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Creative Meditations details

If anyone happens to be in Bristol UK, you are welcome to attend:

Creative Meditations with Glenn

Tuesdays, 7:15-9pm from 4 Feb at The Centre for Whole Health.

Come and share the beauty of our collective and individual wisdom as we move and respond to the richnesses within the heart of mindfulness, poetry, dance and song.

Each Tuesday evening from 7:15 we will gather together initially in the café area.We will begin to come further into this wonderful moment by sharing in a simple guided meditation and/or creative writing exercise then in the main hall we will experience a variety of meditations, chants and songs, (drawn from many different and complementary spiritual traditions).

Maybe you have a favourite that you can offer and we all can learn and grow from? Please do bring with you a pen, paper/journal and a mat if possible.

Pay what you can, (suggested donation £5 to cover cost of hall hire)

Please text if you’d like to chat before hand or just come along.

Glenn Mower:  (07485-109881)

Centre for Whole Health, 12 Victoria Place, Bedminster, BS3 3PB

www.centreforwholehealth.com

Glenn has been a member of Bhuddist (Zen-Thich Nhat Hanh), Christian (Contemplative-Centring Prayer) and Sufi groups. He is currently a student of The Inayatiyya (a Sufi order).

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Creative Meditations: Week three

Here’s the collective group poem for week three

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown

Moving always moving, but

Slower now.

Opening and ready to receive.

Waking up

Falling asleep

Waking up

Falling asleep.

The magic of the trees, the sea, the sky

Just there.

When I uncover these veils Who else may arise?

The mother, the father, the son?

The Holy Spirit, the Wanderer, the Warrior?

I see these lines and lashes

That whisper and touch

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 18 2025.

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Creative Meditations: Week One

Over the past three or so weeks I have been offering a space for others to meet write, sing and dance together, here’s the first weeks group poem:

Love’s gathering

I am softening from the hard world

Tender from its demands and constant asking of me

Things I love and things I must do tangle like vines and I

Cannot separate the two.

Life can be simple if it is allowed to be

A place of magic

To stop

To be restored

How many kind, fully hearted Beings

Walk soft foot along this path

Unseen, yet fully seen By Love

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 13 2025.

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Beneath this dry crust

Beneath this dry crust

grit, dust and pain
soft whispering tears
gently refresh Your name
to re-soothe this fright
caress stress and this strife
impress hands side by side so
to fill within Light.

chorus
cheek by cheek, may we discover
Jugular breathing of Lover to lover
Beloved release us, incense us with sweetness
immerse us in perfumes of True Love’s completeness.

Light pouring out
Illuming this living
Re-shining doubt
so to see without seeing
exposing confusion
we free flow these Oceans
to joyfully drown within
earthly illusions.

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Poetry for wellness

During lock down I have been offering

an eight week ‘Poetry for wellness’ experience via Zoom. Me and two friends have been communing around some poems and themes offered by Lisa DeVuono (and others) in their wonderful new ‘Peer Facilitators Manual’. At the end of each week we have written spontaneously for 15 minutes and then shared snippets with each other (to further feed our ensuing weeks).

As I come to write up and share the final email with my two compatriots I have re-met these offerings. For a record of my journey over the eight weeks I have curated glimpses of my spontaneity within those 15 minutes of free flow writing below. What a privilege and what beauty my two friends offered, it is a shame I cant post all of their offerings, but during the first week we offered lines of our writing to each other which formed a group poem:

Initial group poem

Simple things in life, melt in.
Is this my child speaking and waiting?

I plant seeds for salad to eat soon and
I plant a tree that will bear fruit next year.

The harvest of an endless crop
The translucent sunbeam through the trees
Teasing new shoots to grow.

This life is an invitation to melt in.

Week three: On self-compassion

Unforgiving
drunkenness
crawls within me.

Week four: Making it real

Shutting out the world
is really
not an option
it has never been
it comes in glorious floods
sensations, opportunities and creations beyond
my wildest imagination.
Maybe I can be gentle enough
Featherlike enough to, let this newness
fall
and rest in my hands.

Week five: Overcoming obstacles

If

I embrace
this
Unknowing
maybe I
can ease
into my growing

and while

facing
the Sunshine
maybe
I will
emerge

more

clearly.

Week six: Creating Hope

Together
we are
melting fatigue
by
swaying on the branches of impulse
launching songs
entraining sirens of newness
we are
Together.

Week seven: Being in gratitude

To become released, to become more open, flowing even.
To hide and be happy.
To appear and be happy.
To be resourced and tearful and gratefully imprinted like Gibran, with his
‘Tear and a Smile.’
To allow the tears and be gentle.
To find the light, like my old friend Shuntaro Tanikawa.
The light in the darkness and darkness in the light.
To celebrate re-finding old friends, who I have neglected for so long.
Shuntaro, you have taken second,
third and fourth fiddle to Rumi and Hazarat, Gibran and Neruda
but now your ’62 Sonnets’ press in on my pen.
With silence my companion,
Floating the river of Melancholy,
Coca-cola Lessons,
The Traveller, The Naif, Watashi. All yours, signed sealed
and delivered to my bookshelf.

And ah, At Midnight In The Kitchen I Just Want To Talk To You.

Yes, tomorrow my friend, If I should be so lucky, we too shall talk again.

Week eight: Self care and endings

I am wondering where to go now
where to go now,
how to grow
How to move freely
Breathe more deeply
Love with an openness that
is all mine, an otherness that
is all yours, a togetherness
combining to stop time.

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First year thankfulness

It is now exactly one year since I started this blog.

It began as an experiment to see if I could distil some of my daily journals into readable form. (For the last 13 years these journals have just been written for my eyes and my sanity). These 70 odd posts are the first concerted effort to share my mumblings and ponderings with others.

Although these posts are mainly offered as a practical way of me letting go, I am none-the-less touched and thankful for the number of views and for the gentle trickle of ‘likes.’

I also feel honoured to have had 18 other souls on this earth follow my output at different times over the past year.

As I don’t have any other on-line or social media accounts or presence, I am constantly surprised that my blog posts actually find their way to anyone at all.

Your encouragement has been and is appreciated and noticed. Thank you very much indeed.