This cursed blank page, it taunts me with all of the possibilities, but no words seem to be coming through. Have I lost my connection to the well of inspiration deep within my spirit? Where are the tales that have been begging to be told? Where are the vivid images that flash across my vision? I have been so focused on my courses, perhaps I have dulled my senses to my Muse.

No, I do not believe that. I do, however, think that my immersion in my studies has been because of my lack of inspiration – I need something to fill my mind during this silence, and what better way than to work towards a goal I have had for years? I promise that I have not forgotten about this space, and I will work to post more often.

Until Next Time,
Victoria.

the awen alone // review

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It has been a long while since last I devoured a book in less than a single day – however, The Awen Alone by Joanna van der Hoeven, seems to have been the best book to light a flame within my soul at this point in my life. As you all know, most likely well at this point, I struggle with spirituality – there is a logic within me that denies the existence of the things that I have experienced. I feel at war with myself on a daily basis because I know what I feel, in my heart and in my body, yet my mind tries so hard to negate it.

Joanna weaves information with personal experience in such a way that makes the path real – not just words on the page or lofty ideals. She lays out, with honesty, the amount of commitment that this path requires of someone – and she does this in such a way that the academic side, the learning aspects, are as undaunting as it could be.

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Daily practice has been a formidable foe for many months now – I have been unsure of how to handle the concept, and how to incorporate it into my day to day. Joanna, in service to the path of Druidry and to the Pagan community at large, helps to establish an understandable and accessible guideline for ways to integrate daily prayer, meditation, and pathworking (both inner and outer) into the quiet moments of our days.

Though the topics explored within its pages were simple and the barest minimum to get one started down the path of Druidry – ranging from the Who, to the What, with a bit of How dashed here and there – Joanna shared her knowledge for the Seekers of the world to absorb with truth, honesty, and service.


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the awen alone by joanna van der hoeven

reading as meditation

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I have been reading quite a bit recently. I always have a fictional book at the ready, in case I feel the need to disconnect from the world for a few blissful moments. I have been very happy with Kate Morton‘s books, having recently finished The Secret Keeper and immediately after, I started The House at Riverton.

I have adopted a philosophy similar to a content creator I follow on youtube – she reads a non-fiction book and a fiction book, together. I find that it inspires me to write, but also roots me to reality in a certain way, regardless of the topics of the books.

I find that reading can be a form of meditation, for those that enjoy it. I know many people, my son being one of them, that find reading tedious and, sometimes, infuriating. However, those of us that cannot help but love a good book may be able to benefit from reading as meditation. It takes focus and a clear mind to fully immerse yourself in the worlds within those pages, which are both considered primary skills of meditation.

I was reading my non-fiction book of choice, The Awen Alone: Walking the Path of the Solitary Druid by Joanna van der Hoeven, and came to the realisation that I tune my surroundings out whenever I have an interesting book in front of me. It was an ah-ha moment. I have a difficult time meditating on any given day – though I love the concept, and when it works for me, I enjoy it, it is difficult for me to silence myself, or to bring myself back to a place of focus if I am disturbed. Not with books. If I am distracted for a moment, it is almost immediate that, when my focus is shifted back to the page, I am back in that mental space.

I was a rather intense realisation, one that I do not remember ever having made before, but one that makes so much sense. I hope to pay more attention to my mind and my body when I enter that focused state, and to bring the skills used during reading into a true meditation practice.

Have you ever experienced reading as meditation? What does your meditation practice, if you have one, look like?

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