Cultivate Love

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Cultivate love…

In every whisper of every moment.

See yourself as the beautiful heart song weaving poetic resonance in form… activating the nectar of your highest truth and cultivate Love!

Feel your dance stir in the dormancy of your heart, coiling its rhythmic tongue through your shadow as you purge the stained silence of broken promises and teary goodbyes.

Let Spirit sing you into presence and birth new murmurs of hope through your acts of kindness as your hands caress the Divine in service

Allow the wind to tell you secrets of the ancient ones, activating the breath of your ancestors through your blood as you remember that you are the result of their longing and prayers for innocence…

so dearest child, cultivate love.

Feel your soul’s soil bloom into a mycorrhizal web of dreaming, inoculating your potential with meaning and wonder as you invest your time and energy into your becoming.

Let your words spill from your mouth as tenderly as you kiss the lips of the unspoken.

Let your deeds become precious gifts, inherited by the generations of children who will walk long after your memory has dissolved into the aether.

Feel your internal essence radiate with compassion, guiding that peaceful warrior dedicated to walking the path with heart.

Walk towards your dreams with fierce integrity in each of your steps which gently caress the Mother, the giver of all life as you cultivate love.

Cultivate Love for Love’s sake.

Let it’s

… magic move you to create beauty in all that you do.

… power guide you to walk with an open heart into the depths of intimacy.

… wisdom show you where you must flow in order to give and open in order to receive.

… mystery move you with inspiration

… grace shower you in gratitude for a single breath of being

Let love show you the way home…

to you

Love is...

Love is…(the medicine of heartbreak)

By | gratitiude, Insights and wisdom, Journey Work, Love | 2 Comments

Throughout my life I have traversed vast landscapes of human emotions- such intoxicating drama really! In the necessity to be seen and heard I stumbled upon a mantra long ago- etched into the chasm of an aching heart. Within these intimate walls I found it, scribed- with deep scarification as if I had been there before…many, many times… heavy and broken. In complete overwhelm, I allowed the words to seep through the cracks of my broken heart. In this intimate moment of chaos and confliction, a lotus bloomed from the murky waters of heart-ache. Each petal unfurled and plucked my heart strings with gentle resonance. So it was to be, as the lotus blossomed from the mud, I found the medicine of heartbreak:


I breathed a sigh of relief as the words offered a gentle reassurance to my bruised heart and tear soaked cheeks. I was young. 19 in fact and donning rose coloured glasses, I viewed the world with a sweet naivety that only growing up in the suburbs of a small town in Queensland can breed. The big city purred like an engine and I found myself floating helplessly outside  the vortex of the drumming drones, saturated in neon promises to fill my cup with shit I didn’t need. I may have been lost- rural girl like me, swimming in a sensory sea of stimulation, if it weren’t for being rescued by those simple words with such clarity. I was sitting on a rooftop in Melbourne- crafting a lengthly letter to a lover from a relationship that had just abruptly come to an end. I had a tendency to write and pour my heart out- often at times I would wear my heart on my sleeve for others to sit back and just watch it bleed! I didn’t mind though, I was being real- and yea, maybe my youth provided the fertile playing field for unnecessary drama- after-all I grew up watching TV and Hollywood movies- this is what it means to be an adult right? These were my reference points and I didn’t know any better.

Maybe it was the transformative energy of the Autumn Equinox that enabled this change of perspective. It happened whilst crafting this novel of a letter. I found myself consumed in thoughts and stories. The archetypal victim sprang forth, screaming of heartbreak ,dribbling heavy hearted accusations onto paper… as if to somehow validate its experience. You said that… you made me feel this…I’m so hurt… I love you so much… blah blah blah- purge purge purge! If I remember correctly (as it was almost a decade ago now) I think I got up to page 4 or 5 of this drool before I had the realisation… If I love someone.. than that is ok.. If they don’t love me back in the same way.. than that is ok too- and if that is so than if I am loving unconditionally than it wouldn’t matter either way! I would continue to love freely, honestly and with an open heart regardless. This AHA! moment snapped me out of victim mode and back into the front seat- steering this experience in a direction that I was happy with. I tore up the emotive ramble and started fresh. My tears spilled as did the ink from my pen.

The note read something along the lines of: “Dear…. I Love you, Love is”

Immediately after I finished this simple little note- I felt the weight of my heart ease. Suddenly the tears stopped flowing and I looked up to the sky and laughed! “It’s so simple- I get it!!!!” Wow- how much drama I could’ve created for myself.

So the lesson is, that Love is…

Love Is...

If you truly love someone than it is what it is- when we love unconditionally we free ourselves from the trappings of stories- and also provide the other person with their freedom to choose. Love is an energy and a state of  being. It can not be owned nor taken. It can not be lost our used to create restrictions. Love is expansive and all encompassing, it can grace you with it’s presence in a small fleeting moment or linger for however long you choose to accept it into you life. When we decide to step outside of the the story- and let go of all expectations, love flows and grows in ways we can never define or imagine. There is a great mystery to this vital life force energy that triggers us to somehow want to capture and possess it.

Taking the medicine of this mantra allowed me to find my way through the copious ‘dark nights of the soul’ which I found myself succumbed to. In the darkest moments when my heart felt like it was caving in on itself, when I was broken on the floor in a complete mess, I would often come back to these simple and profound words.

Love is… it just is… there is no need to label it, attach conditions to it that justifies its worth to someone else. Love is the fruit from the universal seed implanted inside us all- waiting to be nurtured, to blossom our hearts with grace and wonder. I love deeply so this lesson was one of the hardest to learn and a process which was a psychological test. I made my way through and now have a grasp of the vocabulary and I feel as though I brought back a map to share with others.

Donna Raymond and Adam Scott Miller


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(for my beloved)

My body aches,
Longing for your embrace
And spiralling fingertips upon my breast.
My eyes sparkle with the thought of kissing your lips.
Oh my love, a thousand days pass with each second.

Pull me closer to you
I want to feel your everything.
Whisper sweet somethings into my ear,
I melt into the softness of every word that escapes your breath.
Oh my love, I bathe in the beauty of your heart script.

My heart’s ablaze in a passionate inferno,
You are the spark that ignited me so…
In the haze of your enigma,
I drink from the elixir pooling from your eyes.
Oh my love, Intoxicate me with your essence.

Like dew drops on a spring flower,
My heart glistens in the light of our love.
Casting away shadows hiding a Souls yearning,
To be rejoined with its counterpart.
Oh my love, Illuminate my sense of remembering.

Hold me so that I may be free to surrender.
Enchant me with your smile.
Open me up, so you may plunge into my deepest longing for you.
Fill me with your desire,
Oh my love, I am yours.

Let us paint our future together with star dusted silken threads.
Weaving majick of waking dreams.
On heart wings we set sail into the sunset
Dawning the Ecstasy of true loves bliss,
Oh my love, it has always been you!


Gentle Giants

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Tonight I was sifting through photographs of our family honeymoon, particularly our visit to see the Avenue of the Giants (Redwoods) in Northern California. As I re-lived the feelings of finally being able to experience their grandeur, I began to sit in wonder and send gratitude to the  lungs of the Earth- Trees. May they continue to grow and thrive. May their roots be strong and deep and their seeds fertile. May we remember how intrinsically connected to them we are, sharing an ancient symbiosis. I send blessings to all who have learnt to listen to these gentle giants, to those who can feel their presence and ancient wisdom rustle through leaves and permeate through blossoms. To all who stop to take a moment and witness the majick and cycles of these beautiful beings with their kaleidoscopes of entrancing colour that have inspired the tongues of poets and pallets of many artists over time. Indeed- nature is the most amazing artist!

Fall Colour in California

Fall Colour in California

When I enter a forest I am always taken away with the beauty that each individual tree exudes. From a small seed or sapling I can see potential and am reminded to be gentle with myself as I grow and unfurl. Go slow. I am reminded to nurture my own souls soil, that will support the seeds I sow for my greater dreaming. I often wonder what secrets the trees have been privy to. When I sit with the old ones, I wonder  how many before me have done the same, in the same spot, in silent contemplation?

When I was a child I found solace in the branches. All too often I would escape and read books, nestled somewhere high above, supported by the thick strong arms I trusted so much. One of my favourite trees to climb is in St.Kilda Botanical Gardens in Melbourne. I named him Otis and he, yes he, is very majickal! I have met many beautiful people in the twisting branches and shade that Otis provides.

For some unknown reason, Paperbarks have always stirred something deep within my heart. One particular Paperbark tree will always have a special place in my heart . It  grows out of the bank of the Ross River in Townsville, and offers deep, deep medicine if you are willing to listen!

My favourite book is The Folk and the Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton- when I first read it I created a hideaway in the backyard under a thick shrub that grew near the back fence. I often wished I would find a majickal tree like that- full of wonderfully unique characters and far off places. I used to dream about dodging Mrs.Washalots laundry water as it cascaded down the branches, creating a slippery obstacle course! I am often reminded of how enigmatic trees are when I witness Auraura’s interaction with them. Even though they can sometimes tower over her, their presence is humble and they often feel like her Gentle Giant Guardians.

Auraura greets a Sequoia

Auraura greets a Sequoia

One of my dreams is to plant a seed (someday soon) that will grow into a beautiful large tree. I will intone the seed with all my stories, songs and blessings. I will nurture it until I pass form this world where my remains will be returned to the Earth. I hope that my Great, Great, Great, Great Grandchildren will have access to this tree and sit under its protective branches, enjoy an abundance of fruit and read books, nestled high above. I hope those children learn to listen deeply and hear my stories from long ago, and know that I was thinking of them when this tree was only a seed, and that my bare hands tended the Earth with Love so that the seed could grow and blossom into another gentle giant.




“What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

So tonight I send blessings to the Trees and everything they provide us. I hold the vision that we can all learn to respect and protect them, preserving the majick for future generations!

Love is…

D xx