Charnwood Grove organised and ran a number of creative writing sessions via zoom during the Covid lockdown 2 period, each session chose a specific subject and using some key inspirational words, the participants crafted these magnificent creations.
Session 3- Tuning In
Tuning In
Non-ordinary reality is like a remote island. It seems intangible and the only way to reach it is by a long journey. It cannot be physical. It requires a metaphysical tuning in, an expressed intention to reach out, across a seemingly vast distance to unknown beings.
The first time one journeys, the route is a mystery. There is no map, just a starting point, an end point and a seeming void between. It takes a leap of faith to step into that void, to push your boat out into the boundless ocean that separates you from your goal.
You need faith that there is someone, some being, some entity, even a friendly ocean current, that can guide you to your destination; that, if you reach out, it will take pity on you, feeding you with information, guiding you through the unknown ways.
It takes courage to trust that which you do not know, to tune in to a wavelength that may help or harm you. How do you judge? Do you judge, or do you suspend judgement, thought and self, allowing the flow to take you there?
Escape to Connect
Humm drum, buzzing, pinging. White light, Blue light & Sodium light.
Polluting our world with meaningless distractions, filling our lives with dross, I want it all to go away.
I want the clear air, the changing light, the whisp of wind, the falling rain, the rustle of the leaves, the flash of wings, the pink morning clouds, the grey day drizzle. The march of the ants, the creep of the bramble, the burst of the blossom, the footsteps of the caterpillar… I want to be a caterpillar.
I want to climb high on a bough and stumble upon a leaf, munching on the edge until the urge to wrap myself up in a tight safe cocoon overwhelms me, sleep for a month and awaken with bright coloured wings on a warm summer’s day. Sip sweet nectar from beautiful flowers glowing iridescent to attract me. ME, I am important to them, invited to indulge then dance in the air with ancestral twists and turns.
Nobody asked me if it was OK to fill my world with senseless meaningless distractions!
Being us
All the friends around me in the air –
And me too fast to still and say hello
Remembering the loving ones are there
No bodies, voices, touch – but even so.
They are us, I am them, we blend
A rush of life and charge of fizzing sense
Whatever breaks is easier to mend
A chance to calm and free whatever’s tense.
I thank you, all the spirit people here
Receiving as I do your blessed grace
Trusting you, and moving through the fear
To find what’s offered in your loving space.
Released from something held to something free
Breathing easy, I was born for this
I hold intention, smile, and let it be
Your gift, our skill, to move towards the mist.
Broken
My staff is broken; I no longer sing,
no longer soar through clouds.
Through hazy buzzing afternoons,
No spirits seek me out or speak to me.
I broke my staff; I can no longer sing,
no longer walk through groves and glades.
All hazy buzzing afternoons to me
are gone.
When all was stopped my singing stopped,
now all is silent in this head.
I wanted everything to stop,
and stop it did.
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