I have not written a post in a long time. I’ve been waiting for the right inspiration, waiting for something to come through, and at the same time my mind has censored several topics. I’m at a period where I want to become more personal in my blog, whilst at the same time I don’t want to be too personal..
For now, I’ve decided to get started with writing about a book I just read that I enjoyed a lot. A book that just fell into my attention as I walked into my favourite London bookshop; Watkins bookshop. The way of the rose, The radical oath of the divine feminine hidden in the rosary, by Clark Strand and Perdita Finn.
The main author is a former buddhist munk who was introduced to the rosary and the lady – and this is a book about the rosary, the feminine, the rose, the mother, nature and about what has been hidden or forgotten and how that is impacting us today, and how we can come back to it.
It is a book about miracles, about prayer, telling you how and what a prayer can do, and ultimately it is a book that whilst at the same time telling a personal story of the author also tells you how to turn back to yourself.
What I especially liked about it, is that it does not talk about the rosary, the apparitions of the lady from a Catholic perspective, but a perspective that leaves you free to choose your viewpoint of the world.
As I started reading the book, I thought it was uncanny how my friend gave me a pink mala or rosary just as I was purchasing the book – without – I assume, having read the book. And there in the beginning of the book is the history of how the rosary began, and instructions on how to use it.
My friend chose a pink colour, hinting towards that I rarely wear pink colour, and as a suggestion to wear more pink. And I remembered how my mother often tried to introduce pink clothes to me as a child, but I wasn’t interested. Somehow pink wasn’t talking to me. And how I would run as soon as I saw pink angels, pink roses or anything pink.
The book connected several dots for me, but mostly it is written in a soft feminine voice, whose information made me go, yes, yes, realising some of these things I already knew intuitively, showing me how the circle of life is working in my own life, helping me understand myself. And the whole time, it comes back to the rosary.
It is not a book that means you have to buy a rosary and start using the Catholic prayers. It is a book that in its essence shows how we as a global interconnected world has downplayed, maybe forgotten, or perhaps not, the divine feminine and showing the consequences it has in our lives – and hopefully being an inspiration to return to the natural world – to respect the five elements; the earth our feet touches, the air we breathe in for our life force, our vitality, the fire, the power of water and the more hidden ether element.
For me, as I read the book, I feel the topics of the book has worked its wonders in the background.
Working on vocalising hidden prayers I knew I had but forgot to voice out loud.
Finally spending more time in pristine nature – immersing into pristine rivers and hiking and sleeping outdoors in the midst of the wilderness; and becoming more friendly with roses and the pink (whether that means I will wear pink or not in the future remains to be seen).
It is also a book that talks of how the natural world; how the pace of life has increased and how it is impacting our lives and what it is doing to us.
As I read that, I think of how the recovery of the concussion has given me a similar message:
To stop more. To slow down. Do less. Spend more time in nature. Meditate. Pray. Be more in tune with the flow of life. And to trust.
To trust without necessarily understanding the why’s. Trusting that the understanding comes in time. And trusting that by following the next step, the next will unfold and that through posting new blogs, the censoring of the mind can be overcome and the flow return.
Bliss kundaliniyoga 