Me & the writing of BETWEEN WORLDS …

Glendalough-08-1Awhile ago in what is beginning to feel like another life, I wrote a book called, BETWEEN WORLDS. Sculpted from within the mist and memory of Ireland, it tells a tale of a man many later came to call a saint, and a woman remembered, if she was remembered at all, as a sinner. It is an archetypal story. It is also true.

Like many stories locked within the mists of time, it comes laden with baggage and hidden agendas. Agendas, as other writers might tell you, have a nasty habit of not liking their stories to be told. That is, quite obviously, why they have been plopped usually unceremoniously into the depths of that deep dark place sometimes called (at least in Ireland) – the bog.

It is from the bog that they must be retrieved and that, as you may have guessed, is the beginning of what Joseph Campbell would lovingly call – the hero’s journey.

Thus began my quest.

Did I want it? Not consciously. Did I ask for it? Again, not to my immediate awareness. Did I take it on? You betcha.

You see, there was this woman, like an often fleeting apparition, walking around Glendalough – that’s in County Wicklow – think old monastic city, ancient times, power, and yes sometimes light. She was hard to ignore. As was the energy of the place and the sense of whispers and messages slipping forth from the very fabric of the land – the ‘tell the tale – you must you must’ kind. Perhaps you could have walked away from that. Clearly I didn’t.

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I’m mentioning it now because, though I have shared the how-I-got-to-it story to friends, I have very seldom spoken of it to others. The book is not yet well known. It’s self-published, it’s in eBook, it’s on the blog, you have to find it.

I could quite simply let it stay that way. It did after all take many years of my life and I could be forgiven for being tired. But it is a story that begged to be told, and told for a reason most honourable, and I, the storyteller, would be remiss if I didn’t give you a glimpse of why.

 

… stay tuned please

– book cover by Tannice Goddard           – Glendalough photo by Kevin O’Kelly (Ireland)

Let us …

Let us tell magical stories together.

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Let us weave life into being.

aliana alani 2013

for those of you who love poetry …

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SOFT, MY LOVE …

                        © 2013 Aliana Alani

 

 

 

Soft, how the river flows

and I, a thousand dreams away, ride

like waves upon the sea of memory.

 

Soft, the winds they do approach

and with their building swirl and blow

doth come the dance of love’s hidden symphony.

 

Spin and twirl, my love                                              single hawthorn tree

the fairies’ melody begins like May flowers

fluttering on a budding hawthorn tree.

 

And you and I, once wrapped in gossamer

will soon discover the light of day.

 

Soft, my love, the world awakes

with a clap and thunder.

The Duende of Life

imagine

Within this world of sun and shade, sol y sombre,

reside magical moments, the duende of life.

Often tucked within the cloak of contrasts and opposites,

sometimes hidden from conscious view,

they hover like resonant keys

to golden doors

of long awaited stories.

Available to each and every one of us if we will but listen

and then dare –

to taste the fruit of their knowing,

drink from their cup of unlimited possibility,

luxuriate in creation’s abundance,

and know it to be our own.

Aliana Alani (c) 2013

There has never been a better time…

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There has never been a better time to come home to The Garden of Love.

OVER THE COMING YEAR, I will be creating a series of paintings: small snapshots lush with colour and light guided by inner wisdom and brushed with the blessings that come from the inner garden.

DONE IN ACRYLIC (perhaps with a dusting of beads), each painting will be a segment of the delicious beauty that is The Garden. Some will be floral. Others may follow pathways or rippling pools, stately trees or even a view across vast waters. Some may contain portals. Others, faces. All will be rather surreal. Many will also carry within a touch of sacred geometry – a gateway to the Heart of The Garden – done primarily in white & gold.

THE INTENT IS to create both visual beauty and deep inner resonance connected directly to The Garden of Life, and hence of Love. So that whenever you view it, somewhere within your heart is touched and a door opens. You breathe the sacred breath of The Garden, and smile.

YOU CAN EASILY HAVE one of these paintings, either by buying one of the originals as they become available, or by having one commissioned specifically for you.
If this interests you, email me at: aliana@22shangrila.com.

Enjoy the day!

A bit more poetry coming your way…

??????????????Whether it be sunlight

dancing on a blade of grass,

Or a lover’s smile

radiating throughout a room,

A single dewdrop

lingering on a tropical leaf,

Or a torrential downpour

soaking all within its reach,

Whether dusk or dawn,

spring or fall,

a starlit night,

or a blazing summer’s day –

I am haunted

by beauty.

Aliana Alani (c)2013