Newsletter – The Stories We Tell Us

In the Boat of Life
by Charlotte Common
In the boat of life,
where the waves once crashed
against the pain,
and I thought
that I would drown…
I dared to lift the anchor
of beliefs, traditions, habits inherited,
surely not mine.
New thoughts appeared,
Freedom so magical, so amazing
Opened my soul like a lotus in the warm sunshine.
Embracing my sacredness, I experienced beauty.
Slowly the dream began to unfold
and became reality, reality, reality…
In the boat of life
I play with the waves
And the carefree soul dances on water.
My eyes kiss the dream
As I dare to sing more of the sacred song of truth.

As I look out onto the ocean I remember times when I would not climb on to a small boat without a life vest. The ocean, so I told myself, was a dangerous place to be. And yet, I liked being on a boat. It was all very strange. I never accepted my fears of the sea and decided to work at overcoming them. Today I love the ocean. It has become a place of peace, fun and relaxation.
How did it all change for the better? I became aware that being on a boat made me feel trapped. As I was scared of the water there was seemingly no escape. It made me realise that I felt also trapped in unfulfilling relationships in my private life and at work. A big dream within kept nudging me to face reality. And yet, I was so scared of change, terrified of the unknown, which made me almost feel paralysed at the thought of stepping out and into a better life, the life I visualised.
Social conditioning, traditions, habits and ideas I had inherited had imprisoned my soul for far too long. For years I had followed the crowd without questioning the negative effects it had on me, and thought to myself such is life.
But then one day I woke up. I suddenly knew that I had missed out on life copying others. Facing uncomfortable truths  was not easy and yet I broke free more and more.
My life took on a different meaning, a sacred meaning. I became a teacher using my own experiences on the road from misery to magic.
David Abram writes: ‘May the wondrous story find me’.
Yes, yes, the ‘wondrous story’ found me. It had been there all along. It had just been buried, and then one day I began to remember who I truly am…not a cat copying others…no, I am a divine human being, created for a purpose.


May a good vision catch me
May a benevolent vision take hold of me, and move me
May a deep and full vision come over me, and burst open around me
May a luminous vision inform me, enfold me.
May I awaken into the story that surrounds,
May I awaken into the beautiful story.
May the wondrous story find me;
May the wildness that makes beauty arise between two lovers
arise beautifully between my body and the body of this land,
between my flesh and the flesh of this earth,
here and now,on this day,
May I taste something sacred.
by David Abram
Lifting the anchor, letting go off old habits and ideas I surely ‘tasted something sacred’, and… kissing the dream is and always will be sacred too.

Sending you warmth from my soul to yours