a field....

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
— Rumi

Today I sit with, who I am in the world. My innate nature is that of softness, tenderness, honesty, compassion and love. The overlay of woundings I have accumulated comprise of defensiveness, armour, running, fighter and warrior. When I am disconnected to my truth, of who I am, it has a big impact on my life and the lives of others. When I am reflecting over my life, I want to look at my actions, my words, my relationships, with a smile on my face and calm in my heart.

Last night in yoga I encountered the divine, the connection with who I am and the interconnection of it all. These moments precious and rare for me as thus far I have only experienced them in plant medicine journeys and whilst making love. In the past month my Yin yoga practise is taking me to these places and beyond. The deeper I go within a pose, the more I release and the closer to self I become. My physical body so tight, breathing and surrendering into each pose is all I can do. It is stirring, strong, cellular movement. Tears are releasing, as are memories, the veils and illusions are dropping away. My body slowly unravelling its need to hold, tighten and its readiness to defend life. It is softening. I am softening, making way for just allowing. In these moments I am re-memebering trust, trust in myself, trust in life. My lifetimes of being a warrior are losing their grip, crumbling away, and what is revealing itself, is an opening, a softening of my edges. Today I find the simplicity and joy of letting go.


That voice I talked about recently is arising. Is it okay for the Souls of Byron project to include my personal musings? Should I be writing only about meeting of souls? How has this become so personal? Was I really expecting our chosen Souls to reveal their all, without going there myself...... Will my writing ever be simplistic? about the weather? perhaps a brief soul bio? Will it always entail, deep divings, heartfelt revelations, My inner workings revealed, naked for others to see? Who knows, anything is possible.  At this time, this is what I offer, what I am called to share, I feel to trust this. My writings may not be for everyone, yet maybe amidst a word, a quote, a musing, something will resonate with another. Have them open, discover or find their passion. Or perhaps, medicine for thyself as I traverse the terrain of my own journey. x

a crack in everything............

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There is a crack in everything. Thats how the light gets in.
— Leonard Cohen

A crack in everything......

The last few Souls shoots have been formidable, complex, arduous, confronting. I am grasping to find the right words, these words seem a little excessive or not exactly what I am trying to convey.

Souls of Byron is unlike anything I have worked on. It is an creation unto its own, it is turning up at each corner at each place I arrive. When you are meeting souls deeply and hearing and feeling the stories, its not something to leave at the front door when you arrive home. It is the little threads that weave into the lives of Elie and I, these stories and interactions are having a deep affect on the both of us.

For what feels like the first time in my life, I truly get to see another. Going behind the masks we wear, behind the persona, I am excavating, digging gently, I see the gold, I find the little insecurities, the little quirks, the real, the raw, so damn endearing!

I have only been able to do this for the first time since I have embraced my own darkness, my own imperfections. Fallen in love with my real, my frayed, my everything. I am finally allowing myself to be seen in all my fullness. This has opened my eyes, MY HEART as I am now able to see others clearly with the eyes of my heart. I see you! All of you! The messy, the clumsy, the intense, the delightful, so much richness in the authentic. 

Nothing really beautiful is perfect, the flaw is the mark, the indicator of humanness. I love capturing certain faces, not the obvious ones you would think, the ones with the stories of yesteryear, crevices that expose roads travelled, eyes that reveal it all. Give me your story, your scars, show me your everything.  Acknowledging that we are ‘all of it' is liberating. It is all of the parts that make our uniqueness. I love the concept of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing pottery with gold, there is an understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. The more broken, the more beauty, the more depth.  It is the authenticity that is so deeply moving, I am flooded by the courage and complexity of this being human. Keep showing up courageous ones x


“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” -Howard Thurman


Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.
— Margaret Mead


My great great grandchildren ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
What did you do when the earth was unraveling?
Surely you did something when the seasons started failing?
As the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying?
Did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?

What did you do once you knew?

~ D. Dellinger