Thursday, 12 January 2017

Yin Yang

I'm finding understanding and excepting my experiences through the concept of yin yang really helps me.  I've recently been exploring Daoist philosophy. So far it seems to be about accepting life on its own terms.  That nothing is purely good or bad.  I've always thought it is good to be philosophical about life.

 Daoism seems to be something I've been looking for. It's early days.  Spirituality has been important to me for many years ive learned to understand there is no right path that everyone should follow. For me life seems like a school that we all learn from in an individual way.  Daoism seems to be a philosophy about the way life is. Which can be difficult painful wonderful and beautiful. And everything inbetween.

I like how it thinks about life and nature. My mum would quote the saying nature red of tooth and claw. She didn't like nature programs she said it was just feeding, fighting, and fornacating. Nature and the dark side of nature like all that done to survive. I think is predominately feared in society. Those things like eating, decay, death, growing old, we don't face up to in a society where we have pretty much divorced from nature. And perhaps our own authentic nature.  whereby all the seeemingly negative aspects are part of. It's as though we have santized out of life we live those bits we don't like. Stamp on them and fear them.

I like the yin yang symbol because it symbolizes the fragment of good in the dark. And humility in greatness. Often so many mistakes and difficulties have been made to achieve anything.

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St Dymhna as shaman

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A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.

The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.

One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?

With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.

One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End

Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

Bay Girls

Bay Girls
This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

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Zippo face warmers