Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Music and Connecting

Music has an infinite capacity to move us, to tears as well as to joy. Connecting with others to create something stimulates hope, strengthening a belief in our ability to affect the world around us: it's easier and more things are possible when we work together.

So connecting to make music is one of the most fundamental, soul-enhancing, life-affirming activities we have available. My lack of natural ability in this area is an occasional source of disappointment to me, but I love seeing others doing it (and I have a little plan hatching which may change my relationship to music, too).

Playing For Change are an inspiration. They've brought together artists from all around the world. Now they are building music schools. Just listening to their music and watching their videos is a joy-generating experience, which is why I'm offering one of my favourites here, and I've created a music page to present more.

Enjoy!



Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Magic



Now I understand why I cried so much as a teenager: I mourned the terrible loss of my belief in a deep magic inherent in life.

I didn't know it, but I was letting go, under a constant bombardment from the prevailing world view, of my connection to everything else.  To the wild things, to my inner self, to the magic of infinite possibilities.

I'm so very happy to have found it again.

I got here, step by tiny step, by beginning to entertain the notion first that I could overcome my limiting beliefs, then that I could change my circumstances.  As it turned out, the one followed on from the other.

One of the major landmarks along the road is when you give yourself permission to please yourself - not to the detriment of others, but in a self-nurturing way.  Prepare to think differently to everyone else.  Learn to ask yourself what you really want and "follow your excitement".  Life takes on new flavours, new colours, scents, sensualities, all run through with eagerness and joy.

I followed my excitement to study biology with the Open University.  So fascinating, so amazing, the extent of the activity in each tiny cell of my body, at a speed that defies comprehension.  Learning the science of life hasn't lessened my awe in the mystery, it's heightened it.


Three books which have helped renew my belief in magic* - a sort of marriage of science and mystery - are:

The Biology of Belief: Unleashing the Power of Consciousness, Matter & Miracles (UK) - how our beliefs shape our biology, right down to the cellular level. You don't need any knowledge of biology or science to read it, it's really easy to read and explained very well.

Biology of Belief - US

Biocentrism(UK) - the notion that everything (yes, everything) exists because life exists, not the other way around.  A bit of a mind bender, again beautifully written.

Biocentrism - US

Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge(UK) - joining the dots between shamanic experiences and modern science. I defy any biologist to read this and remain closed to the concept that we are so much more than co-ordinated chemical reactions.

The Cosmic Serpent - US



*By magic I mean, that there is still a deep and beautiful mystery to life, the universe and everything; that so much more is possible than we have been led to believe by the rigid lines of this current collapsing paradigm.  One day these inexplicable phenomena will have everyday names and they won't be thought of as magic at all, because it will be totally accepted as normal!  I suspect, though, that there will always be some deeper mystery to go on chasing.  Hope so.  Let's keep it juicy.


Wednesday, 29 September 2010

I am a Woman Healing Myself

This is an excerpt from "I am a Woman Finding My Voice", my new favourite beautiful book, by Janet F Quinn. Each short section tackles an area of life like "Believing in Myself" or "Allowing Others to Be Right" or "Having a Daring Adventure". The language is gorgeous, urging self-acceptance while motivating gentle self-improvement.


Janet writes:

The word heal comes from the Anglo-Saxon haelan, which means to be or to become whole. To be a woman healing myself is to be a woman becoming whole; giving myself the time and the space I need for the journey. No one grows up without wounds - emotional wounds; spiritual wounds; psychological wounds. I may want to forget how I have been hurt, bury it and just move on, but sometimes my wounds keep me from becoming all that I want to be, and so I need to pay attention to them. 
[…] 
Healing is discovering all the secret places inside of me, especially the ones I feel ashamed of or frightened by, and befriending them. Healing is the process I am engaged in and not a specific outcome. I fill my life with people and things that nourish and feed me and I try to avoid anything that is not healing for me and anyone who does violence to my unfolding. I do not know what the outcome of this process will be, what my healing will look like, or feel like, even to myself, because healing is always creative. Yet I have come to trust that, no matter what it looks like, feels like, or sounds like, no matter how long it is taking, or how foreign the territory, I am a woman healing myself

Janet F Quinn


I came across Janet Quinn on the Shift In Action website, a treasure house of interviews with fascinating individuals. You can listen online or download the recording, or read the transcript. "The Way of the Healer: You are the medicine and you are enough" is a great introduction to Janet's philosophy and wealth of practical experience.

She also has a website: Haelan Works

and her book is available from Amazon

in the UK: I Am a Woman Finding My Voice: Celebrating the Extraordinary Blessings of Being a Woman

and in the US via Janet's website.


Friday, 24 September 2010

Inspirational women

I have spent a wonderfully cloistered summer in my little flat, listening to some incredibly inspiring women.  I am profoundly grateful to Katherine Woodward Thomas and Claire Zammit for their Women on the Edge of Evolution teleseminar series.

Katherine Woodward Thomas
Claire Zammit






They're based in the US but people can dial in from anywhere in the world, or download the recorded conversations afterwards.  That's what I do, as I live in the UK.  I listen to them when I'm driving, or washing up, or when I just want to make myself relax for a while.




Two favourite new heroines for me are Diane Hamilton, who expresses a delicious feminine strength and loving acceptance, and Barbara Marx Hubbard, a leading light on conscious evolution with a fabulous sense of humour and extraordinary vitality at eighty.



Diane Hamilton
Barbara Marx Hubbard

There are many, many more marvellous women in conversation with Katherine and Claire.  By sharing their stories with us, they're demonstrating that we can all step into a new way of being.  Rather than feeling trapped, frustrated and helpless, by nurturing ourselves first and then operating from a position of inner strength, we can begin a joyful engagement with our modern problems.  They're demonstrating just how much demand there is now for feminine strength, feminine ways of thinking, even nurturing ways of doing business.  They're demonstrating that by stepping into her beautiful individuality, a woman is capable of incredible things. They're saying: "I am you.  Any of us can do this.  Start with a new kind of special care for yourself."  I feel very much more optimistic about the next few years for people and planet since I've been listening to these dialogues.

They're also saying: "We are the ones we've been waiting for."  That's exciting!

Women on the Edge of Evolution is easy to register for and it's totally free.



Thursday, 8 July 2010

Bon Voyage!

IMAGINE you're going to go on a 6000 mile journey. You'll be away for eight months. You'll be on the move most of the time.

What preparations will you make? What will you take?


I know I'd want to find out a lot about where I was going. About the terrain; the climate; will they have Costa Coffee? At the very least I'd want a map. But a good satellite navigation system would be better.


Well, if you're a bird, there's not a lot by way of preparation you can do, except to eat well and keep those wing muscles exercised. There's no way for you to do any research. There's nothing you can take. You just have to trust that your inbuilt sat nav is going to get you to where you need to be - and back - at the right time.


5 billion small songbirds - from swallows to willow warblers - engage in an exodus from Europe into Africa each Autumn. Tagging with leg rings has told us something about their movements in Europe, but where they go in Africa is still largely a mystery.


That's why, in Thetford (Norfolk, England), right now, there are some very excited conservationists. Because electronics has got ever smaller, for the first time they have been able to track the migration of a songbird. Not just any songbird, but possibly the most written about, sung about, celebrated songbird of all time.



(Photo by Edmund Fellowes/BTO)

They have tracked the amazing journey of a nightingale, code named "OAD", all the way from Norfolk to Guinea-Bissau in North Africa.  That's a hell of a long way for a bird about the size of a robin.  The tiny geolocator is too small to 'send' information, so they had to re-catch the birds they'd tagged. They caught OAD just 50 yards from where they tagged him last year. Information from the logger has shown his incredible journey from July until February.

here's a map of the route

The English Channel and France were really just a warm up for what was ahead.

OAD had to negotiate the Pyrenees, like a great wall dividing France from Spain, prone to sudden, heavy thunderstorms.


In August Spain is hot and arid. Songbirds tend to migrate in the dark to avoid the heat and evade predators. But an unexpected horror waits for them in the Spanish night. One that they can't see or hear. The greater noctule bat, with its 45cm wingspan, has recently been proven to catch and eat songbirds, on the wing, during migration, especially in the Autumn.


Once he had escaped the bats, OAD probably had to run the gauntlet of the Strait of Gibraltar, where many birds of prey would also be heading south.


In Morocco he had a three week rest to refuel. The satellite pictures show that there's a bit of green in the North and if he hugged the coastline he could avoid the mountains, but further south it looks grimly brown. Then he would be into Western Sahara, Mauritania and northern Senegal, which all look equally barren.


All down that west coast there is the risk of vast, swirling dust storms being blown across from the Sahara - so furious they can strike as far out as the Canary Islands.


OAD had just six weeks or so in Guinea-Bissau before beginning that awesome endeavour in reverse. The logger stopped recording in February so we don't know his route back, but the scientists hope to log more birds next year.


The nightingale is a sleek little bird a bit longer than a robin, with huge beautiful eyes. It's brown down the back and pale in front and has an upright stance reminiscent of a thrush.

more pix like this


Like other songbirds, the males sing during the day, especially at dawn. Of course, what has placed the nightingale into legend, poetry and song is the pure, passionate, haunting beauty of its singing at night, when all else is still.

a nightingale singing
3 nightingales competing


I formed my early impressions of how beautiful a nightingale must sound from Nat King Cole's rendition of 'A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square'. I almost imagined that the bird would sound like him.

I wish I'd thought to seek one out as a child. There were 10 times as many nightingales in the 60s as there are today.

Sadly, nightingale numbers in England are in free-fall. They're increasingly rare, but are clinging on in East Anglia and the South East.


I started out wanting to convey the awesome nature of a songbird's migration, but in the process I've uncovered yet another conservation emergency. I guess these days that's almost inevitable. If anyone is inspired to find out more, I recommend the website of the British Trust for Ornithology. They are the guys in Thetford carrying out the research into songbird migration.


These lightweight little creatures spend more than half of their time travelling between their summer and winter destinations. They only live for two or three years. What an immense effort in a short life.


I feel humbled to think that, after all that, they still are able to gift such beauty into the world through their songs.