Earth Pathways Showcase

Remember
to keep creating a vision of the life you DO want!

Dance with it, call to it, send it flowers,
write it poems of exquisite yearning,
make a space, a living altar, however small to start,
where it can begin to feel welcome in your current life.
Pretend it’s already happening, caper wildly like a sacred fool,
screaming: This is amazing! Oooooo I LOVE it! Thank you!!!
It’s ok if it feels silly at first... Keep playing.
Play loosens the weave of tight knit realities
so that freshly created ones can shimmy in more easily.
Gratitude lifts you to the vibration of magnificent manifestation.
Reach up and open with heart and soul and widespread arms to match
the energy of this wonderful vision your wonderful self is preparing for.
Repeat daily. Expect miracles.

Magnificent Manifestation © Nell Aurelia, 2020

May I taste the wisdom of the stars,
And be reborn in the heart of the fire,
May I dance like the flames...
May the roaming winds cup my ancestors’ words to my ears
And may I find a mother’s love in the salty embrace of the ocean.
May I act with integrity,
May love be the root of all my communications,
Even when I am offered something other.
May I know every encounter is soul sanctioned/blessed/approved
And contains a gift so I may learn and grow.
May I remember this as often as I can
And may I be gentle with myself when I forget.
May I remember it only ever takes a heartbeat to return,
to change course, to transform.

Extract from: Love (A Summer Solstice Blessing) © Nell Aurelia 2016

May I return always to my birthright of joy.
May I know I am love,
May all beings know they are too.
May we return to knowing oneness,
To rising, diving, spiralling in unity.
May the sun light our hearts
And may our dreams be true.
May we know simply:
We are love
And anything is possible.

Extract from: Love (A Summer Solstice Blessing) © Nell Aurelia 2016

I’m learning that the timeless still moment of listening with love
Has far greater value than being the one who is ‘right’.
And, in that, I’m slowly putting to bed the deep old fear of my little self
That I will not be acknowledged, that my rights, my feelings
Are worthless; layer by layer I feel that ages-old lie crumbling away...
I am chrysalis emerging, a bold beautiful break in the pattern.
I have spun golden self-worth from the straw blades of generations of pain
And I will fly, I will belong to boundless skies of joy, of possibility
To best respect all their steps of what they could manage.
My own grief has left wells, deep chasms
Of a broken open stretched and expanded heart,
Moon by moon they are slow-filling with the honey gold light
Of getting to know and trust my own self
From choosing to walk a labyrinth that never pretended
The path would be without pain.
And I’m learning the clear medicine of ‘No’,
When it is more truthful to all concerned
Than comfort, than ease, than a social-emotional plaster kit.
When ‘No’ is the kindest offering in my altar of everyday.

The Kindest Offering in my Altar of Everyday © Nell Aurelia 2017

I think it is this we came for:
not the grief, it’s the connection in our grief,
the sharing in the vast, aching cycles of change;
not the loss. no:
the tender witness we can be in loss.

I think it is this we came for:
not the sadness, not the confusion,
when the unthinkable happens and all is plunged into darkness,
it’s the reaching out and holding tight to each others hands
in that darkness, if and when it comes;
not the despair, the deep, sharp, bone scattering despair,
but the tenderness of mourning together,
of not turning aside, if and when it comes.

I think it is this that we came for:
to be broken open and still find beauty;
to face death and still know love;
to rediscover our complete connection;
to experience fully grief and joy
and that nothing before or ahead can be lost
in these golden fields of spirit
that cradle us all.
I think it is this that we came for.

I Think It Is This That We Came For © Nell Aurelia 2016

Listen. For the hills do. Saying:
‘Not this, no... Ah yes, this - now... Now, that...’
The trees creak in appreciation, buzzards circle shrieking: ‘We see, we see.’
What shape does the pattern make?
How can I tell you what this is
A moment to the next. A field.
A clearing in which to rest, to leap forth into something
Spinning out of nothing we know yet -
Yet...
Doorways whisper: ‘Enter’
Hearts sing: ‘Now’
Feet channel ancestors below, each step and mis-step finds its place;
The spinning, wild spinning knows its centre...
Our weaving begins.

Come in, come in! With all it took to get here...
Come in, come in: what did you leave behind?
There is a place for it here.
Settle down, listen in: what’s stirring?
What’s longing... to stay; to break; to create?
What night owls and morning dawns?
What shadows?
Come in. Sit with me.

Spinning, Wild Spinning © Nell Aurelia 2017

Let it fall away.
Be the agent of your own unravelling.
All that which no longer serves you,
Which your heart is no longer in service to,
Set it free.

Step in, unclothed,
To the waiting void, the warm, falling dark.
Become the earth and seeds of your own discovery;
Birth your heart anew into the tender unknown,
Set it free.

Dive in, gather
Threads of wind and flame, of sea and stone.
Sing them into the copper river of your blood;
Find the lost wishes, and wounds obstructing the flow:
Set them free.

Fine tune your ears.
The bare-branched trees are calling for pause,
For still-gathering, showing us how to curl in and unfold,
Listen to the whispered dream of the worlds below,
Set it free...

Set it Free © Nell Aurelia

May I return always to my birthright of joy.
May I know I am love,
May all beings know they are too.
May we return to knowing oneness,
To rising, diving, spiralling in unity.
May the sun light our hearts
And may our dreams be true.
May we know simply:
We are love - and anything is possible.

Extract from Prayer For Love © Nell Aurelia 2014

Bless me, grandmothers, for I am a seed of hope...
Bless me, grandfathers, for I am a seed of promise...
Bless me, dear ancestors, for I am a seed of possibility...
Bless me as I grow...

This is the time to fill your cup, my sisters,
Fill your cup ready for what’s to come...
We have pressed rose red apples,
Gifts from the tree to sweeten your senses
And carry you onward into the dark
Where we all must go.
So each of you fill your cup, dear sisters,
Fill your cup in tender care for body and spirit,
Know even a moment spent in deep resting silence
Will set spirit dancing long with delight.
Fill your cup, oh beloved sisters,
Fill your cup full of nourishment for the cycle ahead.
In the stillness of the circle, as all realms draw near
Dance a welcome for your ancestors,
Let your heart hear them say:
You are so blessed by all who came before,
And free to go forward
With only that which is yours.

I am a seed of dreaming, with a heritage of thousands:
I will choose well how I grow.

I Am a Seed of Hope © Nell Aurelia Admiral 2015

I am the daughter of the stones, the singers of horizons.
I am the daughter of the trees, the standing still dancing ones.
I am the daughter of the fire hearted mountains, the moor found,
Sun lined gateways
Where music can be heard and the rolling mist
At dawn snakes round but does not pass through

I am a daughter of the trees, the life givers,
Guardians of the motherless, so gentle in their strength,
Outlined in goddess hand stretching, bridging,
Nursing between land and sky.
I am a daughter to those wise beings, spreading, caressing,
Sustaining life, unfurling my deep roots
In the dark, warm earth
Where grandmothers drum
And doorways are shown, where we dream the world into wholeness:
I am a daughter of the trees.

I am a daughter of life, the wild ones rise and ebb in the lunar tides
Of my being.

Daughter © Nell Aurelia Admiral 2015

we are barefooted women, hair unbound
ringed in shadows soft, dancing,
we have found those sounds
which call honey to the heart..
we are clothed once more
in our original fierceness of beauty,
lit by moon and fire,
our beautiful storyteller skin
is returned
to truest wild patterned form,
healed by the fingertip prayers of our sisters.
with drum and rattle, belly and voice,
with warrior stamp and light deer step
with soft shuffle tread and grateful, graceful spirit
we kiss the earth;
with our feet-hips-womb-heart-breasts-mouth
and outstretched hands
we drink her in..
we sway and spiral, heal and rejoice
in the sweet, sweet mystery
of our mama.

We Kiss the Earth © Nell Aurelia Admiral 2014

Up through a hillside of mossy trees, fallen and standing, through gorse and bramble, to emerge onto the wide open hilltop just as the sun breaks through the clouds and drenches our faces. I lay down on the grassy earth and watched the ever changing sky and thought of all that was lost and missed and felt the peace of acceptance sink gently into my core. And from that rises a deeper appreciation of this gift of living, the rediscovery of an on-going miracle I had somehow forgotten or ignored. To breathe and know that simply in that act - in the fact that I am alive, on a planet that gives me life - I am wanted and supported. Earth, sea, sun and moon all together saying: 'we support you'. Air, water, food, warmth, seasons, endless beauty - so much beauty! - all combining… I breathe deeply and choose to feel wanted, blessed, held.

Choosing to Feel Blessed © Nell Aurelia Admiral

Today, I have opened every window wide.
I have burnt sage,
I have wrapped the smoke around me
In thankful, cleansing embrace.
I have taken the moon after full -
Caught in a blue-glass jar -
And drawn a prayer
Upon my skin.
I have brought home a shore-found stone
And filled it with intent;
I have held it closely in my palm
And listened to its shape.
I have pinched my spices, salt and pepper;
I have danced a little extra love
Into this stew
For the daily nourishment of my line.
I have worn, as my shield, flowing umber
Lines of dress,
Textures many and deep.
I have given out a call
To receive the gift within the learning;
I have torn up my stories of old.
Today, I have swallowed the sky
With soul feeding eyes
To re member my vastness of being…

Drawn a Prayer Upon My Skin © Nell Aurelia Admiral 2014

Give me salt
And a red line gleaming.
Summon life and death side by side
I will walk
Rough soled raw and bleeding
Under ripped grey skies wild and mute
Heart beating to the turn of three times ten
I will lie on the rain sweetened earth
And be full.
Breasts bared to the dawn I will bless my life.
I will fit my shape exactly
In the shadow
Of a family of standing stones
And find my elders in the dark earthed deep roots
Of the Grandmother oaks.
I will sit the long nights by the heat of a blazing fire
And name it kin.
Should anyone ask I will declaim my lineage
As that which makes me feel most alive.
I will belong to this most wild and beautiful world

Raw Belonging © Nell Aurelia Admiral