- He Is Not Mineby Angela Watson
This beautiful dog is called Berty.
I have the joy, honour, and privilege of loving and living with Him.
I provide food, although He can find his own food.
I provide shelter and warmth, although He can do that himself too.
I make it easy for Him.
We share good times together.
He joins me in some of my human pursuits and I join in Him in his dog pursuits.
We hit it off with each other when He was a few weeks old. It was love at first bite.
We were already connected.
I paid someone money so that I could take care of HIM.
But I don’t own Him, anymore than He owns me.
He’s not mine.
He’s not a trophy, or a status symbol.
He is dog.
I am human.
We are both spirits of Nature, who hang out together.
We are one.
I am blessed.
I love him.
That IS all.
Love Life, Angela xx
- Clearing ~ by Martha Postlewaiteby Angela Watson
Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life
and wait there patiently until the song that is yours alone to sing,
falls into your open cupped hands, and you recognise and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself to this world so worthy of rescue.
Love life, Angela xx
- Remembering King Harryby Angela Watson
Everyone experiences loss and grief in their own way and it’s not a response we can predict.
I used to dread the day when Harry, my Golden Retriever would die. I imagined my heart would break into pieces and couldn’t imagine how I could ever live without him.
I imagined I would write a soul felt tribute to him, make a video, share all of his sporting achievements and rosettes.
I thought I’d get a paw print pendant made.
When the day I arrived, he left his wordly form peacefully.
Then came my tears…for a couple of days, weeks, months, and still now. But the tears were accompanied by the strangest, unexpected feeling.
Instead of feeling overwhelmed and consumed by grief, I felt enormous love, joy, and connection to everything.
Naturally I missed his physical presence.
Now there was a quiet space which used to be filled by the sound of him panting.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I didn’t do any of the things I once thought I would.
I didn’t write a tribute – others paid tribute to him.
I didn’t have a pendant made.
None of the usual external comforts felt necessary.
And life carried on.
Like all dogs, Harry embraced and celebrated LIFE.
He revelled in the simplest of doggy pleasures…a tennis ball, a blade of grass, surfing the waves, a kind word.
That’s what he did in abundance. Naturally. Without question. Without overthinking it.
Singing the song that was his life.
I will treasure him and his memory for ever.
I love you and miss you Pots…
- Of The Earthby Angela Watson
Can you imagine, walking in Nature, and suddenly having a massive insight about how nature, animals, and ourselves are all connected?
Experiencing a feeling of oneness and seeing that everyone is whole and complete.
Seeing that we are not separate.
And that the wellbeing of one benefits the wellbeing others.
Time standing still.
Every step is ‘of the Earth’.
Realising that if more people understood this, there would be less suffering in the world and more love for life – in all its forms.
Because people protect what they love.
When you get quiet and connect with Nature, your soul starts to speak to you, with little nudges of ‘wouldn’t it be cool if…?
Are you listening?
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- There’s Nothing To Do…by Angela Watson
I know…that’s a kind of strange thing to say, especially as most people have a lot to do at this time of year, with more on their minds than usual.
And what a year, huh?
Back in 2019, I had an insight that ‘there’s nothing to do.’
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to do NOTHING.
I’m not lazy.
Quite the opposite.
The problem was I wanted to do SOMETHING.
I wanted to come up with a new business idea.
So I did what anyone else would do.
I went outside, lay on the ground, and started to think hard about the answer.
Hoping I’d get an idea, an insight, or inspiration.
But nothing came…
My mind twisted and turned.
I thought about asking someone for help.
But there was no-one around.
So I gave up and went for a walk.
And that’s when I realised …there’s nothing to do.
Here’s the thing…
When do you get your best ideas?
In the shower?
On a dog walk?
You don’t even know you’re having ideas.
They just come.
Athletes perform well when they are in flow, present, and in the moment with very little on their minds.
There’s an ancient Chinese concept called Wu Wei which literally translates as ‘no trying’, or ‘no doing’.
It’s the dynamic, effortless state of mind of a person who is optimally effective.
It’s a high performance state of flow.
People in Wu-Wei feel relaxed and happy whilst also creating a brilliant work of art, competing at sport, or coming up with a brilliant idea.
I was taught to believe that the best way to achieve a meaningful life was through effort, working hard, striving, trying…
Achieve, achieve, achieve…
Turns out this is terrible advice.
Most of the states we really want – love, happiness, wisdom, creativity, insights – just happen all by themselves, ironically, when we stop striving.
In the words of Syd Banks:
“There’s nothing you need to do, be, have, change, get, or practice in order to be happy, loving, and whole.”
There’s nothing to do really is SOMETHING!
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