Where is it, My Sweet?

Where is it?
The jubilation?- The wonder?- The exploration?
Where is it?-
The fire in your heart, the light in your eyes?
Where is it?-

That part of you that dares to dream…
to imagine all that you want?

Is it squished? Is it non- existent?
Suppressed by the voice of reason in your head?
Where are you, my love?
Where have you gone?-
That spark, that life within you?
When did you leave yourself?
Come back home… come back
And gently rest in here, the deep….
Fight a little for that stirring within
That knows ‘there’s more….’
Stand up when you are on your knees
And say, ‘I am willing…’
And when your demons arise,
Meet them and learn from them.
Dare to know yourself deeply
To better feel when outdated
Ways dictate your life and lead to suffocation-
Squeezing the life out of you….
Leading to swallowing deep truths,
Self sabotage, doubt and lack of confidence…
Staying small,  and existing to live only for others…
When here you are, a vibrant spark-
Don’t let the ways of the world dull it.
Live, my sweet…. Live your life with spark and fire.

Written by Elise Heyward
Art by Cianelli Studios

 

Grief- I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way….

It is thick, gluggy- without flow
All else outside of this startling moment
Is non- existent, or rather cannot make its way in-
To nestle its way within my layers in any form of intimacy.
The only thing I can be intimate with is grief
Heavy, deep, thick grief.
It cannot be controlled by the mind
Or else it shall be blocked and the energy trapped…
It cannot be tamed or slayed
Or else its head shall rise like a serpent striking
When I least want it to…
No…. no… this heaviness needs its space to be within me.
And all I have to do is surrender to the intimacy
I have at this moment with my humanness expressing itself
through grief. And although I know this too shall pass-
I mustn’t turn away from how I feel. I open and turn to it
Welcoming it into my home as it has in fact arrived….
Gluggy, thick and slow I feel every ounce of it….
It slowly releases some energy as the tears fall silently….
Heart open, supple, raw…. feeling… feeling… feeling….
Giving it space to move if and when it wants to….
Knowing that I’ve got myself through all of this…
Holding my torch, trusting the timing of it all…
No matter the loss- all is still present, here now.
Open and receiving the gifts that living a life has-
One of them being the ability to feel emotions.
It’s what souls crave, what we are here for:
To be human and experience everything that comes with it.
The journey is a wild one, but wow- what a ride….
I wouldn’t have it any other way….

Mother in Lockdown- A Share: Tips That Are Working For Me

Hello,

What crazy times we are finding ourselves in, during lockdown. I took some time in the chaos that is my household at the moment and looked into ‘how’ I know what I need to do now to support myself. I seem to be less stressed in this situation than I anticipated. I had put it down to my ‘training’ in different modalities, and yes, it helped, but it wasn’t it. I just wasn’t sure. Then I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote. Out of this writing appeared my ‘go to’ that occurs in my head when I figure out what it is I need for myself in the moment I realise I am not in a good way and I have two children in my space watching me, being with me, interacting with me…….If I’m not in a good space, they aren’t in a good space and all hell can break loose! When I feel un balanced or like something is missing I put

Here it is, for deeper info and a chat with me explaining how I work with it and giving real life examples, watch the video!!

Life In Lockdown for Mothers- My ‘Go To’ Practice to Prevent Overwhelm

Life Segments to Reflect on:

* Creativity/ play/ unpaid work
* Mental inc learning, investing, finances, reading
* Physical- workouts, walking, dancing
* Spiritual- meditation, religion, embodiment
* Work- Conditioned in this world, receiving payment for whatever work you do
* Relationships, friendship or romantic
* Alone time/ free time

I came across an article about how the lockdown is impacting women, for those who would love to read it, press here.

You are not alone, keep going!
With love,
Elise