Wow Jamie. This is how I am starting my day—listening to your post. I laughed as you said “and now the poem…” as I thought all that came before was a poem. You are such a beautiful writer and express yourself with such feeling and artfulness. “Everything that casts a shadow is alive.” I resonated so deeply with that. And do you think God casts a shadow Jamie? God is such a wrong or inadequate word I feel. I often lack words for what I want to say that always seems a bit beyond them or takes more of them than I feel I should need if I only knew how…or could use them better (like now). I watched the strawberry moon from the Tor. Happy solstice Jamie. To you…and the stones.
I hear you Terra. God is such a loaded word. I like to use the word Love instead (with a capital L). But I also love the fact that the woes god spelled backwards is dog. Coincidence? Probably not as a dog is unconditional Love. 🥰
Thanks Terra! I believe god shows up in us as us. What is god? Cosmos. Universe. Mystery. Palms. Stones. Us. An energy. A shared energy I call spirit. Our individual sacred expression of that shared spirit I call soul. We may be a body in a soul. So no preaching here. No answers. Just living the questions. The Tor! Love it. Thanks for your support! Keep us posted on your journey! Hope you get to Scotland. Almost a midnight sun up there now! Blessings. 🙏❤️
Yes. I spent time at the Chalice Well feeling into my questions and prayers…as experience is what I desire. I am leaning towards Italy and Daman Hur now…I shall decide next week. I am doing my best to take my time and enjoy each day as I keep my radar up for where I feel drawn. It is a process for sure. And Iona is definitely still on my radar. I hope you have a lovely solstice in Canada.
Dear Poet, wishing you and your beloved stones a blessed Solstice!
Wow! That was ab-soul-utely beautiful! I felt as though I’d stepped barefoot into a running stream, soaking in your flowing words, glimpsing your radiant soul in those sparkling living waters. For every line is steeped in stillness, mystery and the slow alchemy of spiralling Kairos. Your voice pulsing with such depth that I found myself breathing more deeply, sensing the stone in my own hand - the hush of water shaping it, and us.
Then these words: “Maybe I am the stone? My soul the palm.”
How the water slows in me now, as I hold that image - contemplating the soul cradled within my own hands, buzzing even as I type these words. No wonder touch is so sacred, I tell myself. If only we could remember to let ourselves to be found. Found beneath those layers of shadow and silence, where the soul waits in dim light, where truth and vulnerability are less afraid. Where in that hush, ego slips away and the soul becomes both mirror and map.
Thank you so much Jamie for your soul whispering - for the ritual, the reverence and the invitation for us to go deeper, deeper into the dim light where the radiant soul waits to be found. Wow! I’ll carry this beautiful hush with me all through my day. 🙏💖
Thanks Deborah! “Found beneath those layers of shadow and silence, where the soul waits in dim light, where truth and vulnerability are less afraid. Where in that hush, ego slips away and the soul becomes both mirror and map.” Love this! Both mirror and map! When both arrive we have no choice but to listen. Feel into. Be into. Blossom with. The compass and vehicle the arrive to walk us home to the other side of language! Thanks as always for your enthusiastic support. Thanks for Being - here. Kindred Poet. Green witch of crone. 🙏❤️
This post found me early, on the morning of my birthday.... you must have been up very early, on your side of the globe... 💗🙏 ✨ I'll come back to read in a hush without rush
I am especially HAPPY to experience my initiation into completing the 7th decade of living, crawling, walking, dancing, loving, crying, laughing, creating and writing on this planet. It feels like an extraordinary time to be alive... like this is an official entering into elderhood... HAPPY to be — here 💗 ✨
thank you all for your good wishes. I had an amazing day, mostly by the Atlantic coast, and ending with an unexpected flash mob performance of students in Coimbra... Feeling very blessed. ✨ 💗
Beautiful. Stones carry so much wisdom and energy, I totally share your love for them. I love how you wove duality into oneness, a world of opposites that somehow makes sense as a whole big picture. The feeling of stones melting into our hands is magical and I will never forget the feeling of something that weighs this heavy suddenly becoming light. I especially remember the stones that found my heart in Clonakilty. The gift of touch can heal worlds. As I'm currently traveling from beach to beach I will use this reverence that you shared towards stones as an inspiration to stroll the beaches deeper, more present and with much Love. Happy Soulstice!
Thanks Sadhbh! Thanks for your support! From the beginning here! Enjoy beaching! Thanks for your kind words. I would say, god shows up in us as us. I’m not sure about love. I will leave that to your writing which is a gift. Happy Soulstice when yours arrives too. Thanks for Being- here. 🙏❤️
Aah, Cairn Builder, I'm glad the moon found you. I have not been paying sufficient attention of late, and missed her. Quite the pilgrim band you have what with the Eastern White Cedars and the light foraging among stones. We follow you. Happy smile!
And the myth says there was always Eros and Psyche.
Thanks Jamie. Still on the bike, hope to be at the Duddo Stones this evening, perhaps as well the carved stones at Roughtin' Lyn, a small sanctuary in the dusk. They were all young once. Smile. The brightest gold furze this year ever is over, but the broom, the bonny broom is at the high point of my climb with eglantine and columbine; L'Allegro!
What beauty ... stardust, rocks — home. Water. The cosmos, universe — portals. Water, wind — bodies of being. Home. Multidimensional, shifting energies — bodies of being. Light, dark — bodies of being. Our soul — observer of each aspect of self, in being-ness, beyond our human comprehension. Felt in holding the rocks — of place and being. Sacred. Our souls know. The poem is divine — a yearning of being. Soul 🙏 🌀 💜
Thanks Simone for Being - here. The veil is thin these soulstice days. The blinds are moving! Bless you a deeper connection with awareness, team John, soul. Say hi for me! Bless you 🙏❤️
The veil is thin — its been a strong day of connection and writing, my staccato response was what was jumping out, what was resonating. There is a lot of synchronicity, wow really. John says soul Jamie, I feel you — hi. 😊 🙏. Bless you too❤️
I could feel the stone in my hand Jamie as though connections and energies were flowing from stone to you to me to us all.
This is so beautiful. I have been talking ( trying to) talk about God with my 19 year old daughter lately. Sharing many wise words from those such as Ram Dass, Eckhart Tolle etc etc. I will now share Jamie Millard's wise words with Eva, because you nail it. It is so hard to discuss and "explain" because then God becomes conceptual and God is as you say the soul, the mystery, the silence in between. My children have been put off by anything that alludes to God or Spirit based on my fundamental Christian parents take on things. Trying to open their eyes to more - which really can only be done by showing them those moments where God/spirit. the mystery is like your "halfway to the North Pole." Thank you Jamie.
So wonderful you were woken by the strawberry moon laying on top of you. Very powerful. xx 💜💜
Wow, thanks so much Jo! I always love to say to my kids God shows up in us as us? And I always say she shows up in us as us. From my grandfather way back. Source. Universe. Cosmos. Mystery. So many different ways to say wow. To say awe! This moon was a heavy one up here! How did it look down there? Thank you so much for being who you are and for always showing up here with a smile. I appreciate you. 🙏❤️
I will add that bonus to my Jamie Millard collection because you say it like no other.
"She shows up in us as us." "So many ways to say wow. To say awe." yes yes yes. Beautiful Jamie. Your grandfather must have been a special person, such a valuable guide to you and for you. I would have loved to have had a parent or grandparent who shared the Wisdom. But instead I find out for myself on the journey. A constant learning. A constant practice.
Thank you for your heart warming comment. Oh and the moon mainly stayed hidden under cloudy misty skies. I felt her though. ❤️🙏
I too collect stones--on beaches, beneath waterfalls, in the woods. They are like a talisman for me. I keep them scattered in jars and bowls throughout my house. I think of them as memories--each one a place I have touched and that touched me.
Sometimes I choose one that is smooth and curved in a certain way so it will fit within the palm of my hand so I might hold and carress it. It brings me back to ground. Back into Nature. Back to reflection. Back to myself.
I love this new word you've introduced here: *inukshuk*. Had to look it up. It has a round sound with hard edges. Like a stone.
Thank you for this reflection, Jamie. Beautiful. Enjoy your summer in the north!
Thank you so much Robin! “Sometimes I choose one that is smooth and curved in a certain way so it will fit within the palm of my hand so I might hold and carress it. It brings me back to ground. Back into Nature. Back to reflection. Back to myself.” I love this! I resonate! Thanks for reading and reaching out! 🙏❤️
This piece reads like a sacred offering. Through the lines I felt the stillness, the presence, the mystery. There’s a quiet wisdom in your words that invites the reader not just to understand, but to remember something ancient within themselves.
We pass on this meeting of souls. This soulstice. We nod hello, stop for a chat. this journey this road to find out. Through the eons beyond the ages, always evolving. The deeper we go into the darkness the brighter the light we find we find
Everything that casts a shadow lives.
I too and a gatherer of stones. I too gift them to others. They part of my sacred place.
"Only in darkness can we glimpse the fullest light our soul carries for us."
Great quote!
It leaves me wondering about the ‘dim light of shade’ ~ dim light suggests dim darkness, or semi darkness. Does this mean in the dim light of shade we can only catch half glimpses of half the light our soul carries?
And glimpsing is already a partial temporary view, allowing for neither spectating or observing…
And yet, observing as opposed to spectating offers a greater chance at catching glimpses of a light a million years in the making… glimpslings which can be threaded on a string of dim lights, lining the path which is made by walking…
Anything that casts a shadow is alive you write…
On my walk on a beach of the Portuguese Silvercoast I picked up a smooth round stone, holding a glimpse of the stones on the beach on the 45th Parallel in my mind, wondering whether I found the stone or the stone found me, in the not so dim light of the sunny southern beach.
In other words, your words and stones, and thoughts of shadows, light and darkness, sparkled on that sandy silvery Portuguese beach, temporarily, like a soft echo of your poem. 🙏 ✨
Wow Jamie. This is how I am starting my day—listening to your post. I laughed as you said “and now the poem…” as I thought all that came before was a poem. You are such a beautiful writer and express yourself with such feeling and artfulness. “Everything that casts a shadow is alive.” I resonated so deeply with that. And do you think God casts a shadow Jamie? God is such a wrong or inadequate word I feel. I often lack words for what I want to say that always seems a bit beyond them or takes more of them than I feel I should need if I only knew how…or could use them better (like now). I watched the strawberry moon from the Tor. Happy solstice Jamie. To you…and the stones.
I hear you Terra. God is such a loaded word. I like to use the word Love instead (with a capital L). But I also love the fact that the woes god spelled backwards is dog. Coincidence? Probably not as a dog is unconditional Love. 🥰
Nice! I was trying to say there is no god. We are god. Meet you there. 🙏❤️
Thanks Terra! I believe god shows up in us as us. What is god? Cosmos. Universe. Mystery. Palms. Stones. Us. An energy. A shared energy I call spirit. Our individual sacred expression of that shared spirit I call soul. We may be a body in a soul. So no preaching here. No answers. Just living the questions. The Tor! Love it. Thanks for your support! Keep us posted on your journey! Hope you get to Scotland. Almost a midnight sun up there now! Blessings. 🙏❤️
Yes. I spent time at the Chalice Well feeling into my questions and prayers…as experience is what I desire. I am leaning towards Italy and Daman Hur now…I shall decide next week. I am doing my best to take my time and enjoy each day as I keep my radar up for where I feel drawn. It is a process for sure. And Iona is definitely still on my radar. I hope you have a lovely solstice in Canada.
Safe travels wherever that dowsing takes you! It’s lovely here today. 🙏❤️
Dear Poet, wishing you and your beloved stones a blessed Solstice!
Wow! That was ab-soul-utely beautiful! I felt as though I’d stepped barefoot into a running stream, soaking in your flowing words, glimpsing your radiant soul in those sparkling living waters. For every line is steeped in stillness, mystery and the slow alchemy of spiralling Kairos. Your voice pulsing with such depth that I found myself breathing more deeply, sensing the stone in my own hand - the hush of water shaping it, and us.
Then these words: “Maybe I am the stone? My soul the palm.”
How the water slows in me now, as I hold that image - contemplating the soul cradled within my own hands, buzzing even as I type these words. No wonder touch is so sacred, I tell myself. If only we could remember to let ourselves to be found. Found beneath those layers of shadow and silence, where the soul waits in dim light, where truth and vulnerability are less afraid. Where in that hush, ego slips away and the soul becomes both mirror and map.
Thank you so much Jamie for your soul whispering - for the ritual, the reverence and the invitation for us to go deeper, deeper into the dim light where the radiant soul waits to be found. Wow! I’ll carry this beautiful hush with me all through my day. 🙏💖
Thanks Deborah! “Found beneath those layers of shadow and silence, where the soul waits in dim light, where truth and vulnerability are less afraid. Where in that hush, ego slips away and the soul becomes both mirror and map.” Love this! Both mirror and map! When both arrive we have no choice but to listen. Feel into. Be into. Blossom with. The compass and vehicle the arrive to walk us home to the other side of language! Thanks as always for your enthusiastic support. Thanks for Being - here. Kindred Poet. Green witch of crone. 🙏❤️
This post found me early, on the morning of my birthday.... you must have been up very early, on your side of the globe... 💗🙏 ✨ I'll come back to read in a hush without rush
Oh, wishing you the happiest of days dear Veronika! 🎀🙏 ✨
Happy Birthday Veronika!
Happy Birthday 🥰
Thanks Veronika! Happy 45th! Thanks for Being- Here. 🙏❤️
I am especially HAPPY to experience my initiation into completing the 7th decade of living, crawling, walking, dancing, loving, crying, laughing, creating and writing on this planet. It feels like an extraordinary time to be alive... like this is an official entering into elderhood... HAPPY to be — here 💗 ✨
You are a gift! Thanks for being you! 🙏❤️
Happy Birthday Veronika! 💜💖
thank you all for your good wishes. I had an amazing day, mostly by the Atlantic coast, and ending with an unexpected flash mob performance of students in Coimbra... Feeling very blessed. ✨ 💗
Beautiful. Stones carry so much wisdom and energy, I totally share your love for them. I love how you wove duality into oneness, a world of opposites that somehow makes sense as a whole big picture. The feeling of stones melting into our hands is magical and I will never forget the feeling of something that weighs this heavy suddenly becoming light. I especially remember the stones that found my heart in Clonakilty. The gift of touch can heal worlds. As I'm currently traveling from beach to beach I will use this reverence that you shared towards stones as an inspiration to stroll the beaches deeper, more present and with much Love. Happy Soulstice!
Thanks Sadhbh! Thanks for your support! From the beginning here! Enjoy beaching! Thanks for your kind words. I would say, god shows up in us as us. I’m not sure about love. I will leave that to your writing which is a gift. Happy Soulstice when yours arrives too. Thanks for Being- here. 🙏❤️
Aah, Cairn Builder, I'm glad the moon found you. I have not been paying sufficient attention of late, and missed her. Quite the pilgrim band you have what with the Eastern White Cedars and the light foraging among stones. We follow you. Happy smile!
And the myth says there was always Eros and Psyche.
Thanks my friend! Hope you are on the bicycle and getting lost in nature. Thanks for being- here. 🙏❤️
Thanks Jamie. Still on the bike, hope to be at the Duddo Stones this evening, perhaps as well the carved stones at Roughtin' Lyn, a small sanctuary in the dusk. They were all young once. Smile. The brightest gold furze this year ever is over, but the broom, the bonny broom is at the high point of my climb with eglantine and columbine; L'Allegro!
Love it! Travel well easy rider! 🙏❤️
What beauty ... stardust, rocks — home. Water. The cosmos, universe — portals. Water, wind — bodies of being. Home. Multidimensional, shifting energies — bodies of being. Light, dark — bodies of being. Our soul — observer of each aspect of self, in being-ness, beyond our human comprehension. Felt in holding the rocks — of place and being. Sacred. Our souls know. The poem is divine — a yearning of being. Soul 🙏 🌀 💜
Thanks Simone for Being - here. The veil is thin these soulstice days. The blinds are moving! Bless you a deeper connection with awareness, team John, soul. Say hi for me! Bless you 🙏❤️
The veil is thin — its been a strong day of connection and writing, my staccato response was what was jumping out, what was resonating. There is a lot of synchronicity, wow really. John says soul Jamie, I feel you — hi. 😊 🙏. Bless you too❤️
I stood there with you in the cadence of your words and images. Thank you.
Thank You Muriel! Happy Grey County Green summer soul-stice! 🙏❤️
what a lovely post, Jamie. it captured me immediately with the quote, and carried me to the end. and you have a soothing voice!
Thanks Sam! I appreciate you reading and for reaching out! Blessings 🙏❤️
I could feel the stone in my hand Jamie as though connections and energies were flowing from stone to you to me to us all.
This is so beautiful. I have been talking ( trying to) talk about God with my 19 year old daughter lately. Sharing many wise words from those such as Ram Dass, Eckhart Tolle etc etc. I will now share Jamie Millard's wise words with Eva, because you nail it. It is so hard to discuss and "explain" because then God becomes conceptual and God is as you say the soul, the mystery, the silence in between. My children have been put off by anything that alludes to God or Spirit based on my fundamental Christian parents take on things. Trying to open their eyes to more - which really can only be done by showing them those moments where God/spirit. the mystery is like your "halfway to the North Pole." Thank you Jamie.
So wonderful you were woken by the strawberry moon laying on top of you. Very powerful. xx 💜💜
Wow, thanks so much Jo! I always love to say to my kids God shows up in us as us? And I always say she shows up in us as us. From my grandfather way back. Source. Universe. Cosmos. Mystery. So many different ways to say wow. To say awe! This moon was a heavy one up here! How did it look down there? Thank you so much for being who you are and for always showing up here with a smile. I appreciate you. 🙏❤️
I will add that bonus to my Jamie Millard collection because you say it like no other.
"She shows up in us as us." "So many ways to say wow. To say awe." yes yes yes. Beautiful Jamie. Your grandfather must have been a special person, such a valuable guide to you and for you. I would have loved to have had a parent or grandparent who shared the Wisdom. But instead I find out for myself on the journey. A constant learning. A constant practice.
Thank you for your heart warming comment. Oh and the moon mainly stayed hidden under cloudy misty skies. I felt her though. ❤️🙏
I too collect stones--on beaches, beneath waterfalls, in the woods. They are like a talisman for me. I keep them scattered in jars and bowls throughout my house. I think of them as memories--each one a place I have touched and that touched me.
Sometimes I choose one that is smooth and curved in a certain way so it will fit within the palm of my hand so I might hold and carress it. It brings me back to ground. Back into Nature. Back to reflection. Back to myself.
I love this new word you've introduced here: *inukshuk*. Had to look it up. It has a round sound with hard edges. Like a stone.
Thank you for this reflection, Jamie. Beautiful. Enjoy your summer in the north!
Thank you so much Robin! “Sometimes I choose one that is smooth and curved in a certain way so it will fit within the palm of my hand so I might hold and carress it. It brings me back to ground. Back into Nature. Back to reflection. Back to myself.” I love this! I resonate! Thanks for reading and reaching out! 🙏❤️
This piece reads like a sacred offering. Through the lines I felt the stillness, the presence, the mystery. There’s a quiet wisdom in your words that invites the reader not just to understand, but to remember something ancient within themselves.
Thank you for bringing the ineffable closer.
Thanks Mohammed! I appreciate you. 🙏❤️
Happy Soulstice, Jamie. Beautiful sharing.
Thanks Janaka 🙏❤️
We pass on this meeting of souls. This soulstice. We nod hello, stop for a chat. this journey this road to find out. Through the eons beyond the ages, always evolving. The deeper we go into the darkness the brighter the light we find we find
Everything that casts a shadow lives.
I too and a gatherer of stones. I too gift them to others. They part of my sacred place.
Thanks Charlie! Happy Soul-Stice 🙏❤️
We are shaped by life, and give shape to her ... a mysterious process, but intensely true.
Thanks for reading Josh! I totally resonate. That’s the way you lead by example. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
"Only in darkness can we glimpse the fullest light our soul carries for us."
Great quote!
It leaves me wondering about the ‘dim light of shade’ ~ dim light suggests dim darkness, or semi darkness. Does this mean in the dim light of shade we can only catch half glimpses of half the light our soul carries?
And glimpsing is already a partial temporary view, allowing for neither spectating or observing…
And yet, observing as opposed to spectating offers a greater chance at catching glimpses of a light a million years in the making… glimpslings which can be threaded on a string of dim lights, lining the path which is made by walking…
Anything that casts a shadow is alive you write…
On my walk on a beach of the Portuguese Silvercoast I picked up a smooth round stone, holding a glimpse of the stones on the beach on the 45th Parallel in my mind, wondering whether I found the stone or the stone found me, in the not so dim light of the sunny southern beach.
In other words, your words and stones, and thoughts of shadows, light and darkness, sparkled on that sandy silvery Portuguese beach, temporarily, like a soft echo of your poem. 🙏 ✨
Thanks @Kathleen Hobbs for reposting 🙏❤️