The Wilder Gifts of the Spirit

As the title suggests, I am heading to Norway to present the 'Living Archives Project', to Europe and Middle East Section (Quaker organisation). I am quietly super excited. I will explain in more detail when I write the 'Norwegian blog'. In July, the Young Adult Leadership Programme will draw to a close with the last residential in Woodbroke. I am again super excited in a quiet sort of way. I am no closer to deciding what my project will be, the spirit hasn't moved me towards anything as yet. That is ok; I can wait. My mentor told me that the course attracts people in transition on a subconscious level. I imagine people change from young adult hood to adult hood, from one career to the next career. As for my transition, I still feel very much in the throws of whatever may come next after I left teaching behind for a while. I moved from the city, and suffered heart break, all huge life changing moments. I feel I have come of age in terms of mental and physical...

Sunday was supposed to be my creative day, but I really struggled to focus on anything other than work related activities. Contrary to my previous post I think I do need to go over some of the Artist's Way, but perhaps not the entire course. Just dip my little toe in and see if it helps refocus that time I set aside to focus on my creativity. 

It took me a while, but I decided I perhaps didn't need any more positive re enforcement of my creative artistic status, right now. I am going to pass on doing the artist's way entirely again, and just pick and choose what might be helpful. I think I know this now, or I am awakening the artist within or something else. I had my moment screaming it from the roof tops. That is enough.  Instead I am going to try and find a writing class, and probably push myself to take a singing lesson, despite being economically a bit short currently. Now I just need to go ahead and hone 'the thing'... And hone it again... Until it is honed...

I am trying to force myself to focus on reading the Arvon Brochure. I am not good at focusing, easily distracted. Anyway, I was told by the writing tutor at Woodbrooke I should take a formal journaling or life writing course, and I searched high and low for it, and never found it. I will have to go on another hunt for a spiritual writing course. Coming to think of it there were many little projects which didn't take off post the long course I did last year. I never got into learning about the early friends, or more about James Naylor, and I never went back over the course materials to learn more about an 'end times' spirituality. I am not too entirely sure what my project is, though my mentor thinks that my project will be this blog. I am not sure, because it feels a lot like cheating. I just produce blogs, its like a spider producing silk. What I did manage to do was get into using the Celtic Oracle I found at the centre, which was a shock to a few, I must admit. I wa...

So as a leaving present, my colleague actually gave me a copy of her own version of the 'The Artist's Way'. Is it time to try again? I am always saying how I should be more creative etc. I don't' really know the answer to that one. I have 'The Prosperous Heart' to get through at some stage. I keep replaying in my mind the day the writing tutor taught me that writing could be a means by which we communicate with the divine, and that I was just a writer, and that is basically who I was. The world just opened up to me that day, it was such a deep experience, standing beside the lake in Woodbrooke. I haven't finished the book, 'F*ck It,' perhaps because I would rather be reading Thomas Moore's, 'Care of the Soul.' I feel in need of a book which speaks to me on a deeper level, and lets me roll around there for a time. Post the end of my internship, I contemplated going back to meeting on a Sunday. I haven't done anything about t...

A week on from our wild trip to the north, and things are progressing along. I finally finished my book on Highly Sensitive People, and now I have space for the new spiritual reading I picked up last weekend. The book is called, 'F**k it,' and probably could be both light hearted and good for me. I thought whilst away that it would be good to go back to my morning pages. I managed to complete one set Monday morning. At least I tried. I had some inspiration perhaps a leading towards what my course project might end up being. I am not going to be too hopeful. Anything could happen. 

I don't think I will be going back to visit Wales this year. Not sure the broken pieces of my smashed up heart could take it, but one day, I will go back there. It will hurt like hell, but I know I should go.