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
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❤️
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. 🙏❤️
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! 🙏❤️