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a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.


"a friend is someone who knows all about you, and still likes you" my dear DAILY PARCELS

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

oh no! not again


I am going through another 'spiritual awakening'. I can feel it in my soul. Not to mention, the dreams, or the way my bedroom feels at night - like there are crowds of people, all wanting to tell me things. When I have a nap, I hear whispers of voices but can't quite grasp what they are saying. I feel like there is a thirst in my solar plexus, for something that is missing. Or hiding, in the depths of my soul. maybe lost in childhood - the innocence of believing. My heart chakra aches. And it worries me - at times like this, I feel sad & lost and no-one can help, because it is my souls journey. It is like the angels are prodding me - just a few steps more miss robyn - seek and you shall find. Well, let me tell you, I have been seeking all my life and I haven't found it yet. why, oh why aren't we given a hand book when we are born? I sound like I have multiple personalities. or is it the moon? I never know - I just feel.
I know, breathe, Robyn, breathe

18 Comments:

Blogger Spider Girl said...

Although I seldon write about it on my public blog (except in the most general terms), I'm a pagan and when I happened upon your page, the word hedge-witch caught my eye. I love that word.

Anyway, I read a few pages of your blog and I enjoyed looking at your mixed media notebooks and collages. What a beautiful way to express yourself.

Blessed be!

11:00 am  
Blogger Tinker said...

Hi, Miss Robyn! I kept meaning to pop over here, and I finally made it - what a lovely place you have. It's beautiful!
I think the answers to the big life questions may be just like with art - it's the process, not the product...it's the seeking, not necessarily the finding (I hope that makes some sort of sense - it does in my head, but expressing it outwardly, is another thing!) It would be so handy if we came with a handbook; I remember wishing that while raising my kids - where's the manual?
We may each be on our own individual soul journey, but sometimes it's good to join up with fellow travellers, especially when we get to the dark, unfamiliar places. Do you mind if I walk along beside you for a bit?
Wishing you peace.

11:32 am  
Blogger A bird in the hand said...

I know that hollow feeling. Sylvia Browne says it's the soul's longing, i.e. homesickness for home (the other side). I don't know -- myself I think it's from something that hasn't been fulfilled yet.
Perhaps we seek too hard? I'm learning to relax with it....

xoxo

11:37 am  
Blogger Lisa said...

I had a moment last night where I realized that where all my feelings of sudden and overwhelming doom are being felt is my solar plexis...my first thought was that it was an ulcer and then i started having that familiar feeling of a belt tightening around my chest and I knew I had to do something, so I read the 3rd chapter in True Balance. I knew it would be on the solar plexis. Ahhhhh...exercises and explanations...ways of protecting your solar plexis from the negative energy of others. It's unbelievable that I'm talking like this. lol or doing these exercises but I did them and I made my solar plexis big until it enveloped me and protected me and by golly, as of right now, the pain is gone and the anxiety is gone. I think this book is going to be just the thing for you Ms. Robyn...I know it is just the thing for me. We all need to remember to keep breathing. :)

12:50 pm  
Blogger Tai said...

I came to visit via Spider Girls blog (my very best friend in the whole world) and I must say I agree with her...a very beautiful blog and very lovely expressions.

Blessed be!
Tai

3:11 pm  
Blogger Giggles said...

Hello Robyn, I have often felt that same thirst much of which I have narrowed to my menopausal moments. Wondering who I would have been if life hadn’t gotten in the way. There’s a void that takes me back, searching though my childhood, for a part of my soul that was left behind. Nice to know I’m not alone! With your wonderful group of blog friends you will find love and support on your journey.

Peace and giggles Sherrie

5:00 pm  
Blogger Shell said...

I think that feeling has something to do with the internal knowledge that we are all alone in this world, facing the inevitable - ie. death. Sounds morbid, I know - but it's the nature of life isn't it? We are born into a world and all we know is life but we are constantly confronted with our mortality. The fact that we think about giving our lives meaning makes us the spiritual beings that we are. Your life is meaningful Ms Robyn - you just have to find out what that meaning is to you. Easy huh? Hehe.

6:25 pm  
Blogger Everydaythings said...

its just one of those days Robyn....I bet youll feel better tomorrow!

8:25 pm  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

I hope you'll feel better tomorrow too Robyn!

I still wonder why you have had such problems with opening my blog again. Was it just the comment window that took you so long or the whole blog with all the photos? The thing is that it opens within a few seconds here, so I don't get why it isn't working for you although you have broadband. It should work! grrrr @ blogger! Btw I have just fit in a thank you to you, for hosting this swap, in my post, in all my excitement about the chocolate swap parcel I totally forgot about it this morning, so sorry! xox

9:01 pm  
Blogger Cat said...

There is a God-sized hole in all of us...

9:14 pm  
Blogger Annabelle said...

Hi Robyn, I thought of the poem I wrote a while back when I felt similar to what you’re feeling now... hope you like it.

"Dreams of Illusions"

What if time and eternity were one?
A world in dream… an everlasting sleep
My own magnificent obsession
Of a hundred light years drowned in an
Unfathomable beautiful rapture

And in my slumber bed
I’d sleep an everlasting dream
In a world of yearned desires
Of this gullible heart of mine
Would I think then…this to be reality?

Oh no … not yet.
Too short a dream to end
My comfort in this warmth and sleep
Must never cease

Then my poor heart feels the
Wounds of loss endured
And my dream once more
Comes to a crushing end

Did my eyes deceive?
What my mind had deemed!
Then this life I had subsist
Was only an illusion of my dreams?

~ANNABELLE~

11:11 pm  
Blogger Naturegirl said...

Robyn I think it is this time of year when the planets cross.. the change in season.. which causes a feeling of anxiety in souls that are sesative...I am feeling the same and had a long conversation with a friend who too feels it. What ever "It" is! Perhaps
it is less daylight less sun more grey skys perhaps less energy from the sun I don't know. Just not feeling inspired but very much mixed emotions.Hang in there. Eat some chocolate...don't forget you started us all on this chocolate kick!! :)

12:46 am  
Blogger Lisa Oceandreamer Swifka said...

perhaps if we knew ALL the answers to ALL the questions that sometimes besiege us we'd have nothing left to think about or the journey would end. On this raod we travel we learn snippets of self discovery along our way and those still waiting to be discovered around the bend. take a deep breath and just go slowly forward knowing there are answers as we move along....and know you aren't traveling alone.
xoxo

1:35 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope you'll feel better. I think we all question everything at some point. Just gently drift to sleep while those voices are whispering. Maybe they will talk to you in your dreams and give you the answers you seek.

3:21 am  
Blogger Daisy Lupin said...

Robyn, partially it DEFINITELY is the time of year. Remember what was said about the months September, October. Keep your grounding stones under your pillow.

5:31 am  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

I agree with Daisy, it seems to be the time of year...so many of us seem to be restless, as if seeking something we can't quite grasp. I haven't been sleeping well lately, my mind just goes around in circles. I sometimes feel like I'm missing what LIFE is all about and I feel trapped. Hang in there Miss*R, you are certainly not alone!! Hugs xox

7:35 am  
Blogger Dot said...

I think all of us who are on a spiritual path feel this hollowness, this yearning. And the more we grow, in some ways the more alone we feel.

I believe that for some of us it is a yearning to go back to the divine. A pure love.

And the change of seasons can be unsettling too.

You are a beautiful soul.

Dotee xoxo

7:29 pm  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Breathe and let go, breathe and hold on!

7:59 pm  

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