Monthly Archives: June 2015



I realise I did not do the very final and last day of the Pilgrimage of Resurrection. 

I hope better late than never. Has been an amazing journey.

Great word to finish it out on.. 


– Spirit – 

 Intimately knowing the Creator of life.

Brings forth a rising up of the innermost being.

Rerouted by being authentic. 

Expressive in my world. 

Heard, seen, vibrantly alive and no longer feeling invisible!

I’m found working even if just telling my story.

Spirit powerfully moving beyond barriers.

Spirit defying darkness by being a voice that has not stopped speaking! 

Unique, not easily ignored, overlooked and shut away in a box or building once a week.

Speaking from my heart magically seems to draw others to myself. Like a moth to a flame. 

The more transparent I am the greater the invite to others to be fully themselves where they are! 

Spirit and Truth kiss 



Final assignment for writing course Heart Recycle 101. Subject “Transformation”. Given different options.  I chose a letter to someone I know.. It’s actually to the people I was doing the Abbey of the Arts pillgramage with. Still working through that. I’m supposed to get it published too lol umm not so sure that will happen or how to make it happen. The very least I’ve completed it and posted here! 


Dear Fellow Pilgrims,

I haven’t finished my pilgrimage yet.. 🙂 I stopped to do something else. Learning along the way.

It is a writing course.. Heart Recycle 101 and the final assignment is on “Transformation” so amazingly it calls me back to this very same word I was up to in this journey. I see that the two roads meet and I tie the two in together. Weaving what I hope is my story through this process.

I have worked on this more than any other writing. Pushed my boundaries and its made me see myself and what has shaped my journey more clearly than ever before and shown me what is indeed possible from this very place!!!!

My thoughts.. Obviously we all are created to fly but still I think through life we always retain a knowing of the caterpillar mind. It’s how much of this mindset we live from as to where we are at.

A story of the bumble bee is told and it’s pointed out that the size of the creature and its bodily proportions scientifically mean that it shouldn’t be able to fly. But the bumble bee isn’t aware of these facts. 

It just lives from what it knows and therefore it flies.

I really do think I’ve been aware of the butterfly. Even talked butterfly language. But still I’ve been restricted because I continue to live the caterpillar life. It’s been a redeeming piece of sorts. I will to live the butterfly life!


Artistic voice birthed from salty tears of persistence.

Stubborn defiance of faded and vanquished dreams.

Delusion has channelled attention onto a spark of light within.

Knowledge of highest truth intimate, an invite to prevail.

Salvation springing forth from exposed transfigured pain.

Soul crushing isolation catalyst to spiritual kindred belonging. 

Expression a brazen release of the invisible and hushed.

Loss is buoyancy that leaves in its wake a healing cascade of peace.

Stifling darkness antithesis to unquenchable freedom to shine.

Boldness of a hopeful heart on the sleeve transparent.

Soul finding its own unique unfolding majestic wings.

Unlimited possibilities delightfully appear in every direction.

Recognised it echoes to hearts searching for escape from earthly bindings.

Captivating and inviting abundant bodacious life wherever she goes. 


It’s my utmost honour to share this with you. I have often tended to be too religious and only able to speak and write from years and years of being a certain way. Heaven forbid like everyone else. 

Losing my authentic voice and almost silencing me in the process. I therefore offer my most purposeful and from the heart piece of my soul.

Rerouted from all I’ve known and been raised to see.

Unconsciously drawing from my life for this writing and presenting a whole new me in the process. One whom has risen to meet you this day!

So very thankful and grateful for this journey and that nothing is ever wasted and that at any point we can arise and sprout wings! 

Sharon Peart 


Writing this has taken me to another world..


Amazed at what is coming up at of my heart. Got lost in this writing piece. Giggled like a school girl..  Yes it’s soppy. As the title says indeed writing this transported me to a different time and place. I lost hours. I could feel and see the setting and people and even the breeze on my face. Maybe mistakes in grammar, lay out and some words don’t fit the era of where my story appears to be from. 

But I’m thrilled with this. Excites my soul.

1. Create both, a male and a female character in a few paragraphs (each) as if they were the protagonists of your next story or novel. Describe his / her physical appearance, personality, quirks, strengths, weaknesses, story and any other details that may help build their story. 
2. Create a dialogue between this male and female, based on the way you have built each. Try to be consistent and say what “they” would say based on the story you have built for each, in the previous exercise. 


Gazing up at the giant figure of a man standing before. Her fine features seemed even more dwarfed and dainty near his hulk of a figure swathed in the finery of a war hero. 

His horse tethered not far behind him. Smell of leather, sweat and his own personal man spice wafted into the air around her.

She dark haired, pale skinned and a gentle beauty against his wild blonde tousled hair, bronzed body and ruddy skin. Tendrils of her hair played slightly in the wind but the gentle evening breeze had a strange power over her to make the whole body shiver. It was as if her heart was desperately trying to escape her chest. Held back over the years by being the person everybody thought she should be but never was.

Defiant eyes now deep violet pools fighting back tears. Framed by long dark lashes which only highlighted the intensity of the battle within. Time was running out.

The consuming desire to finally declare her love emboldened her to get closer than she normally would have dared. He a decorated soldier, her some would say just a wench.

Her breath caught in her throat. It was now or never. She reached for him, her hand before her heart.

His chest ached as it never had before. How could he leave her once again?

Turn around, ride off and join another war but for what? Nations pride? A victors crown? Higher rank? To be spoken well of in kings banquet halls?


No! It meant nothing to him he wanted her heart and had done so since first setting eyes on her a decade ago. His every desire was for her embrace and to never let her go.

Yet inwardly years of exile and self control bound his rough hands and strong arms like a vice. The strength that had so easily slain thousands, gave way to his fear of rejection. His huge muscled shoulders were tense, his demeanor edgy. He fully expected her to bid him a final farewell. The kind that ripped out a mans heart worse than a bloody sharpened sword ever could. He knew woman did this in war. Let their men know that they didn’t have to fight with half hearts. A cruel savior of souls.

Hard battle weary men did not need soft weepy women to wait. They conquered and fought and took battle spoils and more often than not it included a harem of foreign women. But he’d never given his heart away in all of his travels. He had devoted himself to building the empire yes but always buoyed on by dreams of her being his own. His fists clenched roughly to his side, he secretly vowed again to return; though there were never guarantees.

Every muscle was taunt and ready to pick her up and conquer her body and soul before his departure but she alone must make the choice. Not even the horrors of war had ripped honor from his heart for this woman.

His name a delight on her tongue but her voice was faltering as she cried..

“Richard I had to come. I could no longer stay away”. “I’ve been afraid you’d have gone and I’d lost my chance to see you.”

“No I have waited and hoped for this moment.” His face though taunt, eyes smiled..

Her lips parted and she exclaimed,

“You have? After all this time and not really knowing how I felt? It was not just victories and your families pride that always brought you back?”

“No at first I was battle hungry and craved freedom for our people and fought the savageness of an relentless enemy for years building and defending this empire but inside it has left me empty and lonely even amongst many men for there is no one to return home too.. All of this…. ” his voice softened. Gesturing to his decorated armor and horse behind and to some far away place..

“Means nothing compared to gaining a heart such as yours. No treasure is as worthy.”

“I’m overwhelmed sir… with knowing that a man of your stature and glory, so highly accomplished could desire my own company. My heart cries that I did not risk approaching you sooner .. .” Her voice falling away being cut to the heart for wasted years thinking it could never be.

She continued..

“I fought within myself for a long time that I could not ever be worthy to capture your heart. Now it seems cruel on the eve of war for me to be here. But… I didn’t want you to go not knowing how I feel. I would burst and die holding this inside. I’m in love with you Richard and I always have been. I’ve watched you since your youth become a worthy fighter and kneel to be knighted by our King but to me you’ve always been the defender of hearts and a champion of the people. Your honor is written not just in stone but in the loyalty of men and women you’ve stirred up to make our kingdom strong. The weak not just dying to fill graves but having courage amongst hardship to fight for the right to dwell in safety. You’ve given me hope to approach you even now. You’ve shown me that beneath my simple home spun clothes a heart beats strong and even beauty is not something to roughly take but to willingly give.”

His head about burst and he pulled her closely to himself. He would not wait any longer. No accolade could compare with this. She loved him and saw the depth of his soul even beneath the trappings of armor. Not just seeing a soldier but the man.

It was enough. He need not hear another word. She was as good as his now that he knew and time was against them. Her heart was the spoils he’d fight to the death defending one last time.

“Elizabeth, kiss me!! I am yours. All the countries I’ve traversed and all the battles I’ve fought and all the wealth that has come to me. Your the only women I will ever need. Your the one my heart desires. Your soul the greatest treasure I will ever possess.

Let us have this night at least. I vow this battle to be my last and with my dying breath to make it back to your side.”….



Liar Liar Pants On Fire


Liar Liar Pants on Fire

You destroy my world.

 Shut your trap!

You don’t fool me.

I see you for what you are.

How you come daily.

Taunting that all is doomed.

How it should be done this way or that.

Through people who think they know better.


Slowly it entices death.

Causing sleepless nights.

Worry and fret.

Hatred of self.

Your standard unreachable.

Isolates and separates.

Always straining towards.

Never reaching.

Forever discontent.

Happiness fleeting.

Relentless but why listen?

Nothing new to say.

Pick, pick, pick.

All distortions.

You infect.

I see you in people’s eyes.

Hear you in their biting remarks. 

I know it is you.

Casting doubt.

Pondering the worst.

Pitting one against another.

Who are you to destroy?

No need to bow to you any longer.

Truth brings freedom.

There is a choice!

Does not bind up.

Will not cut down.

Builds up.

Exquisite love.

Accepts with delight.


Invites growth.

Awakens creativity.

Those who speak it unearth beauty.

Smiles pass one to another.

Eyes windows to the soul.

Not daggers.

Healing balm.

Life abundant!

I reject your lies in every word, shape and form.

However they come.

Embracing only Truth.. 

Breathing it in and exhaling it out!

Saving my world forever.


Arise Beautiful One


Assignment given from Heart Recycle 101 writing course I am doing.

There is power in the body but most of us have a weak link. This could be an old injury from years back, a specific muscle that takes all our tension, or anything that continually takes on pain or inflammation when we’re stressed, overwhelmed, or overworked. Talk to that area of the body. Recognize that is calls to you. What do you want to say to it? Are you angry for the physical pain? Or do you want to speak from that place of healing? Anything goes.

Arise Beautiful One

I stand face to face with myself.
Speaking gently to my Spirit.
I know you have been hurt deeply.
Thinking daily that you have failed.
Every day living lies.
That you are not enough.
But it is time to let the truth arise.
To bring forth the life already within.
You are not beneath anyone.
Stop comparing yourself to everyone else.
You are not less.
You are beautifully created in HIS image.
You are unique.
HE has set you free.
HE has done enough.
There’s nothing to accomplish.
Anything you do is simply a gift of the life within.
HE loves you as much as anyone else.
HE wasn’t born to die and be raised so that you felt shame.
HE did it all so you could be at peace!
Don’t be afraid anymore.
There are no limitations.
Nothing to prove.
The world was created for you.
Go forth living fully who you are.
You are glorious.
You are not a victim.
You are HIS beloved




Write a “microstory” — a very short story, one-two paragraphs at the most (on

any topic that stirs you), in which you incorporate action and change:

SOMETHING needs to happen to the characters. It must contain an essential

change. Try to paint a picture with words vs. over-explaining. Show vs. tell.

Let the reader have the final “aha.”


She pushed herself up. Having been slumped over for what felt like hours.

Rereading over the latest entry in her diary her heart sunk once again. This is tragic she thought. How can I change this miserable life? What kind of person have I become?

These scrawled words only describe pain and anguish because someone else won’t respond the way I want them too.

How did I ever let this person hold such power over me?

Blood sweat and tears poured out in every word but what if I could change that?

What if I put myself back in that very same situation and write it the way it should be or could be.

The outcome would than leave me hopeful instead of needing more therapy.

These words don’t have to define how it is.

Iron seemed to enter my very soul.

I am going to rewrite my story.

I’m not going to be the victim anymore. I am going to be the heroine.

My pen now my wand.

Dear Diary.

My tears have dried for the last time over this.

His unresponsive heart does not beat for mine the way I want it too. That is truth and something I can’t change.

But I am in control of what happens to myself and I refuse to dissolve into a sniveling mess anymore because of it.

He doesn’t want me! Fine.

It’s not the end it’s now the beginning.

What possibilities are ahead it’s exciting to think about. A door closes and a new path opens. I take things in my stride not fall over them flat on my face. My heart no longer to drag through the mud because I continue to let it take a beating.

No longer living a grovelling pathetic life fawning away over someone who is not the least bit interested in me.

From this moment on he is behind me and I might even wave. Nope that is something the old me would do. I’ve said all I am going to say. Time has passed its too late for goodbye.

Its only hello to the future. To the people who will welcome and love this new me. Full of life and laughter and the power to be all I have ever wanted!


Simpy said. She rose up. Closed the diary. Lay aside her pen and walked confidently into tomorrow.



Heart Recycle 101 writing exercise 



 My take on this.. 
Dark side of late has been emitting to me great tales of woe.
Which is so easy to take on board.

I think if I consider these they seem to multiply and the darker it gets.

Woe to me because I’m always so alone..

Woe to me because nobody wants to be with me.

Woe to me nobody notices what I do or cares that I do it.

Woe to me there is always someone worse off so I don’t have a right to be woeful at all.

Woe to me I could do more, be more and try more.

Woe to me they do not like the way I say things or the things I say.

Woe to me what is it I do again? 

Woe to me I rub people up the wrong way and they even tell me and I keep on doing it! 

I mean seriously what is wrong with me?

The biggest darkest demon of all is called Comparison.

He’s huge because he is very good at pointing out all that I don’t do and all that everyone else does. I shrink in his presence. He also raises his head in people when they judge me. I feel so small besides them. So inadequate. Why even try?

He loves to shine the spotlight on the totally active people in my world who just shine and everybody is singing their praises.. Everybody loves them.. And than there is me hidden and ashamed. The very fact of it appears I’m inactive but that’s not true. I just can’t compare. I don’t want to be compared because it always means I’m less.

Finds great humour in making me so very aware of these adored people and their every accomplishment and every supportive person in their circle and how they are so rewarded for their efforts. That they are highly spoken of and of course people want to be around them.  Even more it appears I don’t meet certain standards and who would even consider me in light of what they do daily.  
And than there is me at the bottom of the pile with my one friend who I annoy too much and I don’t deserve anything good because I don’t do near enough to earn it.
I can’t help but clearly see how lacklustre my puny little life is.

With few on my cheer team it makes his points appear oh so right and oh so justified.


To the demons who remind me daily how it is,

Although you know me well and I haven’t lived up my end of life as well as I could have, should have and definitely fall short. Yes I agree with you on so many things. 


I have hope.. His name is Jesus. Defeater of demons. 

Defender of the fallen. He is light and when light comes darkness always goes no matter how dark it is and how much of it there is. It goes. Darkness cannot overcome light. Ever. 

My darkness and failures evaporate and I’m drawn upwards. 

I win! I’m not longer hidden! We all share the light!

He said what you have meant for my harm He will use for my good and it will help others. He also said when I’m weak He is strong. I’m going to uphold His promises as my standard always and especially whenever you come against me. I believe He tells the truth and thankfully He also said it trumps even my shortfalls. He said that He has already done enough for mankind which balances it all out and secures the end and I trust Him. 

The truth of the matter is I’m freed from any restraint and always encouraged and I am given wings. I can rise above and not shrink beneath.

Yes ok ok I give you lots of fodder and ammo to use against me but even your best shot is quenched by faith in Him.. Yeah even the smallest of faith is more than enough to destroy your firriest arrow. You see in Him all of us are one. So the things all the others do that appeared humanly seen its all different when the unseen comes into play and the whole true picture emerges. We all have our place and purpose. In Him we find life and have movement and become fully who we as individuals but together. We’ve all been given gifts (even me) and He promises that he would bring all life to the fullest completion. Meaning no matter what happens it all works out for the best so guess what no matter what you say or show me of others. I get to enjoy the journey too and I am part of this and no matter how it appears I’m included and all of us are loved and as important as any other.

Same beginning and same end and eternity means but wait there is more!

Case against me is closed. He already won.

Through Him who upholds the very thread of life itself. I win you lose! All of this works together for good.. So yeah your best and my worst and my best and your worst only serves His purpose now. 

I’ve already read the end of the book. 🙂