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The Human Spirit

31/10/2016

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Distant memories slip in,
Somehow making their way through the crack,
However, now they are welcome…
Although bitter and painful,
Now the tears feel rejuvenating,
There is a certain openness,
No barriers,
No armor,
I am open…
Vulnerable…
A most BEAUTIFUL feeling.
There is no blame, feeling sorry, anger, or guilt,
There is no judgment of this heartbreaking event.
Sorrow exists but at the same time it feels amazing!
I feel relief,
Maybe because I am allowing myself to feel it,
My emotions speak,
My body can express,
“It is ok,”
I am grateful,
It is different,
Its “hurts” yet in a good way,
In a cathartic way,
I guess the difference is I do not judge it,
It just is,
I am not trying to comprehend, understand, question, or blame,
There is nothing,
Only complete openness,
Complete VULNERABILITY,
One of the most beautiful feelings we can ever surrender to.
No walls,
Only allowance,
Everything is welcome,
I turn the filter button OFF.
I can feel,
I can breathe,
I can hurt,
Or I can be happy…
It is all the same.
There is no defense… a most liberating feeling!
This vulnerability accompanies,
GRATEFULNESS,
It cannot be separated,
It makes way together,
So that these memories, these feelings can no longer have any intensity…
Any hold on my life,
They are just there floating,
They are no longer solid,
They are there and it is ok,
I watch in wonder,
They are flying around,
I observe them,
I no longer cling to them,
I can only look at them and feel that deep gratefulness,
I know now the difference.
A difference that is out of our control.
I can shed tear after tear for years,
Feel pain judging it as bad and destructive,
Twenty years can go by and there it still remains,
I hold on to my conclusions,
It feels bitter,
I feel despair,
“It is bad,”
It feels terrible,
Only becoming more solid within myself,
I build more barriers,
Adding more bricks to my wall,
I can cry all I want,
Do as much therapy as I want,
Try to ignore it as much as I can,
There it will always be.
I am solidifying it within myself.
The more bricks I add the more hold it has upon me,
When it comes to the surface, I wish it never happened,
I curse it,
I do not want to think about it.
What I have become unaware of is that by building that wall,
I am keeping it trapped, alive, it cannot leave.
I am actually drowning myself,
Boxing myself in,
I hold on to the illusion that I am keeping everything out,
When in truth….
I am keeping everything in.
What if we did the opposite?
What if we did not take down a brick each year but took a sledge hammer,
Obliterating the wall until …
There is nothing but dust?
Immediately you feel fear when I say this…
“OH No! I can’t!!”
“But then I will have to feel it,”
“But I will break down,”
“I will loose control,”
As if we have any control to begin with!
As if it is not there and we feel it more intensely than ever,
What if it is the opposite?
What if when that wall comes down we actually experience something truly miraculous?
Then it will no longer control us,
Nothing will,
It cannot…
We have no defense,
No wall,
What if we no longer judged our body? Our feelings and allowed them to be?
You will be VERY surprised!
It will come when it will come,
It will be what it will be,
As long as we don’t tense up when it surfaces,
Hiding behind that wall,
Trying to control it,
Judge it,
For then change can actually occur,
A catharsis can begin,
A letting go,
Allowing it to be,
“It is ok,” say,
Then you will experience that difference,
Traveling to the complete opposite of the spectrum.
It now feels wonderful,
It fills you up with warm fuzzy feelings,
A “pain” that feels good,
It begins to float away,
You can actually feel YOU,
Experience you,
You are allowing yourself to be with no judgment,
The only thing that can exist at this moment is love and gratitude…
For yourself and everyone and everything around you,
You are empowered.
You do not even have to judge the wall,
Let it be for as long as it wants to be,
Do not force it,
It will happen on its own,
When you least expect it.
Embrace the joy of putting up the wall,
Enjoy the time it is up,
And then enjoy watching it disappear,
For it is all beauty,
The beauty of life,
Of living,
The gift of vulnerability….
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Step Outside The Train

28/10/2016

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I discovered this song the other day and loved it. I got the thought  while dancing to it to write whatever comes to me from this song Here is what came…:-)

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Riding a train…
In high speed,
Traveling through mountain tops,
Everything flashes by,
It all appears as an illusion.
I use my mind’s eye,
To slow it down,
“Damn it does not work!”
I try something different…
I allow my mind and body to get lost in it,
I become it,
Flashing by…
Travelling…
I do not control, nor am I controlled.
Not only can I withstand it,
I am no longer dizzy,
I am all that,
I am lost in the dance,
I see potential.
I can move even faster,
As I speed it up,
I can create whatever I want,
I can travel in between anything I choose,
Even in between the rivers.
I am the speed of light,
I am no longer the train,
I am outside of the train,
My body is the train,
But I extend WAY beyond that.
I extend out beyond all borders, past countries, and beyond…..
Until I am among each ocean, forest, animal, plant, human & planet.
I encompass everything,
There is everything and nothing.
It is all one, one thing,
Particles…energy.
That is all that exists, everything is just creation.
The creation of our reality,
Which is shaped by whether we choose to see through our eyes…
Or through our perception.
Nothing exists and everything exists.
Nothing exists permanently…
It is constantly changing,
One second to the next.
If we tried to stop, change, or control the train it would STOP.
Remaining right there where it sits.
People moving in and out,
Sitting & eating.
The train remains anchored.
A train that enjoys stability, routine, certainty, and answers.
No creation,
No movement can take place.
Until…
It no longer knows it is a train.
All it knows is what exists right there in front of it,
It does not realize it can move,
Travel,
Expand and cover the world.
There is nothing else. Only the area in which it is anchored….
Nothing else exists.
It has never seen anything else therefore everything else is pure fantasy.
It will not try to move,
Or travel,
The train’s reality does not extend any further.
It remains there.
Perhaps until one day it becomes aware that this reality it has created is an illusion,
The train is not bound by anyone or anything,
It can be & go….
Speed as fast as it desires,
Creating a different reality,
& maybe some other trains will notice and realize they have that potential too…
The world will include more and more trains…
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Introducing Aglaia

26/10/2016

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https://treeadryadsdreams.wordpress.com/2016/10/27/introducing-aglaia/I met this goose at Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. I named her Aglaia (Αγλαΐα).

Αγλαΐα was one of the three Charites. The goddess of beauty, splendor, glory, magnificence, and adornment. 
There was something special about her, her curiosity and essence. She made an impression on me. Not afraid at all she came right up. I watched her for about twenty minutes among the others and she made me feel extremely calm.
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So many times people walk by one miracle after the other. Unaware of the beauty that surrounds us. Too busy to stop and look, missing out on sharing such beautiful moments, with other people, an animal, an insect or plant. If we just stopped to notice we would discover there is beauty around every corner.

Aglaia has a strong presence. I will let the photos speak for themselves:

​https://treeadryadsdreams.wordpress.com/2016/10/27/introducing-aglaia/


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A Writer....

25/10/2016

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“A writer is…an artist, a soldier, a dreamer, a poet, a philosopher, a prophet no one wants to hear, a leader, a subversive follower, a supplicant and a spy.”
-Lauren Sapala

 
      I posted this quote yesterday on facebook. Upon searching for an image on the internet I found this one, that strongly resonated with me. Little did I know is that it was Sappho (Σαπφώ) from Greece. Funny enough that same day I wanted to find some kind of beautiful Greek poem and I asked one of my friends and he just gave me the name Sappho whom I knew and immediately thought great idea! Then as I looked her up there was the photo. Interesting huh? Synchronicity!
    Sappho is considered one of the greatest lyric poets  and one of the few women poets we know in antiquity. She was from the island of Lesvos where she ran an academy for unmarried young women. Sappho was a lesbian and was known for her love poems. Plato named her the tenth muse. Just a side note. 
  I was pondering today the joys of writing and how it truly requires solitude and focus. For me at least it is an all day process. If I meet with friends etc. it requires me a lot more time after to get back into writing mode. It is a real commitment. 
  I just love sitting and writing all day whether in the park  where I am inspired by nature or sitting alone on the bed typing away. I just simply love creating! whether writing, taking photographs, drawing, dancing anything it gives me life...it is the air that I breathe..a necessity for my spirit to be fully joyful.....
    I love not knowing where it will lead, what the next moment will bring. You never know where the story will go, how it will begin and there is simply no need to. It is exciting, unknown, spontaneous, the same way I view life. 
You can create whatever you want, it can begin one way then you can choose something else and go in another direction. There is even no thought involved only intuition. It just comes….
It is a creation just like life..
"And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
– William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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Skunk Magic!

16/10/2016

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I am sooooo ecstatically happy right now!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night I was feeling all crazy freaking out being in the city so took a walk outside in the rain, with the awesome occasional wind, and various trees it was very grounding. I was thinking how the hell do people live in a city. TTTHHHHEEENNN I see a skunk!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been desiring to see one my whole life I LOVE them!!! Especially since I came to Canada I have been really wanting too..I am so freaken happy..I walked off beaming ...mood switched 180 degrees..I started admiring the various beautiful wet colored leaves on the pavement as I was walking..the trees and flowers around...I walk to the park and guess what!!! ANOTHER skunk!!!! yuupppeeee this one just hung around there I sat with it for 15 minutes...I am soooo freaken happpyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! 
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My Body Speaks...

12/10/2016

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In sadness…
In sorrow…
In joy…
I dance.
My body rejoices no matter what.
It requests to move… to express,
To lift that which remains stagnant & blocked,
Every emotion,
Every feeling,
Comes alive,
Among my hands…
Fingers,
Hips,
Legs & feet,
Stomach,
Eyes,
Chest…
The entire body speaks,
It cannot lie,
I actually cannot control it,
Nor do I wish to,
I allow the body to release,
To express,
What is hidden beneath the surface.
No matter how long,
I allow us to dance away,
I give us all the time we require,
To lift all sorrows.
The more I let go…
The more my body and I feels…
I am no longer a captive within your reality or mine,
I am just being.
I am amazed at the clarity & diversity of movement,
If I ever grow wings I would imagine flight would feel like this.
There is only I now,
Everyone else’s thoughts, ideas, views, & feelings are no longer confused with mine,
I am me…
There is nothing other than expression,
It’s almost as if this is all my body has been requesting all along,
 To move…
To dance…
The same as breathing.
I wonder what it would be like if no matter where I was …
In the middle of the city,
When an emotion or feeling arose I would burst into dance?
Allowing my body to feel it fully,
Express it,
The dance is telling my story…
There is no need for actual words,
Each movement utters a word,
The body speaks…
The story unravels in dance,
There is no need to state anything to you,
With dance you will know...
Dance is a form of speech…
My form of speech.
It is not just my throat that wishes to express…
 But my entire body,
It all has something to share,
Every part of my being speaks to you,
Every muscle…
Every cell…
It is all alive,
I cannot be limited to the throat,
It all wishes to share something,
My whole being is free,
My whole body speaks…
It dances…
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     My name is Gaia (Γαία) and I was born on the beautiful lush island of Kos, along the Aegean sea of Greece, where Hippocrates, the "father of medicine" was born. I am a writer (favorite being children's stories and fairy tales), artist, dancer, modern day Greek Mythologist, nature dweller, photographer, traveler, dreamer, and creator.  I love creativity...I love all nature, especially trees.

    One of my greatest joys is connecting people with nature in which I have spent most of my life in solitude contemplating and enjoying its wisdom, and empowering people to be their authentic selves, reconnecting them to their true essence and calling in life. 


    At the moment I am following my passion writing my fairy tale books.



    "Lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining."
    -Anne Lamott 


    You can follow me on:

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    On Twitter: 
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    You can also find videos and subscribe to my youtube channel here: 

    https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0S2fLB4M4zdfYNem8E2slQ
    (For children stories)

    https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvgjnpdZAi0ppw5qMQdmNjw
    (With all sorts)

    My other blog:
    https://treeadryadsdreams.wordpress.com/

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    Other website:
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