And still on the theme of Spring...
How important to woman is the seed of man. It invites beautiful fresh souls onto the planet to keep our evolution turning, and in creation.
It's Father's Day, First of 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 daddys true
Your legacy is in front of you
In gratitude to the planted seeds of fatherhood for fostering our earth's progress.
Much Love
SaraSwati Shakti
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Saturday, 31 August 2013
Thursday, 29 August 2013
Blessings Blooming Blossoms
I was woken by boisterous birds this morning. A pleasantly noisy dawning. It's almost Spring!
And on a day like today I can feel the new season leaping out to get a jump start. It will be 26 degrees, and stunning.
One of my most popular retweeted and favourited micro poems on twitter is 'Blessings Blooming Blossoms'. I hope that means there are blossoming lives everywhere...
Many of my poems are prayers, affirmations and/or gratitudes. And, in homage to this delicious day, here is the full version of my prayer for our happy leap into Spring.
Read it with your heart and body. And park your mind.
Blessings Blooming Blossoms
Blessings dropping Blossoms
Beautiful Lakshmi Blooming
Abundance Expanding
Boundless Bounty Exploding
Harvesting Seeds Planted
Well Rooted, Well Watered
Well Tended, and Selected
And Lovingly Sorted.
Admiring the Plenty that
Preparation found
Bursting forth from Sacred Ground
Lustily reaching Lofty Heights
Shining, Glowing, Regal, Bright.
Golden Wattle, White lily, Bird of Paradise
Each gifting it's Heavenly slice
Bouquet of Colour, And Fresh Air
Sunshine, for your Body to wear.
Receiving all that is Now Ripe
Picking, and Choosing
A Fulsome, Happy Life.
So many metaphors for our personal transformations as we move into our springtime nature. All we have prepared and anticipated now bursting forth in colour and sunshine.
And, in case you are not familiar with Lakshmi, she is the Hindu Goddess of prosperity and beauty. What a perfect reflection she is for the coming season.
Bountiful Love Abundance and Beauty
SaraSwati Shakti
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www.lovingpsyche.com
And on a day like today I can feel the new season leaping out to get a jump start. It will be 26 degrees, and stunning.
One of my most popular retweeted and favourited micro poems on twitter is 'Blessings Blooming Blossoms'. I hope that means there are blossoming lives everywhere...
Many of my poems are prayers, affirmations and/or gratitudes. And, in homage to this delicious day, here is the full version of my prayer for our happy leap into Spring.
Read it with your heart and body. And park your mind.
Blessings Blooming Blossoms
Blessings dropping Blossoms
Beautiful Lakshmi Blooming
Abundance Expanding
Boundless Bounty Exploding
Harvesting Seeds Planted
Well Rooted, Well Watered
Well Tended, and Selected
And Lovingly Sorted.
Admiring the Plenty that
Preparation found
Bursting forth from Sacred Ground
Lustily reaching Lofty Heights
Shining, Glowing, Regal, Bright.
Golden Wattle, White lily, Bird of Paradise
Each gifting it's Heavenly slice
Bouquet of Colour, And Fresh Air
Sunshine, for your Body to wear.
Receiving all that is Now Ripe
Picking, and Choosing
A Fulsome, Happy Life.
So many metaphors for our personal transformations as we move into our springtime nature. All we have prepared and anticipated now bursting forth in colour and sunshine.
And, in case you are not familiar with Lakshmi, she is the Hindu Goddess of prosperity and beauty. What a perfect reflection she is for the coming season.
Bountiful Love Abundance and Beauty
SaraSwati Shakti
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved
www.lovingpsyche.com
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
Your Unique Self
I have picked up a novel again. It was given out for free amongst some old books this morning. Yet it is more than just a novel. It speaks to me more deeply. It is by the German novelist Hermann Hesse (b1877 - d1962) and titled Demian. I remember reading The Glass Bead Game/Magister Ludi by the same author when I was a teenager and it had a profound affect on me. I will have to find a copy to re-read at some point and see how I have changed. The following extract may give you an idea of why he was an extraordinary writer. And why it appeals to a deeper core. Every person has their own unique story. How we interpret our stories, the meanings we place on particular events, and the metaphors and examples we choose all form a rich tapestry/weaving of our own lives and the futures we create for ourselves and others.
Here is a prologue extract:
I cannot tell my story without reaching a long way back. If it were possible I would reach back farther still - into the very first years of childhood, and beyond them into distant ancestral past.
Novelists when they write novels tend to take an almost godlike attitude toward their subject, pretending to a total comprehension of the story, a man's life, which they can therefore recount as God Himself might, nothing standing between them and the naked truth, the entire story meaningful in every detail. I am as little able to do this as the novelist is, even though my story is more important to me than any novelist's is to him - for this is my story; it is the story of a man, not of an invented, or possible, or idealised, or otherwise absent figure, but of a unique being of flesh and blood. Yet, what a real living human being is made of seems to be less understood today than at any time before, and men - each one of whom represents a unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature - are therefore shot wholesale these days. If we were not something more than unique human beings, if each of us could really be done away with once and for all by a single bullet, storytelling would lose all purpose. But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfils the will of nature, is wonderous and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh...
Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect. What a truism that is.
Excellent fodder for the psychotherapist/humanist in me. Hope something in the extract resonates with you as well. And your unique, powerful, self.
By way of background 'Demian' reflects on Hesse's preoccupation with the workings of the subconscious and with psychoanalysis. He studied the works of Freud, underwent analysis with Jung, and was for a time a patient in a sanatorium. The book was an enormous success and made him famous throughout Europe. He also later turned his attention to the East and wrote a novel about Buddha titled Siddhartha. Another novel to perhaps dip into.
Take care and love Love
SaraSwati Shakti
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved
www.lovingpsyche.com
Here is a prologue extract:
I cannot tell my story without reaching a long way back. If it were possible I would reach back farther still - into the very first years of childhood, and beyond them into distant ancestral past.
Novelists when they write novels tend to take an almost godlike attitude toward their subject, pretending to a total comprehension of the story, a man's life, which they can therefore recount as God Himself might, nothing standing between them and the naked truth, the entire story meaningful in every detail. I am as little able to do this as the novelist is, even though my story is more important to me than any novelist's is to him - for this is my story; it is the story of a man, not of an invented, or possible, or idealised, or otherwise absent figure, but of a unique being of flesh and blood. Yet, what a real living human being is made of seems to be less understood today than at any time before, and men - each one of whom represents a unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature - are therefore shot wholesale these days. If we were not something more than unique human beings, if each of us could really be done away with once and for all by a single bullet, storytelling would lose all purpose. But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfils the will of nature, is wonderous and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh...
Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect. What a truism that is.
Excellent fodder for the psychotherapist/humanist in me. Hope something in the extract resonates with you as well. And your unique, powerful, self.
By way of background 'Demian' reflects on Hesse's preoccupation with the workings of the subconscious and with psychoanalysis. He studied the works of Freud, underwent analysis with Jung, and was for a time a patient in a sanatorium. The book was an enormous success and made him famous throughout Europe. He also later turned his attention to the East and wrote a novel about Buddha titled Siddhartha. Another novel to perhaps dip into.
Take care and love Love
SaraSwati Shakti
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved
www.lovingpsyche.com
Sunday, 25 August 2013
Loving Psyche SaraSwati Shakti
Loving Psyche evolved from a deep period of introspection.
And healing.
It was my calling,
my mantra,
my yearning.
I was experimenting
and exploring
me,
and my world,
my relationships,
Spirit, and
Mother Earth.
And, what did it unearth?
Treasures, beyond my imagination.
Soul rewards gifted from living intention
and prayerful mention.
I became me, myself, I.
Loving Psyche,
Saraswati,
Shakti,
Marie.
This is my story,
my art,
my poetry,
and other tidbits
that inspire me
Reflections for Humanity
Subconscious Superconscious Glory
This is what became of me.
Welcome. Come. See.
SaraSwati Marie Shakti is a qualified and experienced psychotherapist, educator, advisor and coach with success leading personal and professional change, and a passionate interest in lifting the human Spirit. You can find her on http://www.LovingPsyche.com
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved
Photo courtesy Pauletta Pilgrim
And healing.
It was my calling,
my mantra,
my yearning.
I was experimenting
and exploring
me,
and my world,
my relationships,
Spirit, and
Mother Earth.
And, what did it unearth?
Treasures, beyond my imagination.
Soul rewards gifted from living intention
and prayerful mention.
I became me, myself, I.
Loving Psyche,
Saraswati,
Shakti,
Marie.
This is my story,
my art,
my poetry,
and other tidbits
that inspire me
Reflections for Humanity
Subconscious Superconscious Glory
This is what became of me.
Welcome. Come. See.
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved
Photo courtesy Pauletta Pilgrim
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