A wretched landscape 

Concrete misshapen paving slab after slab

No where to go but down, no real growth

Just trodden down into shadow and gutter

No place for creature but tamed poisoned or maimed

What nature

Unveiled when hidden and timeless yet knowing she is here

In the cursed wretchedness of a landscape barren with body after body of lifeless despair

Filth beyond filth and not the sort that plays with puddles makes mud and lines footprints with where we have been

But underneath that trodden down cardboard cut out plastic rubbish bag collected one day but forgotten too soon

Homeless wreckage hunger for companion, still emerges sweetness and understanding of a ghost that left a home too many moons ago

Lost in a land of unknown multitudes of belly aches and doctors bills

No time to watch the arena of youth passing by and not notice that it’s changing beyond repair 

Beyond repair if we speak and dare, just dare to be the spoken voice of a game gone wrong

No hope to belong

Not to belong but master the obsession

If possible if one can

If that risk be undone and life prevails  

If life

And if 

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how do we meet potential?

What happens when we or others find our/their soul purpose? When we know that the reason for us (or them) being here on this planet is clear and obvious.

It’s possible that either way, we meet with fear, anxiety, the need to have others approval thus making the timing of our approach and how words and voices are met and shared a crucial part of the process.

In native and traditional, indigenous teachings the souls purpose is welcomed and honored as soon as it is witnessed. Individuals are given encouragement and are challenged appropriately to master their art and to fulfil their potential.
In our western society it can be frowned upon, not taken seriously, dissuaded from as if it is not important enough and some other path is. Encouraging our youngsters to follow careers of their family’s, peers or education/ organisations approval.

So when youngsters tell us what they know to be their path, career, study period, how will we meet it?

Can we give a total ‘yes’ to what they know is right for them, and trust their decisions, or must we inflict our own desires, wishes and ultimately our own needs towards their growth?

When we discover a true path for ourselves and know the importance of this in our lives, can we stand strong in the face of adversity and believe enough in ourselves to speak out and open our hearts to our true nature?

What does it take to honor the soul and include the passions of our soul purpose as the true growth of our potential?

 

‘Hollow Bone’
Caroline Carey
publish date 2017/18
www.middleearthmedicine.com

 

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dark night of the soul

It is true that sometimes in order to re-claim our soul, we must journey into the darker places, the mystery, the hunger, the deprivation that lingers. We must uncover the earth where sorrow lies a…

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Is your soul calling home?

Is poetry wanting to be moved between your lips
and a sense of creativity itching your finger tips?

Has a song awoken in your heart and is longing for your ears to hear and receive it?

And is your body yearning for movement, for dance and the wild abandonment and ecstatic bliss that only a feeling heart can manifest through awakened limbs?

Is your imagination following the signs of nature and reminding you of your passion for life and the curious spirit within?

Did you tell that story or write those words, or spoken at least one outrageous statement, so meaningful to you yet madness to anyone else?

Are you doing and being what you love 

and honouring those parts of your soul that long to be truly home?

Caroline Carey





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Middle Earths Origins

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Middle Earths Origins

 

My story

my hands

become the art

of my souls

calling.

No other path

can I follow

Because this is who I am

And only by giving to it

every breath

every dance

every meaning

Can I fulfil

my reason for being here.

My soul

my story

my offering.

And I choose to live by this, to believe it, to nourish it, because my soul knows no other way. I have learnt through living just how it is to bring our soul-purpose to earth. I have watched through my own journey, the flow of energy that has at times tried to burst its way through, sometimes too fast and sometimes without fully knowing why it is there. And I have had to slow down, take deep breaths, be patient for its coming, for its arrival.

The journey of the soul is a timely thing yet it knows no time. But for it to be effective and truly find its way, without bursting into madness, great care must be taken.

I have felt pregnant many times in my life with this energy force, searing at the seams of my desire and daring to show itself as a passionate dancing warrior with a tool bag of medicine, creative objects, bones and feathers of remarkable quality and smells and sensations that fingers love to touch and curl themselves around, seeking stories from every lingering passer by, that visits me in a dream or a shamanic journey.

My souls calling, that Hollow Bone state that follows through my middle earth being, living in this world as a middle earth child. Born on the Winter Solstice, inbetween, the dark the light, the shadow in-between, stretched between the differences ready to bring that same difference to the world and learn to live in that central place of not one or the other but both, to be stretched, always stretched. Yet calmly finding a way to accept, to deeply accept this place of conflict that can be so easily danced with, once we know its mighty force!

And to know its mighty force we must stand in that Vesicus Piscis, invite the dark and the light together, just as we do the masculine and feminine, the yin and the yang and all of the forces of separation that they represent. And knowing then the brightest of lights, we become ‘one’ with all that is, we become the Divine Spirit that only this place can know.

Born a middle child, an older brother and a younger sister, I am in the middle, holding my own, am I male? Sometimes yes, I wear my brothers hand me downs, old jeans and sneakers, I try, yes only try to let him teach me football and rugby, there is at times no other ‘boy’ to play with, so I must. I fail at this sport, this sport I can make no sense of. But he digs up the old bones with me and that will suffice, our little pets that had to be buried, we look beneath the grave and find the oddments and to this day the bones are resurfaced to make medicine tools and creative pieces of wonderment.

Am I female? Sometimes yes, the little girl who came along needs her bigger sister, sometimes, to play those games that only girls will play, and then we find the dolls and the cuddly toys and the dresses and a pram that goes rusty when we leave it in the garden on rainy days, but in it amongst the slugs and snails who take refuge and seek out the crumbs from our picnics, we put our rabbits and our guinea pigs and push them around the garden, singing little songs and donning them with white lacy baby hats tied under their chins. I was introduced to jealousy however, in those days, I felt that curse begin to surface from under my skin, that pretty thing with the long golden hair and mine a strange reddish sort of ginger, my mother called titian blonde. I cut it off once, hers I mean, one day whilst left in the car at a parent teachers meeting outside the school. I found a pair of scissors and that was that. I spent along while in my bedroom, ‘contemplating’ I am told!

 Was I a boy or a girl, I could do both it seems, quite well. A useful way to merge in the world, one day doing my ballet classes and then being amongst ponies and horses and another with the boys on motor bikes and leather jackets, my yin and yang developing quite well as I found that pull with how to be correct in my mothers world and wear nice dresses and be good at the all girls public schools I spent my time at, until they told me to leave!

The environment was a nice middle class family, in a nice home with a garden, in the Midlands, the middle of the country I suppose that means? But it was the Midlands and somewhere near the Black Country, where my father worked in factories as a director, an important role, running the family business. The Midlands it seems is a good place to be, it holds many adventures from inner city life to the rural countryside that we eventually escape to. It seemed to hold a good array of interest for me, liking the going between, city and nature, city and nature. I liked the factories with the machinery, loud rhythmical sounds, smell of sacking and oil, the voices of the working classes, they swore a lot, even in jest, I liked that, my mother would never allow such words, I even said a few myself, when she could not hear. I put three-penny bits in the drinks machine and took them all cups or tea and coffee, I loved the smell of that dark rich roast, it looked like it stained their teeth, but it might have been the endless cigarettes they smoked?

And then the countryside, ah sweet nature, the animals and the places to hide, the deep dark tunnels of the stately home we lived in the grounds of, all wrecked and ruined but a wonderful adventure for us all. Trees, old hedgerows, metal gates and a wonderment of elemental experiences. I could be on my own here, but with my animals of course. They understood more than most I felt.

 I plunged into adulthood, with not much preparation, no middle ground to ‘practice’ from, to learn more mistakes and make some changes from them, I immersed into it well with many challenges sometimes losing that ground, but having to find it very quickly because of that baby in my belly and my mummy instincts for survival for us both, a necessity for me for him and the blind boyfriend at my side. Pregnancy was a strong teacher for me, as was and is motherhood.

Three boys and three girls, I stand again in the middle of the masculine and feminine, a mandorla of my own making, a balance of yin and yang, holding this youthful energy field as I created and brought human-beings into this world, each one with his or her many gifts and soul offerings. I watched them grow into theirs, knowing they were teaching me about mine, so fully so deeply, so determinedly, so matter of factly, ordinary lives meeting ordinary lives, we had our challenges and struggles, we came through time and time again and we became the poetry of our lives.

And now to learn why this all matters, and why it sculpts in to who I am now and why I must see this as my souls offering to humanity and beyond.

If we were all to look deeply into our lives and our history, what might we discover about our own souls calling?

from Hollow Bone; Middle Earth Medicine Ways © To be published 2017

Caroline Carey

http://www.alchemyinmovement.com/the-hollow-bone-medicine-ways/

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actions and re-actions

white owlWhat is the split part of me? What if anything do I really fear?
Am I so entrenched in the fears of being alone, that I must make my fear about others and their actions? Re-actions of theirs or our own?

Or do I sit in the quiet silence of my own fear and paranoia and ask myself, who am I to add to the mistrust of others, to the slavery of mankind, to the notion that I am one and I am separate?

For there is no separation, unless we fully believe in it!

There is only love if we make it so, there is only good if we believe it to be and there is a divine plan that at times leads us into the darkened world of chaos, where we dance that crazy dance of wild abandonment to uproot and re-root ourselves, churning up the mud and the debris asking ourselves over and over – ‘in the mirror of thee, I see myself’
But that in itself can be a journey full of fear, for sure. Even standing in the Center of our own conflict can and does create fear, we are pulled in many directions for sure!

But when we can whole heartedly enter into that river of chaos with a little more trust in our hearts and laugh at the mad makings of men and women, when we surrender to the rapids and undercurrents, when we learn to unite together in that flow of energy knowing there is so much more to life, that we are life and what really matters is already taken care of, we remember that we are such a minority in the greater scheme of things, such a minority on this vast and beautiful planet that is interconnected with the whole of the universe.

Time to do our inner work, to look within, to know our fears and know they belong to us, that our cellular systems need a deep cleansing so we come from a place of wisdom and clarity in what we need to do, without reacting from past stories and how it once was. Not scare-mongery, not anger towards others, not blame, not judgement, not ridicule……When the self stands strong and full of heart, then so does the ‘us’ that we become.

Yet our greatest fear since we left the mothers womb is separation, so we become addicts to ‘what’s mine,’ what ever that fear gets attached to.

It is always and has always been the most important time to do our inner work, to take responsibility for who we are and believe in ourselves and the goodness of each other, we are connected and always will be, there is no separation, we are one earth. Our primal instinctive nature knows this at a deep core level.

Caroline Carey

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Hollow Bone, 5 stages of soul work

Do you ever get that feeling that something is changing in your life! You have an idea what it is, but how it will unfold is still a mystery? We might get frustrated at these moments, needing to rush ahead and make these changes happen, to find meaning and purpose within them. We might try to force the change and start to shift things before they are actually ready to ‘be’ changed.


I can feel a sense of this right now, I know  what is happening for me and I also know that I must be patient and allow it to unfold gradually and gently, so that I do not miss the most important fine details of it coming together.
This change in my life is leading me down the ‘Hollow Bone’ pathway, to a new way of offering my work and it is very exciting!
There are new possibilities opening up and the time feels absolutely perfect. What I do know is that I am being guided to see the soul potential of my work and what is landing in the here and now.

It is very clear to me that one of our reasons for being born is to find out ‘why we are here’ and ‘what our soul purpose is?’ We are on a journey, opening our crown in wonderment and awe of the possibility.

We are hunters, for most of our lives, seeking that purpose, trying to find out who we are. It is a quest to find ourselves and some times it can drive us a little crazy as we go from task to task, from one belief to another and generally uprooting ourselves time and time again, in this hunter stage of our lives.
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And then something happens. We literally drop-in and a little further down into the body, we meet with the earth and all she holds for us. We feel it in our solar-plexus, a heat, the sensation of grief and joy all at once. We remember – and suddenly all fits into place. There is a sense of belonging and the hunting is over, but this can be painful for we can no longer be invisible to who we really are.
We must show ourselves and that can be frightening as we have no idea what others will think about us. There may be strong judgements! People may want us to stay the same as we were before because it is familiar to them and safe. We may feel loss, as we have to let go of other ways we have lived because they no longer serve us. Once we truly begin, we become much more visible.

The next stage is to become the container for our work, the belly of our soul-offerings, to begin to manifest it and show ourselves. Our solar plexus is now filled with light and we step out. There is a huge amount of joy in our hearts, it is a truly ecstatic experience! Because the soul arrives home and shines its light right through our body. There are no more fears or worries about judgements, there is no place for this, because we simply know what it is we are here to do. No one can tell us otherwise and we have no doubts. We relax deeply into who we are.

It does not mean we never have any more struggles, depending on the work we are doing, but we do it with more ease, being patient with ourselves and understanding the core process that is happening. There is nothing to rush, we relax deeply into our being and we protect this light that has landed in our hearts.


And then we feel into our roots, we know their connection to the earth, we can feel that deep rooted sensation as they feed on the nourishment of the soil and we are received home, we are connected, as a channel between the earth and the sky.

The work of our soul begins to flow from this moment on. There is no need to worry about success or decision making, it is done and we can laugh at any idea of imperfections. Of course this Journey takes time and must be completed in all of its stages, all of its shape-shifting, theater of the human condition. It needs its ritual and its ceremony in order for us to be able to say ‘here I truly am.’

I am interested in your journey, what is the story of your souls home-coming, at what stage are you?

Caroline

To take part in the Hollow Bone syllabus and the 5 stages of soul  please go to http://www.alchemyinmovement.com/the-hollow-bone-medicine-ways-of-movement/

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