Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Halloween or All Hallows

So you have just celebrated Halloween or All Hallows with your rituals of pumpkin soup and ghostly figures with your family and friends but do you have any idea what it really meant? 

The medieval event from the times of the Tudor England, marks the end of a festival season symbolizing the world being turned “upside down” and wasn’t that this year the case with the 21st of December being called in as the end of the world by the Mayas?  

It is the introduction into the Twelfth Night festival, which is a time when the King becomes the peasant and the beggar the Lord.  Between the 25th of December and the 6th of January everything is turned upside down – the span of time between these dates is the climax of the “norm” becoming the possible and the possible returning to be the norm.  With me still?

My husband questioned over this Christmas season the story of Christ, the traditions of what we celebrate in the form of a tree, a wreath on the entrance door, the Epiphany cake and even the Christmas rose and it’s “purpose” and I love him for it.  It means I am able to dive back into my “history” (very British, Anglican Church of England, Nuns boarding school up- bringing) and research the answers.  Over the next Twelve days known in German as the “Die Rauhnächte” / Twelfth Night” I will fill you in on a few odds and ends which might make it clearer why we should hold this tradition of celebration in our modern day world.

Your Koruswhispers 

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

customs and traditions

We are constantly bombarded with the statement that the only way to communicate in the modern world of today, is with virtual media where we are then instantly informed and hence can react back in the same manner if so desired!  So what happens to our long held customs and traditions then such as sending Christmas cards?  How do they fit into this "have this instant, read now and then delete instantly" scene? 

During the Christmas season where the tradition of exchanging well wishes in the form of homemade cards made by the youngsters in the family on a rainy Sunday afternoon, with glitter and hand paints or the informative hand written letters that re-cap on the past years adventures of "little Johnnie" or "crazy Auntie Marge’s new project for 2013" are well looked forward to, does the email Santa greeting sing-a-long do the same thing for you?  Have these bonding rituals that are undertaken over mulled wine and mince pies a thing of the past, gone?

I am a modern woman (even if sometimes my keeping up with the times, takes time) but a part of me just loves the idea of the approach of Advent and being creative.  It is for me a time to reflect, think over where I have been and what I have gathered for experiences during the past year.  It allows me to reflect back on who has been a part of my life in the years I have lived to date. 

Whether these folk were or still are in contact with me now means no less that I view with a thankful heart what I could share with them and experience a little of their lives with mine.  So when I make my cards and write my letters, it is for me a ritual of acknowledging a personal contact that was created by my physically getting to know the one to whom I am greeting.  It is also time to reflect on something I did with my Nana when small, then watched my mother do each Advent season as a young teenager and have continued the womanly tradition into my own advent time - making cards and hand writing our news to family and friends.

It takes time.  I need to put aside space for this ritual.  That is good so because it allows my soul to mellow in the glory of what this season means!  I do not wish to “click” this activity away into the modern world and receive a “like” as an acknowledgment you got my post!

Your Korus 

Saturday, 10 November 2012

intuition´s whisper

How often do you follow through on what you think you should do against what you know you should do?  You ask, is there a difference here? Oh boy there is. It is called following your intuition's whisper. It’s that small voice within or that feeling in the gut or those goose bumps on the back of your neck feeling. That just knowing to wait with your decision making for perhaps another few days or get in now and grab the chance no matter what anyone else thinks because next year the only difference is, you will be a year older and not a year wiser. It is basically giving up the need to organize and plan, and instead take the moment to reflect on what it is you want and make time for that now.

This is definitely something I try to use more often than not but there is a slight change I wish to make in 2013.  I tend to plan in my minds eye all the odds and ends I would like to do, feel the need to accomplish or have a hidden drive to achieve.  Sometimes this inward batter can drive me bonkers.  It also has the tendency to be very hard to tune down or even shut off. 

This morning I practiced at least going more with “the flow” than usual with very nice side benefits too I must say.  As I slowly came out of my slumber I heard light raindrops beginning to fall outside which turned to a very heavy down pour with a short span of time.  This is definitely "stay inside and in bed weather" ran through my head, even though a touch of guilt also accompanied the thought. Yet that “but” began it’s complaining: but what about your lungs they need airing, but Pokie (my boarder collie) needs his walk, but you haven’t cleaned the house this week… but … my answer to “but” was “wait and see” what develops.

At eight the alarm from hubby went off telling him time to run, bike or swim.  Naturally swim was chosen due to the pearls from heaven falling outside.  I grabbed a coffee and some toast and headed back to the warmth of my bed.  Loaded with magazines I savored this morning ritual; very rarely done (trying to ignore the wet nose pushing at me from the side of the bed) and let “but” take note of what happens when you “wait”.  Oh and it was worth the wait: morning delight pure and afterwards reading Louise Hay’s saying of today, I peeled back the blankets and decided  “walking makes the bones strong and healthy”.  Pokie was thrilled; a dogs life can be very uncomplicated really, I felt invigorated and now as I see what has been accomplished by simply following your intuition's whisper. I will most definitely be part of my motto for the coming year.

Your Koruswhispers 

Monday, 5 November 2012

Take time to really see, hear and listen

Take time to really see, hear and listen. 

We are often reminded to do this but instead we just let the hint slip by.

Just the other day, while getting ready to go down to work my son rang and seeing his name appear on the phones screen I answered with "Hi, L what’s up?" His greeting was "Hello gorgeous woman!" I got a surprise and suddenly thought perhaps it wasn’t my son, as I understood, "Hi Georgie Wallop!" making me ask inwardly if this was L! He laughed and repeated himself. Now I felt flattered and silly at the same time for not hearing correctly the first time to what he had said.

Afterwards at work this phase kept going through my mind and made me feel within special, while dealing with some rather demanding guests. They actually didn’t bothered me as much as they normally would for I found myself looking at them with a loving heart because mine was itself, overflowing with feeling special.

My sons moment, of giving me some loving recognition, reminded me of how I am actually seen by him.  Of how special I am.  This was worth its weight in gold because it allowed me to see the treasure hidden within others and treat them as special to.

These little gems in time are always around us. We just need to become aware of them, acknowledge them and treasure them. Take time to do so. They make a wonderful memory necklace to string together and wear.

Your Koruswhispers

Friday, 2 November 2012

Which bend in the road

“Which bend in the road should I take?” This is from my favorite author; Lewis Carroll. It is found in a book I adored as a kid;  "Alice in Wonderland". These very wise words, said here by the Chester cat, I have taken them with me in my life's journey since the days I myself played Alice in the summer production of the "Mad Hatter’s Tea Party" way back in my boarding school years.

If I do not know the direction in which I wish to step then honestly does it even matter which bend in the road I follow. A bend in the road only means you might encounter something you would have over looked, had you taken the straight path.

So here is to not always knowing, where I am going. Sometimes reaching a junction that seems to not give me a clue, to what is waiting for me around the corner can be rather trilling. To at times not even know my own mind but finding my sanity in the process of walking, talking, questioning and looking along the way, is what life is all about.

 I might not know which way now but it will become clear as I walk my way and if not do I care?

Your Korus 

I am a woman of the world

I am a woman of the world, busty and lustily rounded.
Bearing the weight of injustices,
I stand firmly connected to the ground beneath my feet;
knowing that Mother Nature nourishes and cares for me, as I for my own.

I am a woman of the future, carrying within my womb the seeds of tomorrow.
My nurturing nature allows the youth of today to spread their wings and reach heights; I never dared to look up towards.

I am a woman of the present, making a difference by carrying the torch of intuitive understanding.
Forming and discussing how to interact with my fellow wo-man, 
to arrive at new solutions and produce inventive productive ideas.

I am a woman of extreme beauty in all my colours and forms,
with wrinkles and lines, folds and imperfections because I am content to be who I am.

Your Korus

62 days until the end

It is the 1st November 2012; 62 says until the end of the year. A time to and for reflection upon what was, what is and what could be.

The cupboards are filled with children's toys still, although they are long out of the house and most definitely do not need a bag of building blocks or skittles to help them throw the day. The drawers have birthday cards not sent or items ripped out from a magazine to be read at a later date lying still within them. The bookshelves seem over loaded with reading material that has long lost its value for the present moment I am in. So what to do?

Find new homes for the items by giving what you can away (the local church Christmas bazaar is coming up or the kindergarten always needs new toys) or time to burn old memories and release the energy bundled up in scraps of past kept.  Concert ticket stubs from 1983 hold really no value anymore.

Think perhaps yourself what you can do with all the other old odds and ends, which have been the kick off board once for something new but now have had their life usage by you.  It is time to sweep all that together and create a space for growth in 2013.

Your Koruswhispers

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

the oldest crow on the block!



Packed with experience and wisdom of going through the motions for the last umpteen years, I tend to be more a species that sits on the wall, reflecting and thinking, before taking action.  Compared to those running around grabbing the breadcrumbs on the ground in a dizzy haze or bamboozlement. 

What I notice is that I tackle life by having a grumble to hubby, then I put my head down and get on with the job at hand. While others seem to want to burden you with the woes of the world and expect you to join in for hours on end or even days.  I can’t see the purpose in that because this focuses on a replay of continuous negative information.  I have long stepped out of the need to be "hit over the head" with tales of disaster. I have found out that when I really do need to know something, I am always informed.  I also have no desire to whine, moan or talk over others or things I cannot influence.

It is a much more relaxed why of living. You keep focused on what you can change while taking care of what you have. Sometimes it is nice to be the oldest crow on the block.

Your Korus

Monday, 15 October 2012


Which way do you look when taking a new pathway? Do you climb the hill to get a better view or do you segment everything, trying to get a better picture of the whole scene within sections?  Do you go it alone or pull someone along? How high do you reach out when the way is hidden from clear sight, to what is above or below you for support? 

To release means to "let go" of an item, habit, situation or responsibility. It also means to set something free.  Only by allowing a held onto belief, action or mannerism to be dissolved into nothing, gives a space into which the untried or unknown can venture into. 

A solution is possible to every situation that catches us in a bound position when we release the need, to bring it into what we already practice.  Finding a new perspective within a known pathway means taking real notice of how we acknowledge our own steps along the route. 

I believe, trying out a slightly varied angle, to something you are routinely used to doing, can open a new window of immense opportunity if only you can release the need to stick to your old way.

To release is the solution to expansion. So let go of holding on tightly.

Your Koruwhispers 

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Come dance with me

Come dance with me
on the moss so green
wear not anything
upon your feet
but your skin bare

Come dance with me
under the slivery moon
where the fairies and elves
hide out under the loom

Come dance with me
in a quite ort
let the evening breeze
kiss your cheek dear

Come dance with me
My love
hold my hand
kiss me tender
couple with me
in a passionate embrace
under the blue moon.

Your Koruswhispers

Monday, 3 September 2012

Take time to tank energy

Take time to tank energy
within the spaces of the nature surrounding you.

Go by yourself outwardly to
connect to your own inner dreams, desires and passions.

Sit down in a secluded spot - meditate.
Listen to the whisper of the mystery that created you.

Embrace the wonder at the human being,
you have become.

She has perhaps interesting thoughts to share
upon where you can go.

Or he lets you know why you are loved.
You are a being of immense possibilities.
Never forget that!

Your Koruswhispers 

Sunday, 22 July 2012

At Times

It is at times like these
I feel alive -

Laughter on a Sunday morning
A gentle breeze among the trees
A smile to let you know I am here
A leaning in of two bodies
One saying to the other
I am near

It is at times like these
I feel alive.

Your Koruswhispers

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Correct or not?

Often we wonder if the decisions we make are going to be "correct" in the social or political or environmental sense.  We overlook by doing this the core aspect of any action - how it effects us when we apply too much attention to its outward effect. 

The seagull is not bothered, if he gets sprayed by the waves mist breaking behind his back. Nor is he thinking of the wet sand underneath his feet as perhaps giving him a cold later on. Nope, he is just taking in the moment by remaining still. Being within his heart. Centered. Enjoying the revitalizing air.  Hearing the sounds of the sea. 

The moment of being present can get weighed under by thought. 

Take time too to cradle it rather than smother it.

Your Koruswhispers 

Monday, 30 April 2012

The wonder of little things

I believe it is not the main events that consume our time but the small, side line happenings that imprint their mark upon us; to be recalled with pleasure at a later date when recounting a tale. And so it is now as I reflect back upon my trip to South Africa.  A land of vastness in both geography, and social standards within its landsmen.

Whenever I support my guy in an Ironman (this time in Port Elizabeth) I like to take out some time for my own reflections, on where I stand in the play of events. 

The fascination of the ocean and the interplay of light when the sunrises, holds a special place in my soul.  My New Zealand blood pounds louder when the waves roll!  So for me it was natural to awaken at dawn each morning, stroll along the beachfront, ambling my way down to the seashore where I practiced Qigong Yangsheng with the rhythms of the sea Gods.  It is said that the patupaiarche (the Maori word for fairies/angels) sing with joy as the sun rises.  My own soul did just that as the first rays of light opened up to a new day.

Afterwards an acquired habit from living so long in Europe, drew me towards a small café that offered the most perfect Italian macchiato in an elegant cup.  The second perfect pleasure of a morning - the first kiss of coffee upon ones lips.

The third part of my South African ritual was the warm, open face of a beautiful South African man who sat each morning on the broad-walk, singing Cat Stevens songs with the voice of an angel.  He had within him an inner sparkle that on the first time I saw him, brought me to share a smile with him.  He spoke softly like the blades of grass that bend to the breeze, extending a warm welcome to me in the words of his song.  We spoke of where I came from, how often he comes down to the seaside to play and why I was here.

Then this beautiful person did something that first day, that had tears building up behind my eyes and brought a lump to my throat.  He said he would pray to God for me so that I would experience only the warmth and love of the South African people, during my trip to his homeland and be held safe in the palm of his hand while doing so.  This man whom many would consider had nothing to give, gave me a priceless gift. Unconditional love.

The wonder of these three little things I embraced each morning in South Africa still leave me breathless at the beauty, simplicity and naturalness of their impact when you within the now.

Your Kourswhispers 

Thursday, 5 April 2012

How dangerous is religion

“How dangerous is religion? “ The other day while out driving, this sentence flashed before my eyes.  It was splashed upon a billboard, which hung at some distance above the drivers view.  Reaching towards heaven you might say!  I found the question would not let me go; always hovering upon the outer edges of my “being”.  It seemed that within each instance that followed I reacted with the environment around me in regards to this statement. 

Let me give you an example.  I came home and picked up our local church monthly magazine from the letterbox.  The leading commentary was from a known local journalist and long serving church council member.  In short her editorial went like this. Her niece gave her a gift, which was wrapped, beautifully in a small box.  As she handed over this gift she said that she had noticed her Aunts sadness in the last few weeks and felt she needed some comfort.  The Aunt noticed the niece’s Buddhists’ armbands and different symbolic necklaces on her person, as she gave her the gift.  The Aunt’s thoughts went in the direction “oh, yeah what has become of my niece whom I have tried so hard to guide in the correct godly direction?” Upon then opening the gift she gazed down on a delicate angel, held in the embrace of another angel lying in a cloth of silk.  Her niece then said, “Aunt I saw that you are at the moment so sad and thought that maybe knowing you always have an angel by your side, such as you believe, would help you feel a little more uplifted hence my gift to you”.  Her Aunts reaction was then: “Maybe what we taught her has not gone to waste in this goody too shoes Buddhism religion and she might still be brought back to the right way.” 

All I could think then was "No Way!"  What on earth has this Aunt been doing all her life?  Living the one and only “Way”!  To be so self centered.  To think that she has the only correct religion and not even see that her niece’s gift showed more compassion and acceptance of another human beings belief system, than her own narrow mindedness, had me fuming.

That is why religion is dangerous.  It at times doesn’t acknowledge that we are all spiritual beings with a right to live an abundant life of goodness, joy and love; along a set of guidelines that take into count our social and cultural differences. Many religions and its follower’s feel they alone know the only one and true way to follow.

Beads, prayer books or clocked attendance at church on Sundays does not make you a rightness person!  If there is a way to increasing your bank account for the after life, then it is not on how many souls you covert to your way of belief in my opinion, it is more on how you live a spiritual life now.

How do you embrace the neighbor that complains continuously about your fence and its slant or the driver before you who sits on 20kph within a 50pkh zone or the guest who demands instant attention while you are taking care of a neighboring table? Or your spouse whom finds the ordered system in the bathroom cupboards totally irrational or your child whom finds your view totally warped? Perhaps with a little bit of humor and a large dose of human sympathy and spirituality, which in many ways are the one and the same, I hope.

Living a spiritual life is for me acknowledging that every human being has a belief system that receives my acceptance because it is his or her way and means, for bringing each person to the only source that exists … LOVE!  All religions preach the same substance just with different slants.  Accept the fact we are in the same boat together; this planet is for all of us to exist upon until the day we die.  What happens then is any ones guess for we do not know but we have been guided within all the various religions to love thy neighbor as yourself.  So finally let us do that!

Whether the period of Easter is for you the Easter bunny, the resurrection of Jesus Christ or the Passover, most of all may it be a time when you realize that no belief system is a “goodie too shoes” religion.  It is only a metaphorical way of helping us to connect, to the source within, that created each and everything that ever existed, so we can embrace with love, compassion and care for one another, creating heaven upon earth now, not sometime in the future.

May you all experience a passionate, loving and spiritually uplifting Easter period.

Your Koruswhispers 

The Listener

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