B L E S S I N G

 

A Blessing for Work

 

May your work today be of service, be a prayer, be an offering.

May you express what is seeking expression.

May nourishment fill up the well of longings in hearts near and far.

May you be guided to find the resources you need to bring your vision into form.

And may that vision be a lighthouse, sparking insight to thrive, as nature intended.

 

 


W I L D

To protect the wild outside we must also protect the wild inside.
It is…  the urge to run against the grain; dance until our blood flows to faster; splash paint on open canvasses; swim naked in cold seas; write all night with only the moon as a guide; sit around camp fires letting tales and tears flow; wander the back roads getting lost over and over again; digging our hands deep into fertile soil; stargaze ourselves into nothing but awe; let the poems flow through us, the music and song too; and love with abandon every atom of that oak tree, and every sprig of greening too.
It is all that, to protect the wild. Plus…. it is a refusal to be tamed by forces which will profit from the repression of our expression, creativity, sexuality, diversity, identities and the essence of our humanness; our capacity to imagine and create from there.
And so it is that when we can let the wildness out we can let the wildness in too, until we realise we are all made of the same matter, after all, and we are bound together in this intricate and intimate choreography of wild-life.

F L O W

 

It’s not all steady and gentile, the rhythm of our creative tides. We can cross continents before the burst of energy overtakes us. But, as sure as the waves of our inhale and exhale, the waves of creative energy are ever-present. We tend to them by showing up to our craft; we nurture them with our attention; and we tune into them with a willingness to let them transform us too.

For as we create our art by offering our gifts to the world, our art and our gifts also create us. This is the wave of generous reciprocity in cyclical, flowing, action.

How can you nurture trust in your own creative flow today? .


S M A L L

 

Nature teaches us that smallness and delicacy are intricate to the very fabric of creation. Through the filagree threads of veins and chlorophyll filled cells, life flows. Every healthy eco-system relies on the rightful place of those who take up their position. From the giants of the forest canopy to the microscopic mycelium, every element has a role to play. Wholeness is constituted in parts.

Yet, like so many things out of balance, our social, political, and economic systems have been predicated on the idea of scale, infinite growth and power ‘over’ rather than power ‘with’. One glance at the headlines will tell you how we are going with this. In short: not well.
I think it is time to reclaim the power of small.

Small means using less, buying local. It means looking for solutions in the margins. Small can squeeze into gaps, plug holes, turn quickly, change direction, pivot fast. Small is the handcrafted, the bespoke, the individually tailored, the limited edition. It’s tending to a close network of intimate friends. It’s deep connection. It’s seeing the beauty in the detail. It’s realising that the resources to keep producing in the way that we have been are not infinite. Small is acting on a knowing that we are stronger, together, then focusing our time and attention on where we can best make a difference.

So, if you are feeling ‘small’ today, how might that be a good thing? How can you use it to your advantage? And what might you notice and catalyse from here?

Remember: a small pebble can have a big ripple effect and the beginnings of a garden are in the seeds.


R I T U A L

 

The blank page. One of the most inviting, most intriguing and scariest places I know. Here is where I face myself- the layers of self, the multiplicities, and write myself forward.

It is the place I go to find a pocket of communion with the inner world- the access point to the creative stream, the clarity before intentional action, the place from which the future can grow. It is a re-wiring and re-writing of the story I’m living out. The place of re-invention, of renewal.

When I don’t know where to begin, I ask the page, ‘Who am I today’, and the page responds with the unfolding.

It’s a question I offer to you too. If you are stuck, if you want to begin a journalling practice, or if the blank page is beckoning, you can ask, ‘Who am I today’? And see where the words take you. Then tomorrow, ask again. And the next day, and the next…

As we practice, so we become.


For International Women’s Day



To honour the women, we honour the feminine within us all. It begins with honouring the Great Mother, Mama Earth, Gaia; this singular and magical home of ours, the original birthplace. And it involves honouring the womb: the dark place of possibility and potential deep within; our creative well, where fecundity is a birthright. We honour those who have gone before- the mothers who have lead the way and opened doors, and the mothers of mothers. And we honour the flame of feminine power and voice. 


In this honouring of the feminine, there is acknowledgement of the masculine. The yin and the yang; the need for both within all of us- male and female- to circle the cycle of a whole life. 


Our global systems were built in the main with patriarchal structures- government, business, education, healthcare- linear and hierarchical, with the dominant push power, which unchecked, can repress and negate the feminine. For systemic change to happen- to create systems which are sustainable and dynamic–our systems need also to embody the feminine principles of vulnerability, flexibility, cycles and empathy. They need to capture the fierce creative potential in the womb of our imaginations to vision and actualise new ways of being in the world. We need leadership with compassion at its core, we need fluid and dynamically responsible policies and practices which protect our earth, our collective home. We need to speak of love as a cohesive force—a powerful love which can unite us as fellow citizens of the world. 


So this International Women’s Day, whether you are male or female, or however you choose to express your gender- may we all celebrate the feminine internally, so that the feminine externally may rise with its great power and grace to evolve us to wholeness.


What is the measure of a life well lived?

From my look out spot, some reflections:

What is the measure of a life well lived?

So often we measure our success based on our productivity, output or some external indicator which society places on us. This usually arrives as a ‘should’- ‘I should have more money by now, or more opportunities, or more X. I should be here in my career. I should be doing more’.

But ‘more’ is not an indicator of depth, value or lasting impact.

Instead, what if the measure of a life well lived was the quality of questions we lived into:

Am I learning?

Am I contributing to something which feels larger than myself?

Am I experiencing wonder?

Am I finding myself drawn into conversations which help me see things differently?

Does curiosity tap me on the shoulder and lead me down new paths?

Am I growing?

Does my heart break a little bit every day to crack me open to the real and raw?

Can my being here be a balm to another, and a friend to all beings, now and for the generations to come?

 

The right questions can lead to the right quests.


Why Write?

 

Why write? 

It is this strange thing really: letters falling onto blank pages, making words, to make meaning, to communicate this human experience.

Do we find ourselves in the sentences? Or in the pause between sentences?

Do we discover each other there too, not just the outsides of each other, but the inner workings and the tickings of another mind?

Why write?

This for one: the stories we choose to shape, and the stories we choose to share. I think they have a potential beyond the sum of their parts. More than words alone, more than mere sentences, what we can find there is the connective tissue of our humanity; the things that bind us and the things which make our hearts yield to the possibilities in each other. When you share yours, it gives me permission to share mine.

Then there are the daily evocations of our moving through the world. Story is where my ordinary —the making of the coffee, the folding of the sheets, the mending of a torn friendship, the sowing of some seeds — meets your ordinary, but also our extraordinary— that glimmer in an eye, that constellation of experience which makes you who you are. It is where our common humanity rubs shoulders; where I can find out what it is like for you to laugh, or cry, or have your heart broken. But then it is also a way to realise that in your broken is also my open, in your speaking of forgiving is my way to understand forgiveness, and in the telling of your grief, I can take some steps on my own path of healing. Of course, you might also tell a story of a love so great it nearly blows us both apart, then plants us back in hope. I think, ultimately that is the power of stories: when we really let them into the marrow of us, they are redemptive and alchemical, changing the very mould of our beings. We are like rubber bands that way, once expanded there is no going back to our original shape.

So, yes, I write to make sense of things, but I read and listen so as to step outside my own world for a while, and expand my boundaries of understanding. It helps me realise there is always another way of seeing things, and that each story is a pathway deeper into the well of our being here together on this little blue dot called earth, and then a bridge to another life, or another land. Perhaps story is just our fastest way of travelling from here to there. 

Why else?

Well, there is always the beyond. I write as a way of staying in connection to a creative capacity which seems to live just outside the known of me. It is a way to keep that river of undiscovered self in flow and force. Sometimes it feels magical. Sometimes it feels alive. Those sometimes keep me going too.

We all write for our own reasons. The writing itself reveals them to us. That is the beauty of the creative process. It is not the end result which is the gold, it is the engagement in the process itself. It is generative, it is affirmative and it is one of the greatest gifts we can give to ourselves: the gift of honouring our own intrinsic creativity which in turn gives life to who we are to become.

What if the world was fuelled by blank pages, words and the curiosity to see where our story wants to takes us next? And what if we realised our creativity was that very fuel.

I think we’d sense it is time to stoke some fires, gather around, write some tales, then listen.

I’m in. Are you?

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Write to Your Truth Coming to Lisbon- 18/ 19th May 2019. 

 

I can’t wait to be heading to Lisbon to host a weekend ‘Write to Your Truth’ salon. We’ve found an elegant venue right in the heart of the city, there will be glorious food, I hear the weather in May is generally delightful, plus you’ll get to dive into our stories, learn some creative skills, develop your writing practice, and experience the wonder of words. 

Here, Emily – my co-host and I- tell you more.

To book online head on over here.


On Wayfinding through Mud and Wetness

You can listen to this post here (5 mins)

 

 

 

 

There is a place I walk out to. A special place, which has a mix of solace and solidarity, out at the edge where wind meets the wild. I have been there many times. I go to write, to think, to sit, to be in conversation. It is a place beyond my definitions of beauty.

But this gets me: each time I walk out, the path is different. It is never clear. It is full of thorns and brambles, and a thick, unforgiving sludge which is a mixture of mud and cow shit. I fell three times yesterday. I stabbed my hand on some barded wire. Milly turned the colour of sodden earth. My feet were so wet I could have rung them out. This is the path less trodden. Sometimes it is full of shit. Sometimes it is full of savour. Mostly it is both.

As in life, so in life.

I want to tell you this: there are times I think I should give up on this freelance life, this working way part-lived online, this walking on paths which are not paths at all. There are days which are shadowy, and days which are slippery. There are days in which I feel all the sludge. Somedays I feel lonely. Somedays I feel like I want to hurl expletives at the next person who claims to have a definitive solution to the complexity of life, or who offers a ten step guide to having your life sorted, as if life is this thing that can be boxed and bound.

Then I remember the castle. Then I remember the path. Then I remember the choices. Then I remember the stories. Then I remember to sit in the mud and enjoy the silky coverings of sea-spray. Then I remember to phone a friend.

We read poetry to each other. Rilke’s words:

‘This is what the things can teach us:

to fall, 

patiently to trust our heaviness. 

Even a bird has to do that

before he can fly. 

We sit in silence for awhile afterwards. It feels close to truth. So close. By listening to each other we reaffirm the power of flight. The listening is a way of saying: ‘I believe in you. Keep going’. The listening is an act of stirring up resilience, in us both.

I think this is so much of the real work; the work of accompaniment, this act of dedicated attention to cultivate hope in the spirit of endurance and the creativity of tenacity. For each other, over and over, it is needed when we stop seeing the truth of ourselves. It is so we have each other to mirror back our strength, to help us find the next turn of the path, to remind us of our castles.

I don’t want to give up friends. I don’t want you to give up either. But sometimes we have to realise that we can’t do it all alone. That we need to phone a friend who can help us to trust in the weight of our convictions and remind us of the longer arc of patience needed to take us there. Maybe sometimes that is all we have: our vision, and each other.

Later, I take a shower, washing the mud from my fingernails and unknotting my hair. I give Milly a wash too, returning her to white. As the full moon rises, I read more Rilke. One line shimmers.

‘Through the empty branches the sky remains’

Then I throw some more fuel on the fire and feel the heat rise. As the flames light up the room, an email arrives from another friend. It says: ‘let’s do this’. I respond, simply ‘Yes, let’s’.

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So this is a note to all of you today who may be thinking of giving up. But instead of giving up maybe it is time to phone a friend, or walk out to the equivalence of your castle, or take a different route for a while. Sometimes it is not the vision that’s the problem, but how we are approaching it. Sometimes we just need to take a detour for a while, or a pause, and notice how the moon always rises across the arc of open skies.

Sending you love, for wherever you find yourself today,

Clare. x

 

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Coming up…

An Online Writing Circle
 Write to Your Truth, the online version starts soon. On March 2nd. It’s eight weeks. It is a way for your to build your writing skill and craft some stories. It needs about two hours commitment per week. There are six beautiful live circles/ sessions in which we will write together. Find out more and register online today

 

Want to coming to Lisbon? 
How about a weekend of writing and connection, learning and exploring in Lisbon.
Write to Your Truth is heading to Lisbon in May. Come join Emily Avila and I as we team up to create this nourishing, supportive creative salon. Find out more and book online here. 

 

Creative Mentoring 
Have a creative project you want to grow? Need some support to clarify your vision, values, next steps and communications? My mentoring process is a blend of design thinking, intuition and inner work, and strategic planning- tailored to your needs. Find out more. 

 

 

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Write to Your Truth: Announcements & Early Bird offers

I have a flurry of announcements for you today. Write to your Truth is deepening and expanding! 

Write to your Truth is a writing process designed to tap you into the power of your stories, and support you in transforming the raw material of your life into crafted pieces of writing. It’s a creative, exciting journey of discovery of your own inner world, the stories which have shaped you and the story of your life you want to live onwards. Along the way you learn ways of tapping into your senses for meaning making, and a layered story mapping tool which will help you to see how the stories in your life interact and can be crafted into narratives. 

You don’t have to be a writer, but you do need to be curious about how story shapes your life, and be willing to do some reflective writing to weave those stories together. 

If you have been wanting time and space to write, this is also a great structure, focus and kick-start to a regular practice. If you want to craft your own story to help you develop your own leadership, voice and clarity, this process will also support you. 

I have THREE different ways you can now engage with the process, online and live in person. 

1. Online Circle- with live calls and individual writing support. 

Starting March 2nd. 

The most in-depth version of ‘Write to Your Truth’  is my 8 week online course which is starting again on March 2nd. In this version you’ll be introduced to all the practices, plus you will get to work on two longer writing assignments which you’ll craft, edit and then have a chance to share with the group. There are also six live calls during the course where we will be learning together, writing together and sharing both draft and polished pieces. 

Anna, who took the first online version of the course in the Autumn, shared these words about it,

“I have taken many online courses, and none compare to Clare’s Write Your Truth course. Clare’s experience, authenticity and guidance make writing not only effortless, but meaningful. The content in this course allowed me to realize that the stories I have within me, as well as the stories we all have within us, are endless. Clare showed me that my story was just waiting there, ready to be put into words, and when I leaned into that, it just flowed onto the page. The Write Your Truth course didn’t only give me guidance on how to be a better writer, it taught me how to connect with my truth and trust myself enough to say what I wished to say. I am forever grateful for everything I learned and continue to learn from Clare and this course.” – Anna Gannon, New York, 2018.

The course starts on March 2nd.

**Early bird available until Feb 17th**

Find out more here and get on board today! 

 

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2. One day workshops, Schull, West Cork, Ireland. 

Schull, West Cork, is a harbour village, on the wild west coast of Ireland. It also happens to be where I call home at the moment. In the village there is a wonderful country house, Grove House, which have been home to writers for the last 100 years. It is the perfect setting for a writing workshop. 

During this day I introduce you to the Write to the Truth process, and we have time to write & share. The day is about sparking your creative expression and giving you the courage and confidence to continue writing and delving into your stories. 

We also get a yummie lunch. And cake. 

Here is what a previous participant Ger said about the workshop: 

‘Gained a realisation that writing is not just for the chosen few. I too have a story to tell and my own writing style. A potential for creativity which never got the chance to develop or flourish. I now have greater self belief’ 

Upcoming dates: 28th April and 20th July. 

Find out more, select your date, and book here. 

Only 12 spaces available per workshop.

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3. Weekend Writing Salon- Lisbon, Portugal

And I am so so excited to share that Write to your Truth is travelling to Lisbon, Portugal for a weekend writing salon. I am teaming up with my friend Emily Avila, who is going to help host us in this beautiful city. We have found an incredible venue, and I know this is going to be a very very special weekend. 

We’ll have lots of writing time, and we’ll be sharing our stories in this beautiful salon. I can’t wait! 

 

 

 

Find out more and book your place online here. 

Only 15 spaces available. 

**We have a very special early bird available until 15th March**

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If you have questions about any of the events, please get in touch by email (clare@claremulvany.ie). Hoping you will join me.

Until soon, 

Clare. xx