Crisis (one from the archives)

Crisis pulls and tugs

At the strings of my being

Playing me like a symphony

Well-remembered and familiar

I’m pulled in different directions

My soul bleeding

For calm and peace

Forgetting about stillness within

Crisis is happening in my head

The thoughts spreading in disarray

Panic setting in the folds of my mouth

Forehead wrinkled, trying to remember

Keep track and score

Of what needs to be done

While wants are on the backburner

And life is divine.

Recently I’ve been sharing poems I’ve written back in 2017 when I felt stuck in a job that I didn’t love anymore and a relationship that didn’t work. When I was in this situation, it was so hard to imagine that there was a way out and that things could be different one day. I collapsed energetically and felt tired and uninspired much of the time.

It’s incredible what’s possible with the right support. I’m now in a new relationship with my soulmate, doing what I love and generally feeling content in life.

If you read this poem and it resonates, I have an opportunity for you to press a re-set button. I’m running a 12-week healing course to help you reconnect with joy and passion in your life. We begin on Tuesday 29 March at 10:00-11:30am UK time .

Here’re all the class details.

And if you join me by 21 March, you’ll receive a bonus 1:1 breakthrough session with me.

With all my love

Gulara