Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Moving to a New Library!

Hi Everyone,

Thank you for continuing to read my ebb and flow and thank you to Icara for setting me free as a passionate writer.

I am moving my writing to a new blog and if you'd like to, please feel free to follow me to my new library, a warm inviting place with a comfy chair, wisdom and a listening ear. I've even figured out how to allow comments to be made by you and all comments are welcome.

New location: http://heart-full-of-words.blogspot.co.uk/

See you there!
Loving regards
Chrissy x

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Shades of Gold and Red

Greetings Readers!

Warm and cosy wishes to you all as we (in the Northern Hemisphere) step deeper into what is proving to be a beautiful Autumn.  

Shades of Gold

Now, I know it's not emblazoned in shades of Autumn Gold but, I met this tree around the corner and I feel duty bound to introduce this tree to the world!

Can you see the bottom branches? I have to reach up to touch them - big tree!

Pointing my camera upwards and no treetop in sight.

The energy coming off this tree is a little bit awesome. I'm strangely respectful of giving it room to breathe. Not assuming I am a welcome guest. Have you ever met a tree like this?  I would love to read your story and this is my first invitation to you.  Please feel free to leave me shared stories, comments or feedback in the comments box; I look forward to meeting you and if it feels good to click the 'follow' button then you're very welcome.

....And for those of you yearning for Gold.......

Clumber Park - Autumn

Shades of Red

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

This week has been a strange old week. How has it been for you?

Lots of energetic shifts and changes and a palpable sense of sorrow as I immerse myself in Remembrance Day with hours of reading and research into WW1 for an editorial piece I've been writing.

What I didn't expect to find was not one, but two of my ancestors.

The first, Lance Corporal Henry, was of the Middlesex Regiment. This young man fought and died (1916) at the Battle of the Somme.  Though his body was never found, he is commemorated at the Thiepval Anglo-French Cemetery.


My second ancestor is George.  Less is known about him, where he fought or where he died.  He is commemorated at All Saints Church, Southend and Holy Trinity Church, Southchurch. (On the map these churches seem to be 10 minutes apart so I'm assuming 'George' is commemorated in both.)

There is a 'felt' connection to these gentlemen and, even though they may only be distantly related to my family name, I can feel them. The effect is too potent for me to write about but safe to say I am definitely in a shared space of loss.

The poem above was written by John McCrae in 1915 and it is believed that our use of the Poppy as an emblem for the war dead comes from this poem.

Remember my first invitation to share or comment in the content above? 

This is my second. 

I lovingly invite you to share or comment on how you engage with and feel the hidden the effects of war.

It seems fitting to share some numbers with you.  These numbers are from around the world and all relate to this blog and how it is touching others.  

To everyone around the world who is reading this blog I send hugs.  
To everyone who takes time out of their day to share the life of another, I greet you humbly.
To anyone wanting - What do you need?
To anyone needing - How can I help?

Big, loving hugs and thanks to the readers below - I'm humbled and gobsmacked!  These are the latest readership figures.


Remember my second invitation to share or comment in the content above? 

This is my third. 

Tell me something about you, about where you're from, about what you love..........waiting with baited breath. 

Autumn hugs, hot chocolate and a large Single Malt.  xx

Monday, 3 November 2014

Setting Powerful Intentions

When I woke up this morning I couldn't have imagined what an inspiring, loving and beautiful day it would be.  Having recently (and finally) come to the conclusion that I need to write,

...like if I don't, my muscles seize up and my thoughts end up trapping me in my own head;
...like if I don't, I just keep finding crap to do to justify the feelings of abandonment and guilt of so much material hitting my consciousness and me not utilising it to set my joy free;
...like if I don't, I cease to shine, my fire goes out and my breathing becomes shallow;
...like if I don't, I stare aimlessly for hours wondering what the hell I'm doing in my world;
...like if I don't, I WILL wake up at 0400 with a head full of magic I'm too lazy to capture

I know my blocking mechanisms and I know I am a sod for the perfect excuse to avoid greatness. I wonder if any of this registers in your world too - I'd love to share your journey with you.

I am setting new intentions to aid my new journey into true, visceral passion.

When I write I'm alive.  It's as simple as that.

When I bring great spirit to matter (creativity to qwerty) things begin to happen; I write 'stuff' that triggers feedback like "wow Chrissy, I literally felt that" and "you should write, y'know like real writing!".

My creativity breaks its bonds and bursts forth like a popped cork and all I have to do is type bloody fast to capture what is appearing in my mind before it evaporates back into the ether. When I write from a place of passion, it's like turning base metal into Gold.

I CAN'T not do this.

Getting back to my point (and not getting lost in your passion Chrissy) - setting powerful intentions. Yesss.

This morning I asked to be guided to what I needed today in relation to my desire to write and here I'll have to name check two amazing women.  First was Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) who's website answered a very specific question I had asked about publishing last week; thanks Liz you rock.

The second, a lioness called Misty Pittman who writes with sexy passion and so much love I could burst and who (I suspect) writes via the portal of the great prima materia. Both have inspired me and both have brought me into a creative and powerful space as I find my way, feeling more supported, through the myriad opportunities available to me.  Thank you ladies.

My intentions were powerful because I cast them and let them go.  I didn't haul them back in and micro manage them to death through the human state of conditional acceptance; I just trusted that whatever powerful force guides me is absolutely trustworthy and very diligent indeed.

The next amazing surprise of my day came while revamping my blog. I found the 'stats' button (reluctant technophile - I know, oh the parody!) and was stunned to see that my blog has been viewed more than 500 times, in the UK and the USA.  In my world this is way more than I'd ever expected and, from me to you all - Thank You so very much.  You've all made my day and I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat!

Loveliness abounds as I sit in my writing corner, facing my fledgling library and sipping on Merlot.

With Love
Chrissy xx