Posts Tagged "play"
Feeling Alone?
Do you ever feel alone or even singled out? Can you see we’re all swaying and playing in the same field? Do you believe there’s abundance for all, including you? “Your choices of action may be limited—but your choices of thought are not.”–Abraham-Hicks
A Single Blade?
Single Blade, So Much More
©Britt Nielsen
A Single Blade
Is that what you see?
A single blade catching the sun?
I am so much more.
Pause.
See all of life reflected here.
You are here too.
Can you feel your presence?
Pause a moment, breathing it in.
I am a single blade.
Yes.
I lean out in search of Solitude.
I sway with Wind as my lead, though
without me, there would be no dance
on the water’s edge.
Oh, how Water ripples with glee
at our playful dance.
So, now we are three.
Wait there’s more.
You make four.
Stay and dance.
Single Blade am I,
bending, dipping and
masquerading as a Single Blade.
Can you not see the depth of me
beyond my curves, fold down the middle,
and narrowing tip?
Life explodes within and beyond
the shadows of my sinewy ridges.
I plunge to my depths and pop up for air,
diving deeper again and again
until I erupt laughing,
breathing fully now.
I am me!
Single Blade, So Much More
Read MoreLive Your True Nature
Do as you choose. Eat standing up? Play! Snuggle up and nap.
Eat Standing up? Play! Snuggle up and Nap.
©Britt Nielsen
Play more! Stargaze. Drift off with a good book. Be creative. Create what only you can create!
Create what you desire and what sets your soul on FIRE!
Play More! Stargaze! Drift off with a Good Book.
©Britt Nielsen
When Panic Strikes
For one of the camp activities, our ‘counselor’, Julie has us hold our paper with our current writing project at different vantage points to change our perspective. I especially like balancing my blank page for my first ever blog post on my head as I walk around the room. I could get the camp award for how well I can do this! I don’t share that with the others in the group. Now that we have a fresh perspective, Julie prompts us to start writing “when I see my writing project…”
When I see my writing project, I panic. My chest tightens. I replay the tape from childhood. “I don’t know how to start. I don’t know what to write. Why do we need to write anyway?” The words ‘writing project’ sound like death. They constrict my breath causing it to be so shallow I might die. That’s a bit drastic don’t you think? Well then I might die—or at least severely suffer—if I don’t write it! Please, such drama! Yes, that’s what I should do, DRAMA, not writing. Where’s the sign up for drama camp?
What ‘tapes’ from your childhood are you replaying? What anxieties or fears do you have? What aren’t you doing that you would truly love to do? I invite you to 
with me to explore what maybe be holding you back and discover what wants to be so you can vibrantly Live Your True Nature!
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