the end of it, if we just keep going and trust our inner compass, we will come out of the darkness once more.

Life is beautiful! Frustrating at times! Many times! Absolutely! Heartbreaking sometimes too! More than sometimes even! However, on  the whole, this breathing living life is a beautiful thing in the grand scheme of things because we get to live it, work it, play it as we see fit. We make mistakes, most likely lots of mistakes if you’re anything like me. We learn lessons or maybe sometimes we learn lessons if we are ready to.

I am sure it is about the journey because I am pretty certain that we all return to the same place when the time is right, and that time is different for each of us. Perhaps some of us learn our lessons, give our gifts, and make our music sooner than others.

Anyway, I am not trying to be depressing or anything. So, I apologise if the tone says different. I have just been thinking a lot about the whys and wherefores of the life we are given or perhaps these are the lives/incarnations we have chosen this time round.

This is thinking on a deep level but sometimes writing things down helps to clear the head and work things through!

Not been on here much just lately. The sad news before Christmas about my beautiful nephew sort of marred the incoming year and left me a bit speechless/ wordless. My enthusiasm waned somewhat, and I have found it hard to pick up the thread and write much of any real consequence.  I have found myself questioning all manner of things?

Life does go on!

Life and death are two sides of the same coin. I sadly lost my nephew, and then on 10th January 2020 my beautiful new granddaughter entered the world. Caitlin Liola Lee was born.   I wish her all the best in life, and hope she finds much luck, love and laughter along the way!

Blessed be!

Liola

© Liola Lee 2019

 

 

Nothing changes, if nothing changes

Nothing changes, if nothing changes.

Sometimes you get to a point where you just know without any shadow of a doubt that things have got to change. You are in limbo, stuck in a rut and feel as though you are not getting anywhere. It’s not that things are bad but they are not that good either. What I am trying to say, albeit in a rather clumsy manner is that unless we take action, life can become pretty mediocre and stay that way if we do not do something to change it.

Why settle for less? When you know deep within that you can do anything, be anything and achieve anything if you just change your mindset. The mind is a powerful tool that can act for us or against us. It’s up to us to tap into that power now, and open up the field of potentiality where anything is possible.

The image here is of an Orange Dragonfly. The Dragonfly symbolises change, transformation, adaptability and self-realisation. This is mental and emotional change on a deep level. The colour Orange symbolises many positive things such as warmth, joy, creativity and success among other things.

The only obstacle that stands in our way is usually ourselves. So with all that in mind, I say to you look deep within, change your mindset and become the best version of you possible. Those changes that you want to see may not happen overnight but just taking small steps each day towards your dreams and goals will start you moving in the right direction.

Wishing you all a great week!

Blessed be!

Liola

© Liola Lee 2019