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"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little." ~ WB Yeats
When I recently came across this statement by WB Yeats, I immediately understood what he meant. I was blown away. I can't even tell you what it affirmed in me. Only a poet could nail it.
Ever since I can remember, I have sought refuge from the world. When I was very young, I remember imagining a secret underground space in our garden. In this space, me and my friends could gather and we would have a world, all to ourselves, in which we could play. My coveted world was a safe space, a fun place, a thing of wonder.
As I got a little older, I got my wish.
I grew up in the countryside. We spent long days building camps, forts and bases. This was our turf. We would gather, sit on blocks, arranged in a circle, they were like altars. We would tell stories, jokes and tales, tease each other and play.
Hay barns, fields, farms and forestry were the canvas on which to express ourselves and that, we did. We created a world of our own, we tended to it. We belonged. It was our place of retreat, the fortress of our becoming.
Those were the best days. I feel blessed to have known them.
I think I have always yearned for that again. A world in which I could devote myself, to be free again, to be me again. Because we should never stop becoming, should we?
We think 'adulthood' is the destination.. once we grow up, there's no more becoming, there's no one else I could be. This is it. This is me. We settle.
I was just thinking about it today, it's not about growing up.. it's about growing out. Pushing out our edges. Embodying as much of ourselves as we can.
I think this has defined my journey all along. I now know, this is what my recurring dream, the one in which I discover secret rooms in endless houses, is about. I believe I have been all my adult years trying to find my way back to a time in my life I cherished. It was sacred. I believe it's what has brought out my creativity and why creative practice has become so important to me. It is my way in to the practice of devotion.
12 Years ago, I began envisioning an idea of a gathering place, somewhere that would act as a touchstone, somewhere I could gather with the likeminded and delve in again to 'becoming ourselves'. It's a world I have been itching to create.
But first, I had a lot of learning to do, a lot of mistakes to make, a dose of what it costs the soul to settle. I had to get really fired up. Now It's clear. I've identified the way in, the way back to devotion is to exercise our creative powers. The powers through which we can express and shape ourselves.
To me, this means to engage in activities and with people that help you reconnect with your true self, your essence. To keep alive in you, your hope, your joy, your spirit. To animate in you, the person you already know you are, want to be or are becoming.
I want to build a camp for that.
Somewhere to retreat from 'the desperate field of battle'. To connect you (and me) with others who will get it and want the same thing. To find a tribe, a community, a sense of belonging. Think of it as a charging station.
I've been readying myself for years. It's time.
I'm in the early stages of building my dwelling, far from the maddening crowd; in honour of hope and the nurturing of memories of who we are, though creative self and soul nourishing activities.
I have found a space, in which I will host gatherings. It's in the vibrant and inspiring Craft Village in Rathcormack, Co Sligo. Right in the shadow of the majestic Ben Bulben, less than a mile from the resting place of WB Yeats and right on the Wild Atlantic Way. In this space, there are ancient faery forts, nature trails and authentic round wicker huts. There is a creative community and a weekly market. It's welcoming, it's recharging, it's enchanting.
There is such beauty and inspiration in this place. It feels so right (and a little bit wobbly). I know I have found a place to call home and to continue the work of becoming. And I want you to accompany me.
We are all artists. We just need a space to find ourselves again <3
My new creative space, Pilgrim Soul has been born. I'll post more updates as they happen.
I'm so excited (and nervous) but mostly excited.
I'll be creating a mailing list soon (ahem, the perpetual long finger) so you can sign up & stay in touch!
Always, Amanda xoxo
Hello love, I've been busy this week preparing for a busier one to come! As a result I haven't done as much soul work as I would like. Pooh...
This week I completed a 'Daisy Jane' for somebody special who'll have it shortly and I can post a photo then. I'll have two reveals next week... two Daisy Janes making their way to the homes of two women I have known all my life... I love that.
I began drafting this post with the intention of keeping it to 500 words. As it happens, 500 words were simply not enough to explore the topic of soul discovery.. what a surprise.. Lol. I went with it though and MANY words later, I have emerged having decided to make what is now an essay, a series of four posts. I personally find it cumbersome to read long long blog posts, so I'll assume the same is generally true for readers and spare you the extended effort. I'll post the next instalments over the coming days. But for now... let us begin!
What you're seeking is right under your nose...
Do you have a place where you just know you belong? Maybe you haven't found it yet, but have you ever touched on something that felt right... thrown yourself into something that others would say 'God, that's too hard / too much work', but you think 'What? This is not work... if only!'
This has happened to me so many times. I give myself to something that comes so naturally to me and find myself secretly wishing I could do 'this' full time, whatever it was. I could easily get lost here... This would not feel like 'work' to me, it is so far removed from the 'clock watching' type of work, the definition and too often the value of which, is determined mostly by the fact that it 'pays'.
I'm talking about the kind of work I would have to pull myself away from, this is the type of work that blends, that is an extension rather than a detention of my being.
I have wracked my brain trying to find my 'strengths', my purpose, a way to apply my value in life. I have heard countless times that our greatest strengths are the things we do naturally, so naturally in fact that we don't even realise we're doing it.. That the 'thing' we're doing is not the common practice we think it is. Instead it has become so common to us, it has been minimised and allocated a place of unimportance in our lives.
Earlier this year I came away from a few conversations where the take away message for me seemed to be "what you're seeking is right under your nose". Of course I took this message literally at first... I started 'looking' around, as if I was going to 'see' something I had missed before. I started to observe my day.. what am I doing naturally, willingly, irresistibly, that others would call 'work'. It certainly wasn't housework..lol.. because although I do that, I still have to bargain with myself to do it, if I had my way I would never have to spend time mopping the floor. I do it because the floor needs mopping, not because I have a need to mop!
All the while, evidence has been manifesting around me, but because it has been scattered and layered and woven into the fabric of my life, I never noticed... Until now.
What is the thing you're doing that apparently is the thing only you can do?
Want to Read more?
Part 2: Finding your Hidden Strength
Part 3: Where do you step forward?
Part 4: Uncovering the story of who you really are