Friday, 25 September 2015

Puff and Stuff

In the last few weeks I have been reminded several times of a show from my childhood and wondering why it was presenting so regularly. H. R. PUFNSTUF. Do you know it?

I watched it again, but it gave me no real sense of what was needed. Until I listened, to the theme song that introduces it...

H.R. PUFNSTUF. Who's your friend when things get rough.

And in my own stream of thinking, it occurred to me that it was a theme presenting with a number of people I was seeing.  About the Puff, and Stuff, people get involved in that is getting in the way of their real life living, and decision-making.

Many of my clients have come to me after an event that has affected them. They may be feeling confused, misunderstood, at the end of their tether, or at a cross roads and unable to work through it.

Finding themselves in a situation that is not working smoothly.

And while they have many people and friends around them, no-one seems, to them, to be listening, to what they have been needing.

It can be a common story.

And often times, when I drill down into the story, it's a pattern that has been ongoing. And this time they are being presented with a new opportunity. To listen, authentically, and adequately, to themselves, and to become their own best friend.

In many ways it is easier to get caught in the Puff, and Stuff, of the world around. And to be captured by behaviours, attitudes and thoughts, than it is to really stop and listen to what's real and important, in the moment. And to do something about it.

I feel privileged to be in a position to do the listening, reflecting back, and assisting with better self-awareness, that consequently helps to build a kinder and more fulfilling self-relationship, and better decision-making.

Identifying where their private testimony and public persona are inconsistent, and finding that sweet spot in between. That place that works better for them. That place that is more authentically real as they are evolving. And building their own steam, of self esteem, as they are re-building.

I am what I am. Nothing more. Nothing Less. The middle ground between inflatedness and deflatedness.

Wonderful words that I memorised long ago. From recollection, by Robert A Johnson.

Those words remind me of that ideal place between the Puff and Stuff. Where things just flow. That place that defines what is most important, while travelling along the road.

When you have a moment. Meditate on it.

I am what I am. Nothing more. Nothing less. The middle ground between inflatedness and deflatedness.

And see what comes up. Listen, for what is authentically true in those words for you. And what Puff and Stuff is getting in the way of that for you.

Enjoy your friendships, and befriend yourself too.

Much Love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Wednesday, 16 September 2015

The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change. A poem I wrote three years ago. On a September day, when the winds blow wild, windy and warm.

Good days to spend some time, to go within, be silent, and set an intent, while you meditate, as the winds whirl around you.

And be mindful of what heartfelt world you wish to create, for you and those around you.

The Winds of Change are blowing
Maintain your inner knowing

The Angels are A'Rushing
Cleaning, Clearing, Flushing

Surrender to the Power
Where new things will take Flower

The seeds have all been planted
Just sow with glowing lantern

The fertile soil, God's Garden
You've asked, and it is Granted

Taking heartfelt actions along your way. Daily requirements in work, rest and play. As your life's journey awakes.

Changes can be challenging. Sometimes you don't quite know where life will take you. Your vision and the higher plan may not quite correlate, in the interim, and may, at times, astound you.

Nor can you always know for sure how the world will change you. And how you will change things around you. Yet, holding the intention of values that inspire you, can inform you, and create you. With cycle's turning, as your future progressively comes into view. A future that is purpose built for you.

May your life blossom and glow. As you Stay in the Know. Of Your Grow. While the Winds of Change softly Bellow.

Happy meditating. And Gardening.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Sunday, 6 September 2015

Father Love Legacy

It has been a week of connecting to fatherhood, with Father's Day a key feature this weekend.

It's Father's Day, Early Spring
What seeds of life those men brought in!

Their children are sprouting all over the place
Spreading more blessings for the world's embrace

How important their guidance
  And their protection
Building the best
  Of paternal connection

Happy Father's Day all daddy's true
Your Legacy is in front of you.

It's a poem I wrote some time ago. And it came to mind again as I sat down to write this weekend. Thank you to daddy's true.

And contemplating on it again on many levels, two particulary stood out for me with events this year.

For families without fathers: Legacy Week this past week, highlighted, and raised the torch, for widows and children of fallen soldiers. An annual appeal, and a perpetual need. For me I am lucky, I still have my dad, and while I see him regularly, we spent time together especially, to celebrate him. For Legacy families theirs are no longer here. Supporting women to lead their growing families, in the absence of fathers who risked everything in the call of duty, continues their legacy.

For fathers looking for safety and hope for their families: The message was brought home so potently with the plight of refugees as they move across roads, borders and seas. Searching for a better future, and a safe haven for their families as their priority. My own dad was a refugee, and as I witnessed the stories on the news reels, I wondered what may have become of him and his future family, had he not found himself with my mother safely on the shores of Sydney. 

A moving week indeed. Knowing that in one instant, or through a series of events, everything can change for a family. And appreciating Father Love blessings.

Much Love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Friday, 7 August 2015

One Single Orchid

On a trek in nature this past week, in a beloved bushland near my home, I happen chanced upon a group of people walking. Like me, enjoying, an opportunity to mingle, with an enchanting morning.

It is rare to come across others on my dates with solitude on this particular walk. Communing with the magic of my surroundings.

A favourite place where my inner world rests with it's own loving heartlings and mindings.

Providing a few quiet hours of raw beauty, and unity, with the weather inside and outside of me.

With the wildlife brilliantly intruding, regularly, in it's own freedom, to just be.

One woman, this day, shared her own enchantment, joyfully.

Intent on pointing out to me, something new, and original, that meant a great deal.

An orchid blooming.

One, single, rare, wild, orchid, amongst the bushland greenery.

Tiny, and Majestic, in amongst the scenery.

Can you see me? It spoke gently, in it's offering.


We did.

And we marvelled.

And appreciated.

And remarked, on the splendour, of this magical event.

Unmissed. Noticed. And reverent, to it's song sung to this passing audience.


Bringing in new Springtime bling, early.

Stunning. Beauty.

A heartfelt moment shared.

May you too contemplate your blooming. Your single, rare beauty, leading into brilliant Spring. And may it be shared splendidly.

SaraSwati Shakti

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Illustration: One Single Orchid © SaraSwati Shakti 2015. From her Heart Art collection. Heart Art is a registered therapy services trademark of SaraSwati Shakti.

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Meant for Fulfilment

Have you noticed that gratitude feeling of full? When your body is communicating happiness to you.

That feeling of sufficient, glad, satisfaction, content.

The just right sense that Goldilocks meant.

That wonderful feeling of appreciation. 

Cultivate that feeling.

When the sun is shining. The day is warming. Your body is healthy. Your heart's expanding.

Cultivate that feeling.

Each bit of the day, that is bringing joy, and what you love, so dearly.

Cultivate that feeling.

All the bits that fill you to bits. All the things in life that you love to bits.

And the ways they make you feel. Whatever that is.

Fullsome Fullfillment is where it is.

Cultivate those bits.

Fill yourself up, whenever you need, with those feelings, deliberately. With all the pieces that make up the jigsaw puzzle of what is good, for you, in your world, perpetually.

Enjoy it utterly, and constantly.

Positively creating your reality.

Finding the natural feeling, of worth to you, and in you. Abundantly.

Notice it, in each minute it's here.


Knowing that all you have been going through, has been creating the life that is right, for you, with the choices you make, and the actions you take, each instant. As you choose the path of true you. With courage. And beauty too.

Focussing on the life that is meant for you.

An obligation of Fulfilment.

Of Heartfelt Intent.

Of Happiness Meant.

That's why you're here.

Meant, for Fulfilment.

SaraSwati Shakti

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Photo Illustration:  Fullsome Fullfillment by SaraSwati Shakti © 2015 from her Heart Art collection. Heart Art is a registered therapeutic service trademark of SaraSwati Shakti.

Friday, 19 June 2015

Structure and Spirit

Last week completed with a day of appointments in the city. Another raining day was presenting. Another opportunity to slow down, refine the mind, clear the unnecessary, and get to my destiny, more comfortably.

And in the slowing down between travelling, and meeting, I paused for another connection. A connection with my solitude, and stillness, in the busy city. To those finer things of brilliance and meaning. Meditating.

In the beautiful new relationship that I have developed. Getting acquainted with a building. The Anglican Parish of Christ Church St Laurence, poking unobtrusively, between buildings in Central, in the City. I have discovered it recently. A little gem waiting to serve a need. To sit in shelter and quiet peace, with spirit, inside, of busy.

Offering such great beauty, and clarity. Amongst the structure, the ritual, and the art. Reinforcing a symbol of perpetual heart.

And grounded so solidly, with rooftop peaks reaching up to the heavens, resplendent with sacred symbology. To connect to a personal rendition, of heartfelt vision. Standing between the higher mind, and earth mission.

And, in amongst this restful quietude, I had occasion to discover the richness of the frescoes. And the artwork of Earle Backen, undeniably beautiful, in the ancient icon Orthodox tradition, and with a modern personal flair in it's detailed condition.

I love how art can cross traditions, and build bridges between peoples, cultures, and visions. A language so personal to the artist, and viewer. Yet universal in it's intent. To bring the soul closer to it's ascent.

Such a peaceful, uplifting, and grounding, visit. With Structure and Spirit.

May you find your quietude, to connect to your ascent, and the things that bring beauty and peace to ground your soulful intent. In the perpetual heart temple that is you.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Photo Illustration: Perpetual Heart by SaraSwati Shakti © 2015. From her Heart Art collection. Heart Art is a registered therapeutic service trademark of SaraSwati Shakti.

Sunday, 24 May 2015

The Truth of Beauty

I have been thinking on the truth of beauty. And how we each see it. When I came across the makings of a poem in an old manuscript, amongst some notes I was clearing. The poem, describing a day progressing, reflected on contrasts while going to work in a busy city. And here it is...

The house is dishevelled. But I've hugged my child.

The lawn needs a mow. But oh, the grass has a dewy glow on my feet as it grows.

The windows need cleaning. Yet the patterns glisten with the Sun streaming, creating dreamy pictures, in the evening.

The bills are strewn, being paid on the run...Yet my dog's been washed, and he's soft to the touch.

This rug's a little worn. But it's rich in colour and gloriously proud.

A focus, on the bright, un-forlorn. A new dawn in the morn. A new norm.

Then the rain pummels down on the trip into town. I slow down, and watch. A beautiful chaotic of colour I found. A new morn. A new norm.

A walk, and a bus, and a train all in one, travelling the route to the day to be done. My feet on the run.

I buy shoes that are flat, throw stillettos to the ground. My hips now move better as I step on a cloud. A new morn. A new norm.

A client in tears, with mascara running down, more beautiful than ever as her guard comes down, clearing the way for more real work to get done.

The perfection previously perennial, a new attitude now preferable.

The spiritual sensuality of a heart now found, with mind, body and soul unbound. Noticing the pleasures all around. Participating in the feelings, out loud.

Open, for beauty. Slowing down. The wild sensual world of sight and sound.

From an abandoned manuscript 'Dying to the Old, of Controlled', now re-found.

The truth of beauty is in the attitude you find. Your own spirituality. Your own soulful reality. An attitude you choose to listen to. The practices that maintain you. The beauty you attend to.

And in that contemplating I recalled a friend's story in the retelling, with a varied attitude that it too was unfolding. Called, My Life Sucks, It's Amazing. Perhaps you will find the beauty message in it for you.

Consider where the truth of beauty is uniquely rich for you, the poetry that life creates for you. The poetry you bring into a life that is true.

Much Love

SaraSwati Shakti

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Illustration: Flames of Beauty by SaraSwati Shakti © 2015. From her Heart Art collection. Heart Art is a registered therapeutic service trademark of SaraSwati Shakti.