Intentions – A Limp Lightsaber Is No Use To Anyone

Doing what I love and doing it often has become my mantra. It’s a no brainer really, but if like me, you have been more concerned with the intentions of others than your own, it may be time for you to break the cycle.

If you are a regular visitor to my page and enjoy my blog and poetry posts (hugs if you do) you will know that certain things prick my heart, soul, conscience and passion. It’s true that things bother me and no more so than the actions of people around me or more accurately, how in my mind, I perceive their message.

My perceptions are my sensory journey through life. They continue to be a blessing and at times an annoying itch that I am unable to reach. Well, I don’t want to break my nails or have scars on my ancestral olive skin so if my life is to be lived to the fullest, it is essential to learn a few things first.

My creative journey continues with some very exciting projects and collaborations. However, my spiritual journey took a whole new twist after I discovered Reiki. When I am drawn to something, I tend not to ignore it as I believe there is a reason for the path that is presented before me. It is this path that has taught me the most valuable lesson of 2014.

Reiki is about moving into a state of balance and achieving more balance in your life. My biggest achievement this year was studying and becoming a Reiki practitioner and at the very heart of this energy system is intent.

I mentioned intentions at the start of this post and after dedicating Reiki treatments to open and accepting clients, it has become clear to me that intent is powerful when channelled in a way that helps me and others with no other thought than the good of everyone.

There isn’t a day that goes past when the well-being of my friends and family hasn’t been on my mind. But, without realising, I tipped the scales of balance so far to one side catapulting me into outer space. Space travel is a childhood dream of mine but floating like a lost Jedi with zero power and a limp lightsaber isn’t how I pictured it to be.

The good intentions I have for others will continue to be part of my make-up. To change that would mean an uncomfortable shift in my character and that has been tested enough.

Through Reiki, my Reiki Master and the inspiring women I met in a room of tears, laughter and tea it became abundantly clear that the intention to develop myself through ‘Rei’, Universal and ‘Ki’, Life Force Energies is just the beginning.

How is this possible? Simply put, by the words of another master….

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Seeds Beneath The Snow

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: New Moon & Cherry Tea

New moon you came along tonight with messages confused.

You told me what you dream of, once again you left me bruised.

New moon I put the kettle on, it whistled while I bled.

New moon your brew was bitter-sweet, I choose Cherry Tea instead.

Hot and sometimes scolding, test me by temperature.

I learn to wait for tepid eau , burned mouth there is no cure.

New moon you have a way with words they trickle down my cup,

But cherry won’t allow for waste,

Crimson sweetness won’t give up.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: Mystery Maker

Mystery in the making from opening my eyes
Knowing deep within my soul the secret there it lies
You won’t believe me when I say I’m ok not confused
You labelled me and there it stuck between my high-heeled shoes.

Mystery unravelling, blowing subtle breeze
Uncoiled and ready for the sun, sand grains caress my knees
What I can see may not be clear for vultures poised to taint
The present, an artists canvas, eager for me to paint.

I can tell what they remember so my mystery remains
Intuition like mighty Hercules, strong, refusing to wane
Speak to those who listen, they often tell us this
All ears at your first sentence, then kill you, deadly kiss.

My mystery is all I have it keeps my mind from madness
My dreams you know are safely kept, no drama or endless sadness.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: Sweet Roses

Sweet smelling roses undiluted fragrant flare,

My nostrils drunk on petals floating on polluted air.

Sweet smelling roses where angels dare to tread,

Brave are they who tip toe around my giddy head.

Sweet smelling roses, God, he must be near,

Gently whispered scents they flow, I listen, I can hear.

Sweet smell of roses I close my eyes to see,

Perfectly formed bloom appears to me.

Sweet smelling roses, sprinkled, they tickle my soul,

Once a bud in this life, now grown, I am whole.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014