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Becoming Visible

September 30, 2013

“Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.” – Allen Ginsberg

Door with lock Meghan Genge

You might not know it to look at me, but I have a real problem with visibility. I’m okay at work – I’ve always been good with a script – but when it comes to the spiritual side of me, I prefer to hide.

Ask me what I do beyond the day job and historically I have stammered something about writing.

In the past, whenever the blog stats started to go up, my posting stopped.

It was never a conscious hiding, but hide I did. Like a small creature curled up in its hole, nose tucked under my tail for security.

Although it is a monstrous cliche, I think that there is a trace of the witch around all of this.  Don’t show yourself to be anything but good and ordinary or you risk being cast out of the tribe – or worse.  But there is also a soft part of me that feels that all of this is rather tender. I don’t want to have to explain or defend myself.

Who knows.

The only one who has suffered is me.

But soon I won’t be able to hide! I am coming out of the woo woo closet and self-publishing my book!  It should be ready sometime in November.

For the next week, I will be in the wilds of the Somerset countryside retreating with Sas and Susannah, but after that, Project: Visibility will begin!  If you are interested in knowing more about my book, please have a look and a listen to chapter one here.  If you are interested in knowing when the book comes out – please sign up to my mailing list.

I’ll SEE you next week!

with love, Meghan xoox

fire, The Seeker

My Own Fire

August 4, 2013

“In ancient times, the main purpose of nightly Council Fires was to learn how to listen.” – Jamie Sams & Twylah Nitsch

 

Campfire by Don GengeSomewhere along the line and at some point in the past few years, I got lost. Looking around for a steady place to stand, I found only other people’s ideas of what life should be like.

Over the past few months it has come to me very clearly:

I am living someone else’s dream life.

I have mostly done what I should do. Even though I have misbehaved along the way, I still ended up in a place where I can’t see my own reflection.

I have stuff I don’t need. I fight battles that do not matter. I am weighed down by unexpressed longings and unwritten words.

I don’t care about things that other people seem to believe in. I don’t long for the latest anything.

This is not a sad story,

This is my declaration of independence.

I have lit my own council fire, but it is a council of only one.

Through the flames I will look into my own eyes

And know my place.

 

xo

 

Photograph by Don Genge 

Note: This is a re-publish of a post that was lost during my recent web difficulties. The good news is I’m finally back on line!

Stories

The Sensitive Soul – A Story

December 19, 2012

“So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.”

~ Jewel

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend about her daughter. The little one was having stomach aches at school.  I don’t think I got through to my friend just how much I could relate to that feeling.  Sometimes I feel like I am sensitive to the whole world.  The older I get and the more I learn about myself and about the way my body, mind and spirit work, the more I realise just how sensitive I am – how sensitive I have always been.  I have begun to listen to the messages my body is sending me, and to learn to be grateful for the ‘different’ way I feel the world.

So this story is dedicated to my friend and her wonderful, special and magical daughter, and to all of the other souls who can see even a glimpse of themselves in my words.  You are not alone. You are loved.

The Sensitive Soul [5:10] by Meghan Genge

Would you like to hear another? Here is: Wings.