Kirstie Sivapalan
I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call
28. Another insight has bubbled up over the last few days courtesy of our friend Mercury. Something that has been sitting under the surface which I was half aware of but, again, had not really "received" It's around being public. Visible. And i mean VISIBLE! Something I had not fully appreciated on the start of… Continue reading Visible status
Today was meant to be a day in the office, my last week, but my hacking cough and slight temperature kept me a home. Sigh. Not only that but writing also seems to be beyond me still, unsurprising given that my throat chakra is currently in what my pendulum would describe as "chaos" Nothing for… Continue reading Time for Tigger?
It's been a pretty powerful weekend for me. Yesterday's rebalancing has continued and created a space for solitude and stillness. I've spent the afternoon mostly in silence. Even having my meditation and healing music playing softly in the background didn't feel quite right and the only soundtrack I have had has been various birdsong in… Continue reading Sole preparations
As I think about what to write today the only phrase that comes to mind is "ravages of excess" otherwise known as Boxing Day in the UK. I am now wondering who said it first as according to the Google it appears to be a common phrase used by journalists and health care professionals, mainly… Continue reading Excess philosophy
Very busy work work today. During the busyness and varied tasks a recurring theme: Angels. (In a HR job, I know, what are the chances) Now I know angels bring up religious connotations but again this is a term I use as a working title. When I think of angels I don't think of golden… Continue reading I’m no Angel
Thursdays are a gift. They are a non work working day and I have finally gone from worrying about how on earth I am going to fill this day stretching before me to how blessed I am to have a day stretching before me. And that reflection has be borne out of a day of… Continue reading Piscean reflections
Writing and M.E. 