Colour Therapy for moi...

• Melissi is a friend of mine in Stanford. She is originally from the UK and is a colour therapist with her own business Colourworks. I was introduced to her by Aveline, a red-headed angel if ever I met one! When I first got to know her husband, Tom, he simply said, oh, I see you are also a witch... The energy connection between us was obvious and apparent, right from the start. Their horses... well, that's another story altogether, suffice to say it was an honour and a priviledge!
• Recently Allanize Mouton, of Village Life photographic fame, asked me to dance & model for a portrait in her new coffee table book. She is putting together a collection of Stanford's history and present village life. This photograph is from the first photo shoot at the historic Barn on the Bend. Annalize, thank you, it is most certainly a priviledge and also fills me with excitement. I am really looking forward to seeing the results of our recent photo shoot at Rooibos House.

I played with the hues and saturation effects in Macromedia Fireworks because, today, this is how I like to see myself... perhaps Melissi can explain the colour interpretations?

Vulnerability: today, tomorrow, together...

Today you said you saw my video... but it was a little early in the morning - you'd rather like to watch it later. Your other comment about us being able to make a lot of money with it... It is my Unplanned Sunshine gift to you - I would like to think priceless! An experience akin to seeing our Cape Eagle Owls doing it in our Oak Grove under the light of the silvery moon on Sunday 1 July. The late Brenda Castle's birthday and the late Lady Diana's birthday.

The Lovers card affirms my alter ego is a port key to a Soul Mate or deal, whose superpower is compatibility in the midst of reconciling dichotomy to interconnect as a whole new entity or 'color.' To be or not to be: at ultimatum or rival tensions mounting, negotiating acceptable trade-offs validates our unique perspectives to reflect what each lacks for a balanced voice of truce. When we're together I'm beside myself, so I concede mutual vested interest, incentive or opportunity to my other half for valued consideration. For only by the power of self-respect in reciprocal vulnerability, need and compassion do 'me and thee consummate we.' The rest is all a dance on the sidelines of Cinderella Pandering or prohibition, or around a Bermuda Triangle of bottom line temptation to cheat by provocation, promiscuity, or shame. But here at the gate of impasse, I still have a choice and my pride.

Me my soul and I...

Reckless is my middle name - or that is what the Universe seemed to just mention!

I am reminded of the story of myself as a two year old. There I was, with my parents and older sister, aboard a luxurious Portuguese sailing ship making its way from Cape Town to Mozambique. As a toddler I was placed in the creche with a mixture of children, however, being the only Blondie aboard, I became the subject of much curiosity. In later years I was told the attention and touching seemed too overwhelming for me and I proceeded to bite my seeming oppressors until my mother was called to witness the teeth marks and I was removed from the situation. I always recall the photo taken of me sleeping in an elegant lounge chair whilst my mother, resplendent in a long, shimmering turquoise ballgown, danced the night away in the ship's ballroom.

I believe that as I mature I am quite capable of fending off unwanted attention without having to resort to either biting or waiting for someone else to remove me from the situation. Well, at least that is the lesson I have hopefully learned!

In a dream I had the very close and undivided attention of someone who made me feel exceptionally uncomfortable, however, being the 'good girl', I merely turned the other cheek, so to speak and confronted the forces within. My shadow self, projected as it were, as the dark energy of my husband, merely stayed there in the shadows, refusing to come to my aid and merely observing. It was the strongest archetypal image of being both submissive yet in control simultaneously. Well, it is said that the God and the celestial beings dwell in paradox... In the dream, the masculine energy that was so in my face received the sharp end of my wrath, much to my own amazement.

How do I feel now, in this moment, letting the thoughts and words simply flow forth through my mind and out of my fingertips? If people are nice to me, curious about me, want to touch me or have a part of me that is both so their own problem as well as an opportunity for me to draw boundaries that I am both comfortable with and confident that I can maintain with grace and integrity.

That about sums it up and in the moment of creation I rejoice in the experiences of the past and remain in gratitude for all that is perfect and all that is not perfect in my life. The opportunity to grow as soul on planet Earth in 2007 is as miraculous as the fact thatI have been run over by a commuter train yet am here to tell the tale.

And, so the tale begins... I suspect there will be a twist in the end of the tale as such has been my experience, not to mention the tist in the tails of both my youngesat dog and my youngest cat.

I read yesterday that many of the best philosophers changed their minds often. Well, this picture in my 2000 diary spoke to me about myself and my philosophy for life.

The caption insert is merely the entries made for the week opposite that particular horse picture. This is a study of my own life - and perhaps one day I'll make head or tail of it...

As a postnote, I did promise God that, as I had been a fence-sitter and not believed either way in Him/Her for the 27 years to then, I made the choice to believe 100% for the next 27 years. The results of this mystical excursion into the domain of belief are promised in the form of a book to be published around my 55th birthday. It was not long before the title came to me and has stuck around ever since. I have Divine copyright and trust this shall suffice. "RIVERS OF LOVE, LIFE & SOMETHING ELSE..." by Philippa E Castle



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Philippa Castle

Tel:0829434327

http://www.oakgrovefarm.co.za/

My heart aflame with a desire...

... I can barely contain; with a passion I dare not deny; with a flame that can never be extinguised; with a fire that drives; and with an energy second to none...



I have never read Gary Zukov's Soul Stories, it seems I have been so busy creating, experiencing and being blown away by my own. There is no denying that Love is what it is all about. And by popular definition, God is Love. In the circle of Life, like yin and yang, darkness and light, the flip side of the coin of Love is Hatred which is in each and every one of us, however, Love is more powerful. Love is a choice and that is the Gift of Life!

On a more personal note, "Love is all around me, it's everywhere I go. I know I'll always Love you, it's just the way it goes. You know I love you, I always will, my minds made up by the way that I feel, there's no beginning, there'll be no end, 'coz on my Love, you can depend. I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, you know I'll always Love you, it's just the way it goes..."