Time ticks onwards.
Days dawn, dusk descends then night falls.
Over and over.
Weeks fall behind me.
I stand still looking out at a life that looks the same.Read More
Out of nowhere, inspiration flares as you receive an idea about something to write, paint, create, dance, make. It lights you up as excitement and possibility surge through your body.
Then one of two things happen:
Your mind interrupts the flow with all the reasons of why it is a stupid idea:
It’s unoriginal, a waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of money;
It won’t lead anywhere or to anything;
No one will be interested in it;
2. Some other part of your life gets in the way.Read More
The vision you have for your life today may change tomorrow
such is the creative nature of life.
Allowing the current emerging here and now to guide us into our next step
even if it's not a step we want to take.Read More
Dense grey clouds carpet the sky blocking the sun from view. It’s not yet 2pm but it feels like dusk and it’s getting darker, as the rain begins to fall. The soggy leaves at the end of the driveway I was going to rake and shovel will wait another day.
Only a week ago, I returned from the Maldives where I visited my beloved who is currently based there working on a scuba diving liveaboard boat, guiding guests through the magic of the underwater world, sharing his knowledge and passion of the aquatic world.
It was the first time I dived with him and he taught me so much by how he dived and guided us to the right place to see what we wanted to see without scaring the creatures away.
"You are the most magical creature," he says.
My brows furrow thoughtfully
and I tilt my head to the left side
as I contemplate his words,
simultaneously strange and alluring.
Then the animal that dwells
invisibly beneath my skin
arches her back,
and stretches out her long limbs
as she wakes from her stunned slumber.
I came to the sea to just be.
To let the wild wind carry away all the stressful thoughts about not being able to get everything done, not knowing enough, my fear of failing and the invisible implications of not getting it right.
I roared with the wind.
I followed the dogs running excitedly along the wet sand and shook it all off.Read More
It’s 5.43am. Between the gap in curtains the slate grey pre-dusk light mingles with the dark amber glow of the fluorescent street light. A deep silence fills my bedroom, the house, the immediate world around me. But in the distance I can hear a stream of traffic on the freeway already.
I’m not an early riser but this morning, I can’t get back to sleep and my usual tactic of lying still and ignoring my state of sleeplessness until I fall asleep again is not working.
This morning I feel the pull the to get up and write, a pull I haven’t really felt for some months: my blog has remained frozen in time and my newsletters have fallen into silence.
My outer life has been busy in changing ways.
Kym Wilson is an Australian writer, coach and pilgrim. In late 2013, she walked 2,022 kilometres alone along the Via Francigena pilgrimage trail from Canterbury to Rome seeking inner wisdom and healing.