Mystical Journeys

01/04/2024

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12/27/2023

YOU ARE NATURE

There is a reason why walking amongst nature is most people’s best advice when depression strikes.
Because walking in nature is a return to ‘home’.
You are not a lover of nature, or a fan of nature, you ‘are’ nature.
You are as much nature as the trees in your garden and the bees on your picnic.
You were designed to live your days out in the wild with your fellow creatures and plants but progress, humanity, had different plans for us all.
And so we exist day-to-day, in our homes, but never ‘home’.
The quickest route back to self, to inner peace, is bare feet on grass, arms around trees, head in the clouds and heart in a forest.
Put your bones in water, whenever you can, smell each flower you see and crumble dirt between your tired-of-typing fingers.
You are nature, go home once in a while.
It will bring you much you didn’t even know you were missing.

Donna Ashworth
This poem is from my new book ‘Wild Hope’, a book of short poems designed to remind you daily… why we are, who we are and how to harness hope, joy and peace as journey through this life.

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Art by the fabulously talented Hayk Shalunts Hayk Shalunts

12/27/2023

“What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?”
― Anthony Trollope, The Warden
(Book: https://amzn.to/3MpxPI0)

12/27/2023

I do remember.!

Remember as a child
When you’d walk amongst the trees
And you’d find a stick that held
So many possibilities?

It could’ve been an arrow
It could’ve been a sword
It could’ve been a telescope,
A microphone, an oar

It could’ve been a hook you used
To catch things from afar
And it could’ve been a catapult
That launched a shooting star

It could’ve been a flute
That played a song you knew so well
And it could’ve been a wand
Ready to cast a thousand spells

Well, now what if I told you
That the stick was all of these?
Because there lies a certain
Sense of magic in the trees

A magic that reminds us
We are not too old to play
That helps us see the awe and wonder
Wrapped in every day

See, the forest is our playground
And the paths between the trees
Are endless new beginnings
Of adventures to be seized

So grab that stick and row to shore
Then search the midnight sky
Play your favourite song
Then cast a spell that makes you fly

Catch a shooting star
Then launch it back beyond the clouds
Search for hidden gold
And mark an X upon the ground

Remember how it feels to live
Like you’ve nothing to lose
When just a simple stick can be
Whatever you might choose

Then seize those new beginnings
Strewn across the forest floor
‘Cause adventure’s out there waiting
So, what are you waiting for?

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Becky Hemsley 2022
Lovely artwork by Magda Brol ( roll on Instagram)

'Possibilities' is from my second collection:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1739824539?ref_=cm_sw_r_mwn_dp_CSATXL2P3AMO1VORPDGX

09/15/2023

Dear Ram Dass…thank you❤️

Psychedelics - Ram Dass talks about the shift of reality that happened in the sixties that was predicated by psychedelics.

07/15/2023

Ahh haaa

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