Tag: love

  • Emerging words

    Hey folks

    It’s been a while since I’ve been here, sharing with you, and that’s been because I’ve been just doing life in a beautiful way, and being present, and also writing my book. However over the last few weeks I’ve noticed that there’s been more emerging words wanting to come out as I’m in a new phase of life and creativity.

    Here’s the first one, a poem on being courageous to listen to our own soft heart.

    More to follow…

    Comments welcome…

    And thank you x

    Much love to you, and may the universe share its blessings with you today

    James 🌈

  • Realising; I am not my mind (but try telling my thoughts that!)

    I am really so so very grateful for my mind.

    Like extremely so.

    It’s a place of learning, a place of processing, a place of interpreting, a place to understand.

    It has also been my place of safety, or maybe more so my place of escape to.

    When emotions and feelings were unsafe, and love was absent, I could hide in my mind.

    Read books. Study. Play maths games. Keep thinking.

    And when I was cold, use my mind as a superpower to block the pain.

    And when I was about to be hurt, use my mind to numb the pain.

    Mind was a shield.

    I gave my mind too much to do…. yet actually it was a survival mechanism. I could get through things, because I didnt need to feel them, just think.

    Yet there’s also social conditioning, the mind has value, in academia, and religious life – learn, reflect, be curious…and I could just keep going, one more book to buy, one more hobby to try, one more thing to learn.

    Keep the mind busy, keep the time occupied, keep the demons at bay…

    And I sit here writing this in the local Waterstones cafe… a place of learning has been a safe place for me.

    And there’s words here too aren’t there.

    You are reading them.

    And I am thinking about what I might write next.

    Because I was afraid.

    I was afraid of what would happen….. if for the first time in 40 odd years I would stop thinking, or at least there be a gap in thoughts…

    My mind as a place of survival could only do so much of a job. It was incessant.

    But overthinking felt normal, overthinking to find strategies to reduce pain, soothe, to please, to soften the blows, or numb them.

    So I would negate anything that tried to interrupt this, dont give me the promise of silence, solitude, meditation or even quietly colouring in something, or even space to have someone ask me difficult questions. My mind couldn’t allow this. It was afraid of not being in charge. It was afraid of what it might expose.

    My mind wasnt negative or destructive, it was just doing its job in the way it had subconsciously been asked to do, and beyond its skill set.

    And there was no distinction for me, between my I and my mind.

    Spiritually/ Religiously I gave my mind a ‘gets off scot free’ card – because my heart usually got the blame, as did the self. There’s something else here too, my mind accepted the reality that what was inside me was too shameful to expose, the hurt and pain too great. Accepted because it had tried many moral ways of dealing with it, all failed, and the cycle of shame and self loathing continued.

    But also, my minds job was to numb, distract, run, avoid the pain, and protect myself. And it did a good job.

    It wasnt equipped to love. And its love that heals.

    As I began, forcibly, to start a journey inwards, my mind took on a new task. To learn about myself as if I am my own new hobby or project, as well as learn about the behaviours that I had been exposed to.

    This.. very accurate…

    So that library of self help books, from Enneagram, to Narcissism, to Spirituality, got bigger and bigger, as I understand myself though a number of thought lenses. All extremely useful.

    But it wasnt thinking that would heal.

    It wasnt thinking my feelings, or understanding myself that would heal.

    Ugh.

    I actually had to the exercises in the books, I had to participate in them. I had to feel.

    I look now and see quite how much i had given my mind to do, I was a disconnected, disintegrated body, with an overactive mind, with all the voices of protection, fear, self criticism, perfection.

    Healing my mind, required safety.

    Healing my mind, required love

    Healing my mind, required heart…and heart to be safe

    Healing my mind, meant seeing it and realising that I am not it

    Healing my mind, meant listening to it, loving it, carefully, gently…

    Being compassionate on my self critical, self loathing, self soothing parts, scared self..in my mind… and start to not believe these, even if they had been protecting me.

    Yet it can easily still want to take charge in situations, easily take me into its formerly welcome gaze, sometimes those thoughts come back, further opportunities to love them, and the wounded parts they stem from.

    One of the parts of my inner journey and healing has been to allow my mind to relax and know it doesn’t have to be responsible for everything in my psyche, that I have heart, soul, feelings, that there is space and consciousness. It’s a slow revealing, it’s a daily remembrance.

    My inner journey has been inside, beyond the cage of my mind, and letting the colours of the heart, and the soul to ignite, cleanse and transform.

    The realisation that I am not my mind, and am trying to keep telling my thoughts that…

  • Gentle eyes.

    Be Thou my Vision

    Rocked the 5 piece band, singing the International Christian College song back in 2004.

    Open the eyes of my heart

    Another popular worship song from that time.

    Eyes. Seeing

    And often it was all about how to see others. Open the eyes of my heart, to see you (God), open the eyes of my heart, to have compassion for others.

    There’s nothing more powerful

    Than being seen, truly by the other.

    (and loved when also being seen in truth and reality)

    Yet.

    Eyes have a habit of not seeing clearly.

    Eyes have a habit of looking outwards with fear, judgement, desire, criticism, resentfulness, inferiority and indifference.

    And those same eyes, look inwards, with the same.

    Vision is central to your presence and creativity. To recognise how you see things can bring you self knowledge and enable you to glimpse the wonderful treasures in your life secretly holds (John O Donohue, Anam Cara, p 58)

    If you know me well, you will know that this book has been a dwelling place for me in the last year, today it was these pages 57-58, on Vision. In which JoD describes all the ways of seeing above.

    This morning, I sat and ate a lovely greek breakfast in town, and let the words, and my sensing of them fill me, bring me that awareness, to feel love towards myself in how I used to see myself.

    Trying to reach a harsh perfection, Not being good enough.

    Totally self critical and beating myself up

    Small me and feeling inferior.

    High judgement of myself.

    Feared..what I might find

    Thats not only what I thought I was on the inside, but how I looked at myself too, in fact.. I didnt look at myself. I didnt want to go there.

    As I read it this morning I realised quite how much my healing journey of the last 5 years has been about healing of my vision, healing of the way I see myself, from fear and judgement slowly slowly to gentle tender curiosity, to compassionate eyes, loving eyes even.

    To truly love myself, I have to see myself in love.

    I have to love myself, with gentle, compassionate eyes

    Where love opens, love warms, love brings light to what stayed hidden, love sees.

    It’s love, it always is love.

    The loving eye sees through and beyond image and effects the deepest change (AC, p58)

    Learning to love myself, is about how I see.

  • From Denial to Love: My Body Transformation

    Transformation is through the body, not away from it (Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now)

    I think I read ‘The Power of Now’ about 3 years ago, im not sure if there’s been a month since when I haven’t gone back to it and given it a read as something has taken me back to it.

    There is much in it, and many have written on it before, so this is in no way a review. But, the part of the book for me that felt the most uncomfortable when I read it the first time, and I guess then the most challenging, was the section on the Body. In particular about the Body and Spirituality.

    The quotation above is in a section in which Tolle describes how the body was ‘left behind’ in aspects of western spirituality (in favour of the mind) and how this fragmentation can be repaired, and without it, that transformation, from the inside out, is impossible.

    My timings might be off, but when I read those words 3-4 years ago, I knew I had started in myself the tiny steps of repairing the inner disconnect.

    Part of this was to distance myself from the religious language and practices I had inherited that aided the separation (written about here in part 1 of this series on loving our bodies).

    Part of this had been in tiny steps to recognise the worth and value of my own body in maybe tiny physical ways; at that point I was valuing myself with nice clothes, enjoying the feel of baths to relax in, using Nivea moisturiser, eating better and healthier and at least valuing my body more than I had done previously.

    Part of this too, I think was that I had begun or about to do Trauma Therapy, which in every session I was able to sense coherence, in some emotional ways, inner re-wirings, which meant tiny shards of feeling settled on the inside in a way not before.

    The journey of body connection had begun, in tiny steps.

    And so, as I read The Power of Now at that time, it felt reassuringly natural, yet also uncomfortable and aspiring, to think, to feel or get a sense of renewal through the body. For I also knew then I still had a lot of work to do.

    My tendency as I said above was to disconnect from my body (with all the religious permission to do so) and blame it, enact pain on it and self soothe it in a number of harmful ways.

    So to talk about Spirituality through the body, when my body didnt feel emotionally safe, strong, peaceful.. when it didnt feel at ‘home’ in itself, still felt a long way away – yet, at the same time, having tried to do religiosity through the mind, I also knew/felt something had been lacking.

    It was like trying to have a faith life with the ‘self’ quadrant (of the four quadrants, self, God, community, creation) on just the beginning of bringing itself to the James spiritual life party. I mean it was better than it was, but it was just starting..

    The search for meaning and truth for me had been in external things, to the extent of neglecting, denying and damaging my body sometimes in the search for and of them, when I saw this in the Power of Now, I realised to what extent.

    But this felt real at the time ( underlined then)

    Through the inner body, you are inseparably connected to this unmanifested One life- birthless, deathless, eternally present. Through the inner body you are forever one with God

    (Eckhart Tolle)

    The other source for me of awakening the spiritual within has been John O Donahue, today I read and read the section in which this part is in:

    We should avoid the false dualism that separates the should from the body. The soul is not simply within the body hidden somewhere within its recesses. The truth is a the converse. Your body is in the soul, and the soul suffices you completely.

    (John O Donohue, Anam Cara)

    In a kind of beautiful way, I am finding it much much more difficult to share where I am today in all of this, than where I was three years ago, in that three years, a lot has happened, both dealing with external, but even more so, two lots of therapy later, the internal.

    For the first time in my entire life, this year, I have felt completely at home in my own body, like feeling stillness, sureness and confidence, as if, through all the work I know I have done, and with brilliant professional help, there’s safety within.

    Not the removal of emotions, like the moment of anxiety, or unsettlement, these have happened, they’re going to. It has neither been the continual sense of transcendence I might add, but more so, the safety to sense and feel, to feel myself as someone of value and immensity, to also sense my own mystery and depths, as well as feeling open and large hearted, like joy and wonder and love are constant companions, not bolts of lightening out of the blue.

    Like I am a whole being. Whole.

    Transformation has been through the body, and that process has been the slow reconnection, of my mind to accept my body, my heart to love my body, for me, to be, and realise myself as within, and not just thoughts or emotions, but me, conscious me inside.

    Is that my soul or my heart? does it even matter, either way, my experience this year, all year has been about becoming day by day more aware, more content, more at home, to sense more love, and peace, more joyous even, and be more open, on the inside.

    I wouldn’t have thought that possible 3 years ago. it was beyond comprehension 6 years ago.

    So today.

    I woke feeling still, and loved, and held, and content, like almost every day this year. I realised I had no plans for the next three days of a bank holiday weekend (I worked yesterday I’ll have Tuesday off too), and so I thought to myself, I would just be.

    So I made an intention to just tend to and enjoy the sense of peace in my body, for the outside; i cut my hair, did a facial scrub, shaved and showered, all deliberately and slowly, and then gave myself permission just to feel alive in my body by just wearing shorts for an hour, in my flat, to just feel on the external the same sense of alive and peace on the inside. To sense my body with utterly no shame. And like much of this year, feel utterly alive.

    I then picked up both books mentioned above, and have spent today, at home or at my favourite cafe in town, reading, feeling and noticing how different I feel now about my body on the outside, and about my emotional, heartful, safe inner body, and just in the peace of the cafe or home, breathed, sensed and felt renewed in the sense of deep connection within my own body. I feel utterly at peace and still in this moment of realisation, affirmation, bliss even, it feels, I feel wonderful.

    I dont really have to write about this at all, I get that, but even this has been a deep experience to try and write in black and white this tiny part of my spiritual, physical and emotional journey, and that transformation really has been through and not despite or outside of my body.

    This is the beginning of the realisation of oneness, which is love. At the deepest level of being, you are one with all that is (Eckhart Tolle)

    The Spiritual self was inside me all along, love was inside me all along, soul was inside me all along, I was inside all along…

  • I needed in me, what God used to be.

    Those of you who have followed my writing for a while have either read or endured a few pieces from me about my faith, notably my evangelical upbringing and also more recently my stepping back from going to church.

    Trying to survive after falling off the evangelical cliff

    1000 Days since I last went to church (as of December 2022)

    Add to this my story of survival with in an ‘evangelical’ home with a monster of a parent.

    So, Relationship with God: Its Complicated.

    At least, what I’m beginning to realise and see is how emotionally complicated my relationship with God (and the church) was, and that is all written above.

    Yet, at the same time, I dont think ive really had a process though my various breakdowns, rebuilds and healing journey of being angry with God, there wasn’t a sense of ”Why?’ God did you let this or that happen’ not recently; I had internalised personal responsibility, having taken that on implicitly as the little rescuer of my parents emotions, and then becoming a christian aged 10 in which somehow I implicitly then gave Jesus my ‘Sin’ (which were survival strategies) and for forgiveness for them. I wasn’t sinful aged 10, yet this was the pattern I then implicitly believed in. This is appropriate here:

    It’s been more of a gradual shift.

    Mainly because over the last few years I have realised that there was good and well meant good in the community of many of the churches I have been involved and and certainly the church of my teenage years, and tbh many of them were as scared of or had experience of the same monster. (Except the ‘old dears’ , the ‘old dears’ would have had special visits by them, having been ‘popped around to be seen’ and so, the ‘old dears’ every week at church would be like ‘How are they, how are your parents’ . It was a lovely first question as a young person to face in church. For some reason it was old people in churches who they gravitated to, to be ‘helpful’ and ‘charming’.)

    Anyway. I digress. 2 paragraphs in and a pre-amble and I’m no-where, where I thought I would be.

    I have began to notice something.

    The things I needed for myself, were things that I ascribed to God for.

    Here are a few examples from well known evangelical songs from the 1990’s…

    1. Jesus is Alive (mostly on Easter Day)
    2. God is Strong (You are mighty/ Our God is an awesome God)
    3. God is love (various)
    4. God is Powerful (There is power in the name of Jesus, Show your power)
    5. God is in or is the quiet space (Be still, The Lords my shepherd)
    6. God is the place of Joy (The Happy song)
    7. God is the exclusive way to hope and healing (In Christ alone)
    8. I trust in God alone
    9. I found Jesus

    Im definitely not here to say that these things aren’t true.

    But what I have realised is that by ascribing to God for these things, these were not things that I felt I could be, they were the what God can do and be, and not what I could do, be or have. I know this sounds complicated.

    I have discovered that I have needed to know my own Power and Strength, that I can have healthy power, and not stay weak.

    I needed to find myself, not wait to be found, or look for something other.

    I have discovered that I have needed to find my own capacity to love, for self love, compassion and self gentleness, not sink in the swamp of self loathing.

    I have discovered that I have needed to find safety as an important part of everyday , to heal.

    I needed to be able to trust myself (not my mind)

    I have discovered that I can be alive and joyful.

    I have discovered too how my inner self is both spiritual and creative, that tender person within, that needed nature and care and attention.

    These have all been important components of my healing process over the last 5 years. For too long I believed that these were only possible ‘because of God’ and therefore ‘unattainable for myself’, or that ‘I could carry on, or suffer without them for myself’. I dont think that these were the intentions of the song writers by the way. The other thing of complication is that the same powerful God was also the God of those who were and had harmed me – so whose side was he/she on?

    I am at peace in using different language, it feels right and whole to me to talk about ‘the gifts of the universe’ or ‘love’ or ‘magic’ and to feel the earth, the sea and the waves, to wonder at ‘consciousness’ and ‘being’ , to be still in the present of the moment and seek alignment to the deep truths. Maybe it’s the language of the heart and soul. Maybe it’s the innocent faith of the child, the inner child, and not the rules of the organisation. Maybe it’s the language of the mystics. Maybe it is just language that describes very similar things but with different agreements and expectations upon them. Maybe I decided I prefer or need or enjoy different agreements and expectations. Maybe the gentle attentive love of the Celtic contemplatives has spoken, restored and awakened my soul. Maybe these gave me the assurance of peacefilled mystic giants whose earnest shoulders I could sit on and be held by.

    I didnt wrestle with God, it all just awakened for me, it just started to appear, moment by moment, book by book, journal by journal (that I wrote). It started to make sense, it started to feel like love that until then had been mostly only cognitive knowledge. Maybe emotional breakdown and spiritual awakening were intertwined. Maybe it was about unlearning and learning. Maybe it was already there all along.

    I noticed that I was becoming more and more whole, more and more coherent in myself, less fractured and fragmented, less desperate in need of a God to save me, more balanced in knowing, loving and enjoying my flawed, but created and incredible self.

    So more broadly. Maybe it’s time to rethink the way of christian songs, or the implicit messages from the lecturn. Maybe a trauma aware church might reflect on these things. What if loving our self, was what Jesus meant all along, and not just our neighbour. What might life in all its fullness mean, and the good shepherd leads sheep to come and go freely. Maybe the sheep dance too. Maybe they play and run around. Maybe the sheep are happy. Maybe thats what’s its been about all along.

    May all that is unforgiven in you, be released

    May your fears yield, their deepest tranquilities

    May all that is unlived in you

    Blossom into a future

    Graced with love

    (To Come home to yourself, John O Donohue)

  • To the Shadows, Stranger and Friend

    Do I dare take myself into my own shadows?

    It won’t be a walk on the brightside

    Far from the lights

    into the wild spaces

    The lost areas

    Do I Dare?

    What am I afraid of?

    What might find me there?

    What might be lurking in the midst of me?

    Fearing the fears themselves

    Who is leading me there

    Who is taking me

    Who is holding my hand

    When I walk, what will I find?

    And what happen when I face the strange encounter?

    Of what’s hidden deep within

    That moment

    Approaching the dark veiled mystery

    That pain that holds power

    The dark, the hidden

    Do I dare go there?

    In the maze of labyrinthine mystery

    Do I dare be led by the stranger?

    To the darkness held within

    Swamps of voices, Caves of emptiness

    Failings and shame making themselves known

    But what happens then, when the stranger leads me

    To that depth within

    Who is stranger leading, if not me, and my friend too

    So, that darkness is less the enemy

    When approached by stranger and friend

    Stranger unafraid to go there

    And friend there, as love, deep inside

    Stranger leading, friend following

    And gentle the process of walking

    In the shadows, stranger and friend

    to myself

    and what’s to be loved inside.

    (James Ballantyne, 2024)

  • Love feels Strong

    This piece could be written in a number of ways, from a number of starting points. But I want to keep it brief.

    And I want my heart to write to you.

    It arrived to me as I was writing my book yesterday. The phrase was uttered by one of the characters.

    Love feels strong at the moment.

    Love feels strong.

    And as I wrote it, I marvelled.

    Love feels strong.

    Because this phrase flowed from my soul to the paper.

    Love feels strong.

    Love used to be non existent. Love was hidden and small. Head protecting heart.

    Head felt strong. Mind felt strong. Mind in control.

    Yet, also , Mind overworked, Mind critical, Mind protective, Mind the necessary superhero.

    Heart and Love hidden weak, vulnerable, timid, in a body that felt shame, self loathing, self denial.

    Follow the mind, it’s always right, isn’t it?

    Especially when tarnished by abuse, hurt, pain and decades of survival.

    The mind is right

    The body is weak, Love is weak (or only pure if from ‘God’)

    But it wasn’t true. It isn’t true.

    My mind, your mind is wonderful – but it isn’t everything

    It doesn’t tell you the truth all the time.

    It sometimes tells you too many things that were never true that someone else said.

    It sometimes tells you things to keep up the pretence of being strong.

    It creates melancholia, suffering and attempts to hide.

    It wants to be strong.

    And it can sometimes feel as though it is completely over reaching itself to control you.

    But there’s someone else waiting to guide you. There’s something else thats a superpower too. And it has even more power than your mind.

    Love.

    Love from within can create space in your over thinking mind

    Love from within can soothe your body – feel your own loving touch on your skin instead of scratches

    Love from within can enable you to breathe.

    Love from within is fire to weep away the coldest of hurts

    Love has been waiting in the background, invisible, pateint

    waiting for you to be open to its treasure, its gentle possibilities, the power it has to heal and connect you from within

    Love feels strong, when sadness, pain and anxiety once ruled. Love grew.

    Love opens. Opens smiles to the universe of light.

    It wasn’t God given, it was inside all along. It was there all along.

    Gentle self love, Patient self compassionate love, Strong courage love.

    Love feels strong inside.

    Feel the glow of strong love, let it guide you, let it sparkle inside you.

    Let love be you. Let you be love.

    Let you be open to strong love. the power of the deep inner love.

    Let perfect inner strong love make your fear weak. Let it give your mind a rest.

    You can make love for yourself. You can, because it’s not unique to me.

    You can love yourself into your new beauty.

    Love feels strong.

    You are love my friend, a stronger love resides in you that you think, because your think doesn’t want to give power away, but you can.

    Because you are you and your mind isn’t you. You can bring love into your life game, you can live with an open hearted brave courageous strong love.

    You can choose, and love can feel strong.

    Love feels strong.

    Love is strong. It really is.

  • There are no shortcuts.

    I had expectations for today.

    Last Saturday I was working, today I am not.

    When I was out walking during the week I was talking to a dog walker who was telling me about the Otters in Darlington on the main Skerne river, saying that the best time to see them was in the mornings. So I thought.

    Ill get up fairly early, walk along the river, take some lovely photos of Otters, and this will be magical, and then head to my favourite coffee spot in town to then do some writing on my book.

    So I did get up earlyish, after a not a bad nights sleep, ate breakfast and walked into town.

    And along the river, from town all the way into South Park. And guess what.

    Nothing.

    Nothing.

    Well, no otters anyway. No magic miracle for me today.

    How long to wait? not very, just a walk down the river and back. No movements into the water (by anything different than a Mallard) and no movements in the bushes different to pigeons, doves, blue tits and a wren skuttling around.

    So I left.

    Disappointed.

    And I got to my writing cafe in a low mood. Frustrated.

    I mean, nature should be rewarding me for my efforts to find it surely?

    Thats how it works?

    And then I would feel the blessings of this magic moment and be inspired to write all day and do some great creativity. But instead I am writing this.

    I am writing this, after I spent an hour just journaling about disappointment, and getting close to it.

    Getting close to disappointment.

    Unmet resentments, I deserved better from nature this morning, didnt I?

    It’s not fair?

    I was looking for a quick win, a solution

    What was being shown to me, was another opportunity to just let be, to feel.

    To not give the world the responsibility of adhering to my needs and wants, for the thing to be ‘the thing’

    If only I saw an Otter then id be happy this morning?

    If only X then Y

    If my team wins, then that will give me a lift – that was basically my soothing strategy since 1990

    along with the classic ‘ If only I prayed harder, or louder, then this would make things better’

    But these are all shortcuts.

    Bypasses.

    So I sat in the cafe this morning. Writing out my pretty petty disappointment.

    And heard that voice again.

    That reminder of being loved and love not because of anything in the world, but because I just am. No-thing matters.

    A reminder to let go, to surrender, to the patience of the magic.

    The patience of self kindness, self compassion, of the journey of inner mystery and wholeness.

    To let love inside win, its slow acts of healing.

    There are no shortcuts.

  • Love; the healer, today and forever

    It doesn’t matter.

    It doesn’t matter if your heart feels heavy

    wounded, broken, or hard

    It doesn’t matter if you are acceptable or powerful

    It doesn’t matter if you are in prison or free

    It doesn’t matter what you have or what you dont have

    It doesn’t matter if you are at the beginning or the end of life

    It doesn’t matter if you done so much wrong, or tried to keep to all the rules

    It doesn’t matter if you have ran away or whether you stand up and face it

    It doesn’t matter if you have tried and tried and tried

    It doesnt matter if you feel shame, guilt or fear

    It doesn’t matter if you denied the need for love, or had that stolen from you

    It doesn’t matter if you have met all your goals, found all your dreams or just trying to survive one day to the next

    It doesnt matter, only now matters, only today matters, only here matters.

    When it comes to love, none of the other matters

    When it comes to love, and the choice of love, only today matters.

    Today love can change you

    You deserve love.

    As you are.

    You deserve love.

    Let love in.

    Love

    Love beyond the fear, the guilt, the shame

    Love beyond the gear, the dreams, the pain

    It is true, that no matter what, you are a wonderful human and you deserve to be loved, and you are love.

    Love cries in your pain

    Love waits for you, in your shame

    Love holds as you grieve

    Love shows in your confusion

    Love fires in your cold

    Love is, the rain and the sunshine

    Love just is.

    And it is all yours.

    The gifts of love in the universe are all yours

    Today, and every day.

    May you feel love today

    May your broken wounded heart be held by surprising love

    May your soul receive the love sprinkles of the universe

    May there be an awakening of love and fire in your body

    May your mind trust the love you receive

    May love today open and cleanse you

    May love change you and surprise you

    May love show its joyful caring face to you

    May love be yours today.

    Love doesn’t mind, it just loves.