Do You Forgive Yourself?

March 7th, 2010
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‘I understand the wounds
That have not healed in you.

They exist
Because God and love
Have yet to become real enough

To allow you to forgive the dream.’

- ‘Forgive The Dream’, by Hafiz (from The Gift, Translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

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It would seem that I’m being taught a thing or two about forgiveness at the moment. It began a few weeks back when I decided to get in back in contact with a friend I’d lost touch with some months earlier. We’d argued, for the first time in our friendship, and neither of us had spoken since. Despite feelings of sadness, there was a part of me that felt willing to let the friendship fade; I thought perhaps it was a natural ending, a moving on, a closing of a long and happy relationship. But I was forgetting that often things which end acrimoniously usually hold a within them a blessing. Sometimes many. At the time I didn’t see it.

forgive-handFortunately another part of me chose to stay open to some kind of reconciliation. My sense was that if I kept my heart open, the space would be held for the friendship to grow again – if it needed to. Almost six months had passed when I had a powerful dream about my friend. So the next day I got in touch by text, to test the waters and let her know I was thinking of her. The communication opened up from there. In a step towards healing the wounds between us, I asked her for her forgiveness. At which point I realised that until that moment I’d been waiting for an apology. And so was she. We’d been in a deadlock of hurt feelings.

But I’d now wandered into unfamiliar territory. What was I doing, asking for forgiveness for something I’d felt to be justified? And was my asking for my friend’s forgiveness merely a smokescreen for the assumption that she’d reciprocate? Was this just my way of getting her to apologise?

A power-struggle was emerging, and I didn’t want what was intended as an olive branch to turn into a rotten old stick. So I took a moment to reflect, to look beneath the surface of appearances. I remembered something I’d read about how the best way to diffuse power games in relationships is to serve. I asked myself the question, ‘Is this asking for forgiveness a genuine act of service, or am I looking for something in return?’ Immediately I recognised the part of me that wanted an apology, that was holding on to past hurts and ‘wrongdoings’. I saw just how much it wanted to be right. Then, hiding away behind all that wanting, I saw its deeper wish to be loved. When seen from that perspective, forgiveness comes easy. It became clear that before asking anyone else for their forgiveness, I first had to forgive myself. I had to forgive my ego; its clinging to the past, its need to be right, its simple forgetfulness of the love that I am.

It was my ego, in its quest for one-upmanship, that was asking my friend for forgiveness. It believed that by taking the first step, by asking for her forgiveness when it was her that ‘should’ be apologising, it’d come out on top. What had at first seemed like a simple, altruistic act was suddenly rather complicated. But that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way it seems. We notice a knot in our thinking or intention that blocks the flow of spirit in our lives, and we embark upon the task of unraveling it. Once unraveled we get a glimpse, sometimes more, of that which lays within; the beauty of no-thing. Nothing in need of justification. Nothing to prove. And nothing to forgive.

forgiveness quote After some time spent unraveling the complexities of my ego, I emailed my friend anyway, asking for her forgiveness. In doing so I wasn’t asking her to pardon my behaviour or past events; I was asking her to forgive the part of me that had yet to give itself back to God. Except I didn’t say it quite like that, nor did I give an explanation or feel the need to share the process I was going through. I’d forgiven myself, in this moment, and was free to ask her for hers.

Yet despite being dangerous territory, in terms of it’s potential to generate further karmas if dished out from a position of superiority, forgiveness is essential ground to cover if we’re to release ourselves from the shackles of the ego and express our true nature: that of love. So by all means forgive. Forgive everyone and everything, but perhaps ask yourself first: In forgiving someone or something, are you not perpetuating the illusion that this one or thing is outside of yourself? Are you not that very person or event that has come into your life to reveal your pain? In which case, can you welcome the experience, open your heart to the messenger and give thanks for this opportunity to take another step closer to this love that you are?

Forgive yourself, in all your manifestations, no matter how far from the truth they may appear – and you’re on the road to lasting freedom. That is of course until the next time your ego takes over the wheel and you forget who’s driving! But then you remember. And so on and so forth until one day you stop forgetting and find that there’s nothing you need to remember. But for now, practise forgiveness; and watch as its simple magic brings a healing touch to your relationships.

© Natalie Fee 2010

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I Am Happiness

January 3rd, 2010

 

I Am Happiness

 

Stop hiding from me my beloved

Come out from behind all your reasons

All your excuses and limiting beliefs

That tell you I’m not here

 

Learn to walk with me my beloved

Chastise me no more for playing hard to get

When really it’s you that’s been unavailable

Too busy ticking boxes to feel my presence beside you

 

I am here for you my beloved

Feel my arms wrapped around your shoulders

Hear my voice whispering sweet words in your ears

I am Happiness, and I want you to know me 

 

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© Natalie Fee 2010 

Take Me, I’m Yours

January 2nd, 2010

 

Take Me, I’m Yours

‘Take me, I’m Yours’ I’ve often said
My words directed at Spirit
Yet only now do I realise
I can’t give all of myself in one go
As I’d once imagined.

It seems Spirit only takes
What I can afford in the moment
Plucking only the sweetest fruit from my boughs
Leaving the rest to ripen
Under the gentle rays of its Light.

x

© Natalie Fee 2010 

My first word of the year

January 1st, 2010

 My First Word of the Year
 

My first word of the year was ‘Om’
The second was Your Name
Then for a time there was 
Nothing else to do

But to rest in the peace
Of the ascending moment
To listen to the sound
Of This Love.

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© Natalie Fee 2010 

An Aussie Christmas Update…

December 22nd, 2009

As you may know, I’m down under for the next two months, taking some time to visit my relatives and to finish writing my first book.

The book is going great – however the lack of office and stable internet connection has meant that other areas of my work are going at a slower speed than anticipated! But that’s okay. I’m seeing the value in taking ‘time out’ from the usual schedule to recharge, reconnect and re-evaluate! But, as you may have noticed, it’s meant that whizz-bang things like twitter, facebook and my blog have taken a back-seat. For now. To all of you who’ve recently got the RSS or have connected with friendfeed – I’m not usually this quiet. Honest :) And I’m delighted you found me. My intentions for the new year is to use this blog, as it slowly integrates with my website (or vice versa), as a place to share more of my poetry. But for now, with travels and borrowed internet connections, my sharings may well be a bit sparse :)

Today it was 40 degrees. I remember before leaving England talking to one of my favourite authors and source of much inspiration – Glennie Kindred. We were talking about the energy of Winter in England, of going into the darkness to prepare the soil for the growth of the coming Spring. We spoke of Winter being a time to cultivate the seeds – ideas and projects – we intend to grow next year. And then I jetted off to the sunshine ;) My question to Glennie was, at the time, so can I do all my ‘winter work’ whilst in the blazing heat of the Aussie summer? She felt I could. And I am. Without trying to winter whilst in the sunshine, I’m finding that the ‘winter work’ is very much unfolding. You can read more about Glennie’s work and our conversation in the May edition of the Green Parent Magazine, 2010.

As for things aside from ‘work’ here down under (see my post on ‘no more holidays’ to understand why ‘work’ is in inverted commas), my heart is happy to be visiting some incredible spirit-places (more explanations of these my last post!), and my body’s happy to be receiving all this sunshine. If I could wrap some up into my words and upload them into this post I would :)   But for now, here’s wishing you a very merry Christmas and a truly energising and enlightening 2010.

Tuning In To Your Power Places

October 11th, 2009

(If you’re living in the UK you may well have seen the full version of this article in this season’s Connections Magazine.. but for those of you who don’t here’s a shortened version of it, all about making connections with the right places!)

No doubt you’re familiar with the concept of certain places being sacred – there are plenty of very well known ones around the world- but many people don’t know why they’re considered so. They just know that they hold a ‘certain kind of energy’. And they’re right! A power place holds spiritualising energy – that is to say an empowering spirit. If you enter this charged space, and are resonant with the spirit there, you’ll receive an empowerment – a gift – from the spirit there. This is why some people have been known to develop mystical powers or experience some form of healing after visiting a power place. Yet not all power places are famous. It could be a quiet garden somewhere. Or a crypt in a church. Even a statue in the middle of a busy high street. If an empowering spirit dwells there, it’s a power place.
Arunachala - Ramana Maharshi's preceptor

Arunachala - Ramana Maharshi's preceptor

Empowering gifts from Spirit

Why do we need to visit these places? Because empowerments bring us the energy we need to go beyond our current challenges, to heal areas of our life in need of healing. Take the Buddha for example, who received various empowerments from his time sat under the Bodhi tree. Or Ramana Maharshi, an Indian saint who lived at the foot of his ‘beloved’ – a mountain called Arunachala. Once received, these new flows of energy have the potential to illuminate your spiritual journey – whatever path you may be on – by increasing your higher awareness. And, as happens naturally when you gain a higher perspective, you see more. More of what you need to do next. Or not do.

Glastonbury’s Hidden Wealth

Glastonbury Tor - a gateway to higher energy

Glastonbury Tor - a gateway to higher energy

Glastonbury has long been recognised as a pilgrimage place – a hub of spirituality and healing. And it’s not surprising, as Glastonbury is most unusual in that it boasts a number of wonderful power places. For thousands of years people have been coming to Glastonbury to spend time on the Tor, drink the healing waters of Chalice Well and form relationships with the many spirits that reside in Glastonbury’s wealth of power places.

Wherever you find yourself, there’s always something to be done to increase your receptivity to the environment. You many find you need to leave a certain place or room, or stay and meditate a while. Here are a few simple tips to help you recognise what’s right for you. . .

Increasing Your Receptivity to Nature’s Gifts

Be Mindful (of Yourself)
Next time you’re out and about, in the town or in the countryside, practice being mindful. By this I mean quiet your mind, as much as possible, and be present. The more caught up in our thoughts we are, the less able we are to hear the constant signals from our environment.

Be Attentive (to Your Surroundings)
Even in the city, practice being present. Some of the most powerful spirit places can be found in the most unassuming places. An old chapel, a rose garden, a monument – be aware of the places you feel drawn to, and what you need to do when you’re there.

Be Receptive (to the Spirit)
You can ask yourself three simple questions when visiting a power place:
• Does this feel like the right place?
• Does my body feel like it’s in the right position?
• Am I concentrating on the present moment?

Doing this while attending a spirit place will help you to become increasingly receptive to its empowerments, energies which, if you have the good fortune to receive, can bring about all kinds of lasting positive change in your life.

Enjoy!

Natalie x

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Want to experience empowerments in Glastonbury? Come along for the Hallow’s Eve Empowerment Tour – 31st October 2009 – just six places remaining!

To Fly or Not to Fly?

September 15th, 2009

Much as I’d love to shimmy around this topic altogether, to avoid confrontation and have a quiet life – I can’t. Especially seeing as I’ll most likely be writing about my experiences whilst here and you would have found me out sooner or later. So I’m fessing up. It was only a matter of time (given that I’m writing for the Green Parent!) before I’d have to lay my cards on the table for all to see, at which point you’d notice that out of a full pack, not many of them are particularly green. There are definitely plenty of pastel-green hues, but you’ll be struggling to find a really green one in there. So there we are, I’m green-ish, but evidently, given that I’m about to blow around 3,300kgs1 of CO2 into the atmosphere (13,200kgs if you count the whole family), I’m not exactly green.

I’ve done my permaculture design course, lived off-grid in a bender in the woods, become a freecycle fan, not to mention having had my fair share of eco-warrior boyfriends – a pretty good green track record. But flying? Not even for emergency reasons but simply because I wanted to spend time with my Australian family? It’s surely a no-no for anyone wanting to lighten their load on the planet. Yet it’s a dilemma facing many people today – especially amongst conservationists who choose to fly to remote areas to work and study the effects of global warming! Hhmm.

Even in my own circle of friends, the subject is taboo. It used to be for me too. I wrestled with it for years, working out if carbon offsets could appease my guilty conscience (which, after further research into the carbon offset ‘industry’, it seemed they couldn’t). I tried to work out if the ‘good’ that I was going to do when I reached my destination would somehow outweigh the ‘bad’ that I’d accrued by getting there. And I looked at alternative, overland travel. This option, had I a few spare thousand pounds and a few extra months, could have been viable. But I didn’t. So how did I end the internal struggle that had been weighing on my shoulders every time I had the opportunity to fly somewhere? I came to it, not by way of any deep, scientific analysis, nor by way of resignation to the ‘well they’re flying anyway’ mind-set, but through deep listening to my energy. By my energy, I mean my spirit. The part of me that quietly observes all my ups and downs, my wobbles and my triumphs. I’ve learnt, through various means, that when I focus my attention on my energy, I’m able to sense if it’s ascending or descending. Ideally (if increasing our awareness of who we really are is something we value), it should be ascending at all times. This is quite a task, as, being human and all that, we tend to spend far more time engaging in descending activities than we do ascending ones. Thankfully, it’s well within our power to change this – and quite possibly our reason for being here in the first place.

So now, when I focus on a choice (what to eat, what to write, who to hang out with, where to go etc) I can get a sense of how that choice will effect my energy. This came, over the years, as a huge sense of relief to me, as I was increasingly able to regain control of my life from my beliefs, judgements, should’s and could’s, and place it back in the gentle (although not exactly soft) hands of my spirit. Instead of deliberating endlessly over questions like ‘What should I do?’, I look within. It sounds clichéd, I know, but it works. And yet, of course, it’s not an easy path to tread. As it often happens, others around you might think you’re selfish, bonkers or even deluded. Sometimes all three. And they may well be right. But the stronger your sense of your spirit, and your sense of what you need to do to be more in tune with it, the less bothered you become by others opinions on how you’re living your life. And, oddly enough, the more you accept their way of living theirs.

Still, as I write this, I’m aware of thoughts and feelings rising up to the surface.  ‘What will they think?’ ‘What if people don’t agree?’ I notice the thoughts come up. I notice how I feel. And I check my energy to see how it’s doing. Focusing on my writing, it’s ascending.

Focusing on my anxiety, it starts to fall. So I follow my spirit, and keep writing. I realise I may be putting myself in the firing line, but that’s what I need to do. And you may have guessed that flying to Australia (and, she says, reluctantly pulling that last grey card out from up her sleeve, to France this year) came out as OK.

A Different View - photo © Javier Borja (www.jbfotografia.blogspot.com)

A Different View - photo © Javier Borja (www.jbfotografia.blogspot.com)

Perhaps it’s because the places I’ll visit hold empowerments for me. Or maybe it’s for my son to spend time with his grandparents. But I don’t need to know why at this point. I’m following my spirit, and so far, it’s never let me, or those around me, down. In fact, it seems to have done quite the opposite.

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Further resources:
chooseclimate.org
jpmorganclimatecare.com/projects/portfolios/2009/
personal sessions to help you make the right choices for you
Living with Energy Awareness Training

On running in the rain

September 3rd, 2009

Today has begun quite swimmingly. Almost literally as I found myself out jogging in the middle of a torrential downpour with rivers of rainwater splashing at my heels and soaking my feet. And I loved it. I’ve discovered that jogging in the rain is really quite nice, whereas for me, walking in the rain is quite a bore. I like to walk with my hands free (one of my daily practices includes a ‘power walk’ – happy to tell you what that is if you ask me!), so a walk in the rain doesn’t involve an umbrella. And, as I’m walking, that usually means I’m going somewhere and don’t want to get wet. Hence a raincoat and a leather hat. But running in the rain is a different thing altogether! I’m not going anywhere in particular so I don’t need to stay dry. As I get hot and sweaty (as opposed to cold and damp) the rain kindly cools me off. And still there’s more to it than this. I’m enjoying the rain instead of cursing it, and that is the loveliest feeling of all. I’m not a fan of rain, so it’s nice to enjoy the power, the wetness, the freshness – of each drop as it falls from the sky.

And now, with soggy trainers hanging from the radiator, I’m here, at my desk, full of the joy of rain and ready for a day’s work. Wishing you a bright day, even if the clouds are grey.

:)

At the Beloved’s Feet

August 7th, 2009

Gosh.. what a lot of inspiration one can get from a tree. As you’ll see, from flicking down the past few blog posts, my writing’s been rather heavily influenced of late by my garden. No doubt due to the fact my desk looks out onto it, and the Plum Tree (yes, she has capital letters now) stands about 10 feet away from my desk.

In the world of energy-speak, I’ve formed a beneficial relationship with the spirit that resides in the Plum Tree. I’ve written an article about this kind of thing in this season’s Connections magazine (for non-UK readers of this post – feel free to email/tweet me and I’ll send you the latest newsletter with an abridged version of the article) so I won’t go into it here! (And also because there’s a rather lovely sunset happening outside that I’d quite like to enjoy!)

Suffice to say that the Plum Tree has been a source of inspiration and nourishment (see post below!) for me over these past few weeks.. unfortunately I can’t share the jam with you, but I can share the poem, written for the Lammas ceremony at Chalice Well last weekend.

With love x :) x

Plums n Mums

July 28th, 2009

Today I made plum jam. And my god does it feel good.  (It tastes pretty decent too!) Home-made, sugar-free plum jam, complete with pretty lids and elastic bands. It may not sound like a big achievement, but I feel it is. As a 30 year old whose culinary prowess rarely stretches beyond a thirty-minute prep time, whose days are spent primarily in front of a screen and whose mother, by the time I was old enough to learn how to cook, was not a stay-at-home-mum. In fact, she worked long days and expected us to stir fry up some chicken and chuck in a ready-made sauce for her return. Fair enough.

But the point I’m trying to make is that, like many other women my age, making jam, along with cakes and pastry, is something we don’t do very often. If at all. We’re busy. If it’s not work it’s the kids. And, quite probably, even if we did want to do it, it would involve recipe books or a good rummage around google to get the k-now how. (All those years of ready-made sauces have left their scars.) Yes we have Nigella. But is she really a modern-day Mrs Beeton? A font of all things home-made and well-turned out? Enter the mother-in-law. As I was boiling up the plums this afternoon I remembered I’d need to sterilise the jars before plopping the jam in. And I knew exactly what to do.

A few years ago, just after my son was born, I spent some time living with my then mother-in-law. A super traditional, cake-baking, west-end show humming kind of lady. Quiche? Whip one up in a jiffy. Crumble – ha! – less than five minutes and it’s in the oven. Pies, pickles… and jam. In just under a year, in the time we spent brushing bottoms in her welsh kitchen (it was very tiny) I’d unwittingly been her apprentice. I learnt how to make pastry. Good pastry. How to make casseroles and shepherds pies. And we made jam. Wonderfully tasty, incredibly sugary blackberry jam.

So today, when faced with the sheer amount of plums about to rot on the tree, I knew what I had to do. Although, admittedly, I did have to call on my google oracle to find a sugar-free recipe. The mother-in-law just didn’t think the words ’sugar-free’ and ‘jam’ should exist in the same sentence. Google however, was au-fait with my dietary requirements, giving me more than ten versions on the theme to choose from. A kilo of plums and a pint of concentrated apple juice later and I was away.

Yes I really did make this! :) (Photo copyright cymaticplanet)

Yes I really did make this! :) (Photo copyright cymaticplanet)

But it was my time spent with the mother-in-law that had given me the confidence to do it this time on my own. I remembered the great feeling came from seeing the pots of jam all lined up and labeled, whose fruits I’d only picked a few hours earlier from the garden and the lanes. I knew it could be done and that it was relatively simple. The same goes for me and pastry. Admittedly I don’t make it often, but that’s more down to me not eating much wheat than it being down to not knowing how.

There’s something wonderful about learning from our mothers and female relatives. Of course it’s not gender-exclusive, lots of guys like to cook, but there’s a certain kind of magic that happens when an older woman passes her knowledge down to the next generation. Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn’t my mother that I was so ready to learn from her and take her advice – I know I’m not alone in having gone through a rebellion against my own mother! But this kind of practical transmission is very much in decline. As is that kind of cooking. The super-traditional grandmas and mothers are dying out, as the next generation of tech-savvie, career mums are taking their places. No doubt many of them absolute whizzes at the art of nutritional but fast food. As our families live further apart from each other than ever before, our children are less likely to spend much time at grannies or with their aunties, as are we less likely to spend time with our mothers and grandmothers. But despite this, there still may come a time when we’re inspired to preserve or pickle or bake. And in that moment, you can bet that even if grannie’s long gone, google will be there to show you the ropes. Just don’t expect it to hum a tune that somehow radiates the sense of all being well in the world when you press enter. That I’m afraid, is only to be found in the realm of real-life role models.

I didn’t realise at the time just how valuable those months in the mother-in-law’s kitchen were to prove. And for them I’m most grateful. If you don’t happen to have a benevolent mother-in-law or a sweet-smelling granny to hand, do not despair. Get yourself an apron, a copy of Mrs Bee’s and learn a few west end songs… and you’re away.

Jammin.