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12月14日 Sunday, December 07, 2008
Disasters Come In Threes
How often have I heard that? A million times at least. Well, this week it’s true. I’ve had three disasters. Disaster No. 1:
I turned the tap timer the wrong way and instead of turning the water
off after an hour, it went all night almost flooding all my new
vegetable seedlings out. Disaster No. 2:
I was told of the death of an old school friend of mine. This makes me
very sad. Even sadder because we’d lost touch with each other. I
thought she lived in another town and I didn’t even know her married
name. Turned out that she lived right here. That makes me sad because I
missed the opportunity to catch up with her. And, yes, I am more than a
little annoyed that the friend who told me she’d died knew exactly
where she lived, used to visit her often, and knew I was wondering
where and how she was all these years. I can’t understand why she never
let on. Even crueler now that I can’t do anything about it. Disaster No. 3: I discovered that our freezer had been turned off some time ago and all the contents had gone rotten. I
guess I’m lucky it wasn’t full to the brim with meat. Still, I lost all
the frozen vegies I’d preserved, all the frozen meals I’d prepared,
and, most irksome of all, our two Christmas turkeys. This is annoying
because I can’t afford to go out and replace all that food. I’ll have
to replace the turkeys. We need those. The frozen meals, sauces,
vegies, etc. will have to be replaced one by one as I make, or
preserve, them. Today I have to take a bin full of rotten meat to the
tip. Ugh! I’m really looking forward to that experience! I’m sure I’ll
be chased down the road by a huge black cloud of blowflies. Over
all, it hasn’t been a good week for me. I’ve been in trouble, yelled
at, belittled, made fun of, told how stupid I am… I guess you get the
picture. I feel really bad about all three disasters and there isn’t a
thing I can do about any of them to make it all “unhappen”. How did I react to these so-called disasters? How did it all unfold for me on a personal level? It’s
all written right there for the world to see: “I turned”, “I was told”,
“I discovered”, “I wondered”, “I can’t afford”, “I was blamed”, “I was
sad”, “I was in trouble”. Yes, the dreaded wounded, wailing “I”, surfaced. Yes, it’s the “victim me” I was talking about in my last blog entry: Will The Real Me Stand Up?
I’ve taken it upon myself to accept all responsibility; accept all
blame. I’ve personalised and internalised. Now I must punish myself for
my bad deeds. Once
again, I’m transported back to my childhood. Mum is standing over me,
large and threatening, her face twisted, her voice loud enough to hurt
my ears. I cower, I crumble, I feel small, guilty, terrified, sorry,
devastated, and helpless. I’ve
had a life time of conditioning that’s hard to break. I’ve been
conditioned to think that if something goes wrong I’ve been bad, or
stupid, and now I must be punished until everyone around me feels
vindicated and I am ground into the dust. Well… Stop it! Just stop it. The truth is, accidents happen. People die. That’s life. Yes,
I turned the tap timer the wrong way. It’s an easy mistake. Do I have
to suffer eternally for my sin? What was the real outcome of that? The
seedlings loved the extra drink of water and are all standing up
looking great. Yes, I wasted a lot of water that we really can’t
afford, but the world didn’t stop turning and we all didn’t fall off. I’m
not sure about how the freezer happened to be turned off at the power
point. Did I do it? I can’t see why I would, but I could have. Anyone
could have turned if off for any number of reasons then forgot to turn
it back on. Everyone keeps telling me I was the one who did it, so I
suppose I’ll just have to accept that. The outcome? We lost some food
that we can’t afford to replace right now. However, we were lucky not
to have lost an entire freezer full of expensive meat. I was in the
process of letting it become empty so I could defrost it and give it a
good clean. Well, it’s certainly defrosted now! And it’s outside airing
having been sprayed thoroughly with disinfectant to get rid of the
smell. It will certainly be crystal clean by the time we wheel it back
inside. Everyone
blaming me is hard to take. It was a genuine accident – like the tap
timer incident. It happened. Did the world stop spinning? Not that I’ve
noticed – but then again, I didn’t notice the power point was in the
off position. I
have no power over what other people think, say or do. I can only
control how I react. People are being very nasty to me over this. I
dare say, I won’t hear the end of it for quite a while. Don’t you love
how people do that? How should I react? It hurts. Why does it hurt?
Because I made a mistake and I can’t fix it. I want to fix it, but
what’s done is done. I have to move on. I have to not let what others
say grind me down into the dirt. I have to take my power back. Okay, a
mistake was made. Yes, it was probably mine. And…? Get over it. Let’s
not allow this to become a bigger issue than it really is. It is not of
worldly importance. It’s not even a blip on the radar of my life. The
death of my friend is hard. I feel a lot sadder than I expected. Sad
for a lot of reasons, and not just because I’ve lost all possibility of
getting together with her to reminisce about old times. How
I feel about the loss is natural. It’s sorrow. I’ll cry a little
because we drifted apart. I’ll cry a little because I won’t see her
again in this life time. I’ll cry, then I’ll smile, then I’ll allow
myself to laugh over all the silly, funny, things we used to do as
teenagers. I’ll remember her and smile from that moment on. That’s
grief. It’s natural. It’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m not going to
wail and wallow in self-pity over this. I’m simply allowing myself to
feel the full emotion of it all. I’m allowing myself to be sad, and
then to heal slowly. We should never be afraid to allow ourselves to
love, to lose, to grieve, to heal. How
do I feel about the “friend” who prevented me from having a lasting
adult friendship with my other friend? The talking marks around the
word “friend” say it all. No, I’m not wasting time on anger and
bitterness. I’m relegating a negative influence into the “casual
acquaintance” bin. Yes,
I did feel anger when I discovered that I was deliberately not told the
whereabouts of my friend. I’m entitled to feel that. Anger is natural.
I was hurt too. It hurt to think someone would prevent us from getting
together for whatever reason. Her reason. Not mine. That’s not my
journey. I walk a different path. I acknowledged the anger and hurt. I
understood where they came from and why. They served their purpose in
alerting me to an injustice, and now they’re gone. Injustice has also
faded. If you come up against a minor injustice that does no more than
give you a brief sting, feel it, acknowledge it, recognise it for what
it is and where it sprang from, then let it fade away. The sun is shining outside today. It’s one of those perfect, cloudless, days you read about in books. I’m
going to go outside with a cup of tea [that old gypsy remedy for
everything] and let the sun dry my tears. Then I’ll get to work weeding
my garden, cleaning the freezer, and then I’ll go join some friends of
mine for a pre-Christmas get-together. So… here’s to you, Mardi, my old friend. I remember you with love and laughter. You’ll be forever young in my mind.
Cheers Brittany K. Sunday, November 30, 2008
Will the Real Me Stand Up?
I just read Maia Berens blog titled "A Part of Me" http://allaboutlifecoaching.com.
It's true, you know. We are all many selves. In fact, I'd be suspicious of someone who claims they aren't.
Which
part of this chameleon personality is the real me? The artist? The
Gypsy? The musician? The writer? The me who mopes around the house
begrudgingly doing all the dirty work? The me who meets friends up the
street for a coffee and laughs for no reason at all?
They're
all me. Even the "bad" bits. The judgemental me is a bit hard to take.
I try to sit on that one when it appears. Angry me hardly ever
surfaces, but the resentful one can sneak up on the rest of me if I
don't watch it. And, while we're at it, the childish me is always a
small step away from pouting when things don't go my way. By far the
hardest me to take is the weak me—the one who is taken for granted,
stepped on, made to feel inadequate, and allows all this to happen time
after time. That me is the victim.
So which me do I like the best?
I
guess I've learned to like them all. They all have their uses, their
reasons for being. They all play their parts in my personality. They're
all familiar to me, all well used and comfortable. I slip from one to
another all day long, depending who I'm talking to at any given moment.
There
are mes I once thought I could banish. That was way back in my teens
when I was struggling to find me. My reasoning was that if I completely
banished hate, bitterness, resentment, weakness—especially
weakness—then I'd be a better person.
The
truth is, I couldn't, nor should I even try, to banish any parts of my
personality. I've learned who my different parts are, what they
represent, when, how and why they surface. And, I've learned to respect
them all. They've all played their parts in my survival over the
difficult years of my childhood and teen years. They all keep me
balanced as an adult.
It is true that
there are some aspects of my personality that could do with a little
improvement, but they're [hopefully] balanced by their opposites.
Recognising the many mes was the first step to learning how to deal
with them whenever they pop up.
Love
and understanding binds all the different mes together now. I know me.
I understand how I work, why I feel the way I do when certain things
happen or are said. I recognise each me as it surfaces and I know how
to deal with it.
I no longer feel
ashamed and berate myself if the resentful or angry me makes an
appearance. That's ok. They need to be heard occasionally. I give
myself permission to feel. I don't give myself permission to be
consumed by any one emotion, nor to be ruled by one. I understand
myself better than anyone else, and I know I have the power to choose
my own reactions.
Most of the time, I
choose to walk in light and love. I choose to let peace and happiness
into my heart. At no time do I block out all the negative emotions.
They have their roles to play. I simply choose which path to walk.
Walk in love and light.
Cheers
Brittany K. 6月3日 The other day I caught myself out in a dreaded attack of the whymeees.
We all have those days:- why me? what did I do to deserve this...? You know how it goes.
I used to feel really guilty about having the odd whymeee attack. Now, of course, I recognise it for what it is, acknowledge it, accept it, then move on.
We don't need to torture ourselves over being human.
We all have days when we're up and days when we're down. We are what we are after all.
The trick is not to dwell in the land of the whymeees, for there lives envy, jealousy, self pity, bitterness and all those other nasties that can take a hold of you and turn your view of life sour.
On the other hand, it's rather unhealthy to feel totally positive and up all the time. We are allowed to feel negative emotions, you know. In fact we are supposed to feel them.
Negative emotions are our counter-weights. They are our early warning systems and our alert to the possibility that we may in fact be learning something.
Having negative emotions to balance out our wholeness is a healthy thing.
However, if you tip too far the other way, you can become negative yourself and start generating negative energy that can actually follow you around and cause negative things to happen in your life.
None of us want that to happen, and yet, from time to time, we all do it. Congratulations everyone, we're human!
So, folks, take a step back, take a deep breath and take a really deep look into yourself. Are you harbouring a grudge deep down inside? Are you jealous of a friend's success?
Ask yourself, why?
Why am I jealous of my friend? I love that he/she is successful. Why does it make me feel negative when I should feel happy for him/her?
Your answer may be as simple as: Because I wish that could have happened to me. I wish I had what he/she has.
If it is, then own your feeling. Say it out loud. Banish it to the 'dealt-with' basket. That's not to say that you should make light of your own feelings, even such negative ones.
We are allowed to be disappointed, even envious of something we wanted that was given to someone else. But instead of dwelling on that feeling and allowing it to gain power over us, look into why that success, or whatever, came to your friend and not to you. And just because it did happen to your friend instead of you, it doesn't mean that you were not worthy, or that you didn't deserve it. It simply means that you travel a different pathway and your own success lies in another direction.
Accept that and move on - hopefully towards your successes.
Look to the sunshine and rainbows of the good times in your lives, my friends, but be really grateful for the dark clouds of learning and enrichment. Cherish all your emotions. Embrace them, feel them, be them, live them. Don't be afraid of them. Be joyful that you can experience them all in their wondrous glory.
Cheers for now. 2月21日
On the weekend, at our SHIVA meeting, we all had great fun trying out the Gypsy Spell of Unbinding.
Some people asked me if we were actually casting a spell on someone else - as the purpose of the spell is to rid us of the negative influence of another person.
Here is how that spell really works.
Often other people say, do or think negative things about us and some actually physically go about their nasty ways to cause real grief or to discredit us.
This is, unfortunately, just human nature. Often people target us if we seem a little different, if we do a job a little better and make them feel threatened in some way, or maybe they just don't like us. Whatever the reason, there are times when we all feel the sting of somebody's ill will.
In casting the Spell of Unbinding - as instructed in the last newsletter and blog - we rid ourselves of this negative influence and negative energy.
What we are actually doing is casting a spell on ourselves.
In performing the ritual of the spell, we name the person or situation that is causing us so much grief and we "cancel it out" and "burn the negative influence away". That is to say: we cancel out it's ability to influence ourselves and we burn away all the negative energy surrounding ourselves.
In this way, we are really reprogramming ourselves not to allow ourselves to be influenced by that person or negativity any longer. We are making a conscious decision not to be bothered by them/it again.
The next time we come across that person and they start with their insults or negative talk, we remember that we've removed ourselves from harm from this person and thus, whatever they say or do hurts us no longer.
If it's our own negative thoughts we want to gain control over, then each time we start to think about ourselves in a negative way, we remember the spell and stop allowing ourselves to think that way.
At the end of each spell we always say: "And it harm none".
This is to ensure that if our thoughts are misdirected or distracted during the casting of the spell, then the spell simply won't work. It will harm nobody and change nothing.
Most of the Gypsy spells I know work in this way. It is about rethinking our situation and doing something positive to bring about change.
The ritual of the spell casts intention.
By consciously setting our intention to create a change in ourselves, we make that change happen.
OK. That's it from me for now.
Have fun with your positive thinking.
-- Griga Svetkavista-Parne
[Heather White Lightning] 2月13日
The Next Meeting of SHIVA
Will take place on Saturday, February 17, 2007
from 1pm onwards at
the home of Kaye Watt
53
Pearce Street, Wodonga, Vic. 3690
Anyone who is interested is welcome
to join us for a casual afternoon tea and friendly gathering.
BYO nibbles, soft drinks & chairs. Tea &
coffee provided.
Please contact either Heather (03) 57222332 or Kaye (02)
60562186
for details and directions.
Anyone in the Wangaratta area who would like a ride,
contact Heather.
Getting
Back to Basics
Many
people think it has to be difficult to connect, or reconnect, with their spiritual
selves when, in fact, nothing could be easier.
There is a lot written these days about how to meditate,
make the spiritual connection, how to be a tree, how to fly... Okay. So I’m
joking.
But seriously, it is so easy it’s almost funny.
You don’t need books, special tools, bells, candles, etc.
However, if you are not used to visualisation, some of those things can help
you to focus your energy and concentration. For some people, setting the mood
with incense, candles, oils, etc. is an important physical ritual that helps to
put them in the right frame of mind to meditate.
A Quick Meditation
Take a moment.
Sit yourself down somewhere outside. If that’s not
available, find a nice place to sit by a window.
Close
your eyes and feel the elements – wind, sun, etc.
If
you’re inside, feel the heat or the breeze through the window.
Whilst
you don’t have to keep your eyes closed throughout this meditation, it does
help if you are a beginner.
Take
a few really deep breaths. In through the nose, blow out through the mouth.
Pucker your lips and blow as if you’re trying to whistle.
With
each in-breath, imagine pure, golden energy flowing in and filling your whole
body.
With
each out-breath, imagine negative energy being blown out through your lips and
turning into bright, sparkly positive energy as it floats away.
Do
this until you feel lighter, calmer and more in control.
Let
stray thoughts come and go. Don’t concentrate on any of them. Just let them
flow through your mind and out again.
Hold
your arms straight at your sides. Straight but not rigid.
Breathe
in, and as you do, raise your arms slowly until your palms meet above your
head.
Breathe
out, and as you do, keeping your palms pressed together, bend your elbows and
bring your hands slowly down in front of your face as though you are praying.
Breathe
in and press your palms firmly together.
Breathe
out and slowly straighten and raise your arms until your palms are pressed
together over your head once more.
Breathe
in and slowly lower your arms to your sides again. As you do, say out loud or
think to yourself:
“I
open myself to the energy of the earth. Oh, ancient mother, fill my body and my
spirit with your calming peace, love and energy.”
Just
sit for a few moments and feel the energy flowing into and through your body.
Open
your eyes.
Say
a sincere thank you for the gift of pure energy.
Take
a few more deep breaths and rise.
You
should feel refreshed, calm and ready to face whatever the day throws at you.
With practice, this meditation can be performed anywhere,
anytime, to help you get rid of negative energy and re-focus your positive
energy.
Making the Connection
To
connect with your true spiritual self (ego), first perform the above
meditation.
After asking the ancient earth to fill you with her
loving energy, keep your eyes closed.
Concentrate on the energy flowing around you, through
you, generated by you.
Visualise yourself sitting opposite yourself in pure,
shimmering, energetic form. Don’t be frustrated if you can’t do this at first.
Keep trying.
Concentrate on watching your energy ebb and flow. If you
can’t see it, feel it.
Get to know how you look in this form. Learn how your
energy feels.
Don’t worry if you can’t see any colours. Some people
can, some can’t. Some learn to see the colours with practice.
Concentrate on getting to know yourself as you truly are.
Love what you see.
You are a being of energy and power, of great beauty,
capable of many wonderful things, with an infinite capacity to love.
Love yourself as you are.
See the dark energy as well as the light energy. See how the negative is interwoven with the
positive energy.
Know yourself in all your glory – both positive and
negative.
Accept the truth of what you are.
See all that you are.
Love
what you see.
Now watch as your energy extends in ribbons of colour and
light.
See how each ribbon of energy is connected to mother
earth, the sea, your own kind, the animal kingdom, the plant kingdom, the
universe and beyond.
Know that you are a part of all that lives. Feel your
connection with all.
Take
a few moments to enjoy your true self.
When ready, give thanks for all that you are and for
being a part of all there is.
Take a few deep breaths and come back into your physical
awareness.
Give sincere thanks for yourself and all that is.
Open your eyes and feel refreshed, renewed, calm and
energised.
Time to rid yourself
of those who cause you grief
The moon is now in its
waning phase and this is an excellent time to rid yourself of the negative
influences of anyone who is trying to cause you grief either psychically or
psychologically.
A Gypsy Spell of
Unbinding
Take a thick piece of paper.
Black is best, but white will do.
Think of the person you’d
like to not have the power to upset you any more.
Write that person’s name in
black in the centre of that piece of paper.
Fold the paper in half right
across that person’s name.
Continue to fold the paper
in half, half again, half again until you can fold it no more.
While you are folding say
this:
“Person’s Name, I break the hold you have over me. I cancel out your
negative thoughts and words and deeds. From this day forth, you can do me no
harm. From this day forth, I will no longer be affected by you.”
Place the folded paper in a
clean ashtray or bowl it’s safe to burn it in.
Set fire to the paper.
While you watch it burn, say
this:
“Person’s Name, your power is burning away. You hold no power over
me. Your negative thoughts, words and deeds hold no power over me. Your
negative intentions hold no power over me. From this day forth, you can do me
no harm. From this day forth, I will no longer be affected by you.”
When there is only ash left
say this:
“Person’s name, your power to hurt me is gone. You can hurt me no
more. I am free of your negative influence. And it harm none, so mote it be.”
It is most important to add
at the end: “And it harm none” as the Romani believe that if you cast a spell
or think a damaging thought against anyone it will rebound upon you threefold.
So the words: and it harm none, are
always said – the reasoning behind it being that if your spell goes wrong or
does no good, it will do nobody harm. “So
mote it be” is an ancient ending to any spell or spoken intention literally
meaning – and so be it – let the deed be done.
There are two schools of
thought regarding what to do with the ash.
Grind the ash (char) to a fine powder and keep it in a small
container or black silk scarf (diklo)
so it can be used as a positive aid in other spells.
Keep the char until the
first night of the full moon then cast it to the four winds, thus dissipating
any negative energy.
That’s all from me for now.
Give those meditations a try and see
what happens.
I’ll see you in peace, love and harmony
– as always.
10月9日 Welcome to
SHIVA
Spiritual Healing Inspiring Visual Arts
We are a group of Spiritual Healers, Artists, Musicians and Dancers.
Come with us on a journey of healing and inspiration.
The White Heather
Protector and Healer of Souls
I was different – set apart from other children. Alone in my own version of the world, I was a shadow – seen but not noticed, stepped on and pushed aside without thought or consideration.
Kept in isolation, my world was one of fear and darkness. A world where I was afraid to move, to speak, to make a noise, to even eat or drink without permission. I was lost and alone, my eyes always fixed firmly upon the ground.
I lived only to serve and please the people who adopted me. They were my saviours and my only link to life. Any minuscule drop of praise was soaked up and treasured by my heart. I craved the love for which I was never worthy.
My companion back then was Whisky, a black and tan terrier of dubious parentage.
He was my friend, my playmate, my teacher, my protector. We shared everything – food, shelter, and a particular kind of love. But Whisky was old and he left before I had a chance to really get to know him. His legacy, however, was an appreciation, an understanding, an unbounded love of all creatures, and a higher knowledge of what goes on in the mind of the canine entity we call ‘dog’.
My life moved on and I grew physically. I was healthy and robust even though my emotional development was stunted. I revelled in the small happinesses and cowered in the dark. In the presence of my parents I neither laughed nor cried. I was neither seen nor heard.
They took me in and gave me a home. Therefore, I was in their debt forever. I was owned by them. I had nothing that they didn’t give me and I was grateful for it.
My existence always hung in the balance. At any time, if I didn’t do and say what I was told to, they could send me back. So I obeyed without question.
But I knew I was different. In the midst of all that was extinguished by the cruelty of my reality, there was a spark.
While the sun shone, while the birds sang, while the flowers bloomed, I was surrounded by love. Love filled my heart and my whole being. The world was turning and I could feel it. I was a part of it.
Even when, at the age of 14, I was driven to the point of suicide, that spark would not allow me to die.
With a razor held against my arm I looked into the bathroom mirror. Behind me stood a man. Just an ordinary man, but one who’s eyes reflected a thousand sorrows and joys beyond my understanding. I dropped the razor.
“Why?” I cried. “Why do I have to live in a world where I can see no future, no hope, no love, no life. Why can’t I end this pain and start again? Why…..?”
“My dear sister, your pain tears at my heart, but your life cannot end here. You have been given great gifts. You must live long enough to learn how and when to use them.”
“I don’t want gifts. I just want the pain to end.”
“What has been given to you, you cannot give back. Look in the mirror. See those ancient eyes of yours. You have already seen the worst and best that man can be. Now you must learn to understand him. You must learn to love him as you love all creatures of the world. You must learn to heal his broken soul and restore balance and harmony as you do with all the other animals.”
“Why?”
“I gave your mother a name when you were born. I had her name you for the white heather that grows where the sun kisses the meadows. You are the protector against evil, the spark of light in the darkness. You see what others cannot. You understand what they are not given to understand. You feel what they cannot feel. If you look for hope, you will not find it. You are hope. Why do you look for love when you are love? But as yet, you are still a child. Before you can learn to live for you, you must first learn to live for life itself. Love for love itself. Hope for hope alone. You must learn to feel, understand and love the power and the majesty of all you are. Then you will be who you are. I believe in you as you believe in me.”
I blinked and he was gone.
The reflection in the mirror was the same as it always was when I looked back at it. Gangly, ugly, skin so ravaged it was painful. Nobody could love what I saw in that reflection. Nobody could see past the ugliness of the outer cover. No-one wanted to. I was reviled, stared at, made fun of and turned away from everywhere I went. I was the butt of every practical joke and cruel innuendo.
But there was something in those eyes if I dared to look. Ancient eyes. They could be a blue as deep as the night sky, as grey as a cloudy day, or as deep a green as any ocean. Those eyes had seen. Those eyes knew things.
As for the rest of the body? Well, so much for the “power and majesty”!
Well, my friends, it’s been a very long journey from that tortured teenager to SHIVA.
Life got in the way of a lot of things. I put aside my writing, my art, music, spiritual healing and most of the non-physical, non-practical pursuits to have a career, to be married, and to raise children.
Life’s like that. It takes you on a journey even though you’re not aware you’re going anywhere at all.
So now that the children are all grown up and have lives of their own, I’ve had the time to rediscover things I didn’t even realise I’d missed. Things such as my writing, my art and music, my love of dance, light, crystals, movement and, most of all, my love of life.
Many of us are getting our paints, our drums, our flutes, out of the closets and dusting them off. Many of us are trying new things and discovering depths to ourselves we never had time to explore.
I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard: “I used to do that…” “I used to dance too…” “I used to play music…” “I used to paint…” “I wish I’d tried this sooner…”
Come on, admit it. There are things you used to enjoy that you’ve been thinking about taking up again. Or, there are things you’ve just discovered an interest in and you want to learn more.
That’s why Kaye and I started SHIVA.
We wanted to get together with other people like us. People who enjoy the company of other like-minded souls. People who’d like to “come out of the closet” with their art, writing, music, dancing, spirituality… People who’ve already lived more than half their lives and now want to stand up and say: “Hey! I don’t care if you think I’m weird. I’m LIVING and I’m loving every minute of it!”
Why Shiva?
The Indian God, Shiva, is the embodiment of all things artistic, musical, spiritual, energetic and beautiful.
Like me, you’ve probably heard of Shiva – isn’t she that Indian Goddess with all the arms? – I hear you ask. Yes, that’s what I thought too. Well, you have to admit, he is rather pretty.
To find out more about Shiva himself, look him up on the internet. There’s more information on there than you’ll ever want or need to know about him.
Our more personal connection to the God Shiva was a rather odd spiritual experience.
He just kept popping up everywhere!
Once Kaye and I began to talk about getting a group together, Shiva started to appear to us literally everywhere we went. There suddenly seemed to be Shiva statues in every shop, Shiva posters on walls, his image on incense, in books, in the clouds, everywhere!
When we were searching for a name – some kind of label our small group could be identified by – Shiva appeared, and appeared, and appeared, and… well, I didn’t say we were all that bright. We didn’t get it the first hundred times.
We did get it eventually, though, and Shiva has kindly offered his guidance and inspiration to us, for which we will forever be grateful.
So… if you think you’d like to join us for a casual get-together and afternoon tea at Kaye’s, please come along.
There will be loads of talking, fun, laughter and sharing as we all get to know each other and learn a little about inspiring each other in our artistic pursuits – no matter what they may be.
Throw your dreams to the universe, my friends,
and let the journey begin.
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