Monthly Archives April 2019

The note from heaven (book 4 of 12)

The note from heaven (book 4 of 12)

April 28, 2019
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“[…] getting closer to authentic expression, deeper into the music. Away from the ego, into the soul. Finding balance between the chaos of feelings and the dictates of the intellect. Disappearing somewhere between these two states, and growing from that place through the music.”

At the No Mind-festival in Ängsbacka the summer of 2018, I attended a workshop with Githa Ben-David on the note from heaven, and was enthralled. A roomful of people all singing on Aaarh, to their inner note from heaven (or at least aiming for it), for half an hour, that was energizing, let me tell you!

“That which touches the heart is never boring.
We come up against the same truth again and again. It is the essence that is important, not the story itself.”

Then I found out she’s married to Lars Muhl of The O Manuscript, this magnificent book-reading experience of mine, and was even more curious. So I bought her book: The note from heaven, by Githa Ben-David.

“When your light shines, you activate the light in others, and help them to remember that they are complete beings.

Anybody can shine! It is a matter of choice. If you wish to set your light free, then you need to unfold your wings. Let the wind carry you, and be prepared to land on both feet so you can fulfil your destiny on earth.”

I tried explaining to a few friends what The note from heaven is all about… and failed. I couldn’t find the words to explain or convey what this is all about. In short, it centers on the fact that everything is vibrations, truly e v e r y t h i n g. This means that with vibrations we can start to resonate, and dislodge, free, liberate, old memories and traumas, that stop us from shining our light into the world, shining fully as that which we are.

And this resonates enormously with me. It’s synchronicity in the making for me, as I stumble upon shine over and over again. It comes up, in conversations, in comments, in my dreams and the words I write and speak.

“When you find a form of expression that brings you joy, you will naturally wish to share it with other people This is a spiritual law: joy is like fire. When you pass it on and it is accepted, it spreads.”

Instead of trying to give this book the credit it deserves (besides the content and the essence of the story: The language. It is beautifully written!) when I fumble for words, I let the quotes speak for themselves. If they resonate with you, and you get curious about sound-healing, pick up the book!

“Open your arms so that you can contain as much light as possible. Receive everything that is given to you. The more you shine, the better you can serve the all. Pure energy flows like water, catches fire, spreads like love. It must be passed on. If you push it away, you lose it. If you hold on to it, it will be taken from you.” 

Shine on, you crazy diamond! Shine on.
And I, I will shine on right beside you.


The book I am blogging about is part of the book-reading challenge I’ve set for myself during 2019, to read and blog about 12 Swedish and 12 English books, one every other week, books that I already own.

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Present to the nature of beauty.

April 25, 2019
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Yesterday.
They were not there.
Buds. Yes. Open flowers. No.

Today.
They are here.
In all their splendor.
Absolutely magnificent.

Taking it in?
Or missing out?

The nature of beauty.
The beauty of nature.

Whichever way you look at it; magnificence!

Some years ago I was – suddenly – present to the nature of beauty.
Present to the beauty of nature
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As I took that walk, I was floored by awe.
Over. And. Over. Again.

Since then, this sensation is nearer to me.
I am here, more often than there.
Gratitude. For having been awakened to it all.

Close my eyes, and feel into it.
The cavity of my chest filled with absolute awareness.
From the bottom of my soul, from the depth of my every atom…
Awareness of all that is.
And love.
Love!

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It is enough.

April 22, 2019
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I haven’t prioritized setting up a new page on my website for my new podcast Doing gentle with an edge and even forgot that I timed the releases, so I had forgotten until my eldest told me two new episodes were released today.

I need to…
I have to…
I must…

No. I don’t. Here, however, is what’s true for me, in this very moment: I want to make a page on this site for my podcast, and set up a post for each episode, with links to the most commonly used podcast players, as well as the actual texts that I am reading.

What more is true, in this very moment, is that I have not made this a priority. And I think that’s why thoughts like need to, have to, must pop up, pushing for this activity to be pushed up the ladder of priorities in life.

And.
No.

Not now.
I have other things with higher priority at the moment, and hence, it will wait. Until the time has come for this to be done. Until then, it’s not as if the episodes are not available. They are. I just might be getting a wee bit more traction if I was actively promoting each episode, that’s a given.

But again – there’s only so much I can give top prio to, and by accepting this fact, I am actually inching my way closer to a time when this will be done. If, on the other hand, I was busy beating myself up over the head for not getting this done that I should my energy is used unproductively and in no way in service to me. Nor to you. So I won’t.

Deep breath in… and out.

It is enough.


Find Doing Gentle with an Edge in a podplayer near you, or via these links:
iTunes https://apple.co/2uSd94d
Spotify https://spoti.fi/2G2XMuI 
Acast https://play.acast.com/s/doinggentlewithanedge?

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How to relate to limits?

April 20, 2019
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How to relate to limits? My limits.
The boundaries that serve me versus the ones that stop my personal expansion as a human being.

A recent meeting that blew me out of the water, making me shatter my self-made box of limiting stories and beliefs. Writing about it. In that way that I write. Zoomed out and in at the same time, strangely impersonal yet enormously naked. I think? That’s how it feels to me. And that’s what matters, because, honestly, I have no idea what you pick up on, or not, how you react, or not. My style of writing is my style of writing.

So. Writing about it. Because that’s how I make sense of the world, of my world, how I learn and explore within myself. And yet. As I write, about this recent encounter, that has opened a new door to my universe, I cannot help but wonder… dare I? Dare I not dare?

To share or not to share, that is the question.

I’ve quite a few texts written that I’ve yet to share. Perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t.

Will these texts I am currently writing move in with these unpublished texts, or join the world in full view, with the rest of my 2000+ blog posts?

And no. I am not one to believe that I have to share everything. With everyone. Not anymore… I did. For a period around the turn of the millennia, that’s just what I did.

And at the same time, I find vulnerability in sharing what it’s like to be a human being in this day and age, is something I am drawn to. Regardless if I’m the one doing the sharing, or you.

What I’ve come to know is that when I share something completely raw to me, it’s not a good idea to share publicly. With close friends absolutely, friends whom I know will not sympathize but empathize. Once healing is underway and I’ve got a healthy distance to whatever caused my wound, my sharing might be of great help for others, besides for me. Because when my wounds are not open, raw and causing me acute pain, others do not have to manage me and my current state, but rather, can focus on what my sharing opened within themselves.

Yet. It’s as if I’ve yet to arrive, at whatever/where ever I am approaching. So I pause my writing and check my Facebook feed. Stumble across a post, on leaky boundaries vs clear ones. Baaam! Scroll at bit more, and come across yet another post, on baring ones’ soul while being a vessel for creativity. Putting oneself out there, to public display, not giving a hoot about the expectations of others. Swop tabs to LinkedIn, and slam dunk, post number three on being honest with what I feel and need, as opposed to interpretations and judgments, is right there in front of me.

Synchronicity in the making.
But what’s the message? Really, what am I being told here?

To share? To not share?

Somewhere… there’s still a nagging doubt within.
If I pick at it just a little, pick at the doubt, what I find behind it, is fear.
Fear of what a few select people might say or think.

So I pick at that just a little, pick at the fear, and what I find behind it… is…?

Me.
Belittling myself as well as those few select ones.

Now… how or who is that serving?

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Lost on you

April 19, 2019
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Digital sabbath for twenty-four hours coming to a close, I plonk down on the sofa and bring my MacBook to my knee. Open Facebook. 63 notifications, of which a handful are of real interest.

As I browse my feed for a few minutes I stumble across a posting in What do you need help with today buddy asking about a specific artist. Curious George that I am, I am impressed that the first comment hit’s the hammer on the nail, with the little info given in the ask. I read on, finding a link to the song in question, open YouTube and am thrown onto the most unique stage presence I’ve encountered in a long while.

LPs videos keep on coming, and song after song enthralls me. The voice. The rhythms. The feeling!

Wowed, and grateful. Imagine, what a gift to receive, out of the blue, a new favorite artist, one I am eager to delve into.

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A deep human shift

April 18, 2019
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At a loss for words, and at the same time wanting to get today’s blog done.
So I sit down with my laptop and let my mind go blank.

Ready to explore. In more ways than one.
Not wanting to pin it down, narrow the possibilities, limit my thinking or in any way imprison myself and what might be. Staying away from thoughts on what do I want to happen, but rather, keeping all options open, with what want’s to happen here top of mind.

One way not to limit myself is to share. When I did that in a recent conversation with my Campfire Sisters, this is what was captured by Vanessa Smith of Crafting Connection:

We post lots of pictures. The pictures are drawn from conversations we have with people.

Mostly the pictures are about us, the heart of us, even the souls of us listening to themselves find answers.

Today, I was part of one of those conversations with our lovely Campfire Sisters. We talked about and shared what it feels like to experience a deep human shift.

Letting go of what isn’t working requires that we sit in a space in between which is not always comfortable.

But as we sit there, in this new space of not knowing, we discover a whole lot more, waiting for us to engage with it.

This is what happened today in the conversation.

My lovely friend Helena Roth shared her journey and her discoveries from what happened when she STEPPED OUT OF THE SELF-MADE BOX.

What happened is in the pictures.

All this invisible stuff, I want the world to see, because it is precisely this invisible stuff that drives us and has the essence to support us transform, cross that line, and love and expand and be free to rewrite a new story.

Print the pictures, stick them on the walls around your office, in your home, wherever you need that invisible energy to support and uphold that new story in you wanting to emerge from you.

Use the pictures when you feel most uncertain, when the voices of cynicism inside or outside you belittle you and shake your trust in something better, something more beautiful, something more real!

Use the pictures to bring you home again, to love again, to start again.

With love

Crafting Connection

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When earth shrinks and the universe opens wide

April 15, 2019
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Once in a while, significant events take place. Such as …

Birth.
Death.
Marriage.
Divorce.

Those are a few of the more obvious significant events in life. But there are more. Events that make earth shrink and turn minuscule, all the while the universe opens up, ready to be explored.

Patterns are broken, limiting stories cease to be true, a life is being lived – in its totality.

Told D who, wise as always, told me (paraphrasing) Write, write, write, about all that has just taken place. Write to yourself, and open the letter at the earliest in a year. Write, as a gift to you.

So I lit a candle, filled up my teacup with warm water, and wrote, wrote, wrote. Three full pages. To me. About an event that made the earth shrink and turn minuscule. An event that made the universe open wide, ready to be explored.

By me.

Universe.
Here I come!

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Fare-thee-well

April 12, 2019
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It’s as if I’ve awakened, after a long hibernation.
Or perhaps, I truly was born again, born anew, on the bus to Sjöbo, listening to Arvo Pärt giving a commencement speech?

Something has shifted.

There is more energy.
More drive. More guts.
Courage. Clarity.

More more more…
Yes.

But.
Not in a sense of needing more; that Sisyphus-like struggle to push the rock up the hill, only to have it roll down to the bottom again. Endlessly striving, struggling. A hopeless mission of trying to fill a void, impossible to fill.

Not that type of more.

Rather, the type where it is simply more because I’ve released yet another layer of limits. Of boundaries that no longer serve me. Of protective coverings, put in place at a time when I was served by them. Kept in place, year upon year, decade upon decade, if nothing else but for the fact that other layers of protection were added on top. Layer upon layer.

Slowly. Throughout these past twenty years, one by one, I’ve dismantled them. Torn at them. Ripping them apart. Tossing them to the side. Letting yet older layers be exposed to light, making me ask: How does this particular layer serve me?

And when the answer is It doesn’t. Not anymore, I’ve learned to thank it. Filled with reverence for what it has done for me. Because at one time or another, this particular layer has done me a service. But the time has come to shed yet another layer, and when time’s up, time’s up. 

With grace and gratitude, I bid that which is no longer needed to keep me safe, strong and sheltered, fare-thee-well.
With curiosity and care, I turn to the next layer, ready to ask that very same question, starting all over again.
All the while, I rejoice in letting my light shine just a tad brighter than before. 

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The 4MAT model: Why? What? How? What if?

April 11, 2019
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Why do I do daily Facebook Lives?

That’s a question I got asked today, based on the 4MAT model and the four basic questions of: Why? – What? – How? – What if?

I know why I do what I do, but getting the question made me reflect on what I do, and how I do it, and if I am clear enough with my why. Which I apparently am not. So I gave it a long rambling go in today’s Facebook Live, but for you who would rather read the quick and easy version as to what my Why is, here it goes: Making a positive imprint.

FB Live #162 🇬🇧 – What’s my Why with these lives?

FB Live #162 🇬🇧 – What’s my Why with these lives?Using the 4MAT model.

Publicerat av Helena Roth Torsdag 11 april 2019

 

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The intricate fabric of life

April 10, 2019
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I have pledged to upload new episodes on Mondays and Thursdays, of my podcast Doing Gentle with an Edge. And as I haven’t gotten anything other than the free account on Soundcloud as of yet, I uploaded the first Doing Gentle episode and the first reflection-piece just before midnight Wednesday night. Not being able to schedule the releases, this is how it will be done, for now.

And so now it truly begins, this podcasting adventure. Because the introductory episode was not “the real deal”. These two episodes are. And the way this pod works is that what I am releasing into the world in the form of sound, are texts that have been available in written form since they were published. January of 2016, for these specific blog-posts-turned-pod-episodes.

Awareness. 
Please be gentle, I’m still learning. 

Those are the ones.
I can honestly say, that I would not be who I am if I hadn’t learned how to be gentle with myself. And I hadn’t learned that it was an option to be gentle towards myself if I hadn’t been made aware of that fact by my then-therapist.

Life…

It’s no wonder to me that life is so often described in terms of a weave. A web.
An intricate fabric, of events and happenings, of successes, failures, and mishaps, of chance meetings and life-long friendship, of love, lost and found, of tears, joy, happiness, and sadness.

Since 2012 blogging has been a major part of my life weave. In 2018 I started doing vlogs (in the form of a daily Facebook Live) and now, at long last, I’ve added podcasting as its very own thread.


Find Doing Gentle with an Edge in a podplayer near you, or via these links:
iTunes https://apple.co/2uSd94d
Spotify https://spoti.fi/2G2XMuI 
Acast https://play.acast.com/s/doinggentlewithanedge?

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