Wings

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I’m trying my wings
Soaring over the seas of possibility
Away from what used to be

I’m resting occasionally 
On the oil rigs of chance
Waiting to see which way the wind will blow

I’m deserting
In a moribund lake
All those who will not fly

I feel - deceitful
Yet I cannot remain earthbound
In their fear

Nor can I be bound
By the weight of their
Impossibility

Flying is all joy

I look down

Sometimes I feel dizzy
But mainly I feel
FREE

Deb Hawken
2004

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I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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