Love In Action





a column by

Elizabeth Hill

Elizabeth Hill is an artist, teacher, nurse, and mother of three grown daughters.

Her early work in pediatric nursing inspired her international award-winning sculptures, which led her to live at a spiritual and eco-conscious community called Findhorn in Scotland for four years.

There her art became community-based, which ultimately led her back into nursing.

She now finds the two careers have merged in her teaching as well as creating therapeutic products for people with minimal mobility.

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Spiritual Smorgasbord for Soul Sisters

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

~ Matsuo Basho

I arrived more than three hours later than scheduled that Thursday evening, after the flight from Toronto to London Ontario was cancelled due to an air traffic control issue.

Amidst some chaos at the re-booking counter, I was told the next available flight would be the following day. The only same-day transport to my friend Nancy’s place was to catch two separate train rides that would take me to Central London.

A young Polish woman named Maggie asked me if we could go together, as we would need to hurry to make it to the first train, and our instructions from the airline person were rather vague. We power-walked almost the full length of the terminal, zoomed across moving walkways—our wheeled luggage in tow—then pretty much jogged up escalators to get to the first train. It was packed, we were pooped, but we both got seats.

I’m telling this because, the whole time Maggie and I were kickin’ up dust, I felt certain (to borrow a phrase from Findhorn’s founder, Eileen Caddy) “All is very, very well.” In fact, the travel delay allowed my friend Nancy to complete her workday, plus Maggie and I not only got a great workout, we also became instant friends, exchanging contact information so we can stay in touch.

Nancy picked me up at the train station, and then we headed to a restaurant she had recommended. Before exiting the car, we took a moment to express gratitude for this weekend we had planned together, and also to invite the energy of The Transformation Game to be with us throughout the weekend.

Nancy and I first met while living at Findhorn in Scotland. It was from there that The Transformation Game was created. Over time, it has become a treasured globally recognized tool for fostering personal and group growth, awakening insights, and assisting with decision-making. Produced in numerous languages, it is available at the following link:

While eating dinner, a fly kept circling around us both. It was not really bothersome, though persistent in announcing its presence. Rather than shooing it away, Nancy smiled and said, “ Well, Spirit takes many forms. It looks like our Game has started already.”

Nancy and I spent the next day in a lovely culturally rich town called Stratford. One particular shop/gallery was filled with Native Canadian arts of all kinds—hand-made woolen and leather goods, moccasins, and jewelry. In the back, there was a gallery of Inuit and other Native stone carvings. Most were animal images, many of them in playful dancing positions or carrying their young.

These creations—carved from a variety of colors in alabaster and soapstone—made my heart sing! Most of them had a language of form that was essential, direct, and infused with the power of less-is-more.

Not surprising to Nancy or me, our “spirit fly” visited momentarily at least once each day.

We were blessed to be able to see two stage plays. Both were powerful enough to warrant an essay of their own, which I’ll save for a future Love in Action column. So, please stay tuned…

Sunday morning we walked a labyrinth at nearby Brescia University College. Called Circle Labyrinth, is has a Sycamore tree at its center. Sycamores are exceptionally adaptable, known to grow where others cannot. They are thought to promote relaxation, while raising energy and reducing lethargy. They also have many medicinal usages, and some believe they bring success and abundance.

Nancy entered the labyrinth a few yards ahead of me, each of us walking alone and in bare feet—very slowly and deliberately—with mindfulness of where our feet landed and what they felt on the path.

When I reached the center, I touched the sycamore with both hands. It felt very welcoming. There were many pieces of fabric tied around the branches from previous walkers. I didn’t have any fabric or ribbon, but felt drawn to make a gift for the tree. I gathered up a few longish dandelion-like leaves and tied them end-to-end around its branch.

Walking out from the center, I followed the winding path, which eventually exited me at the place where we’d begun. I turned around just outside the labyrinth, and motioned a “Namaste” to the sacred space.

Once back at Nancy’s peace-filled home, we prepared The Transformation Game board and its accessories. First, we each wrote our intention on which we would focus throughout the process. All afternoon, we were completely immersed in the game. There were surprises—some painful, others healing and inspiring. There were even a few tears of sheer Joy! Both of us came away feeling more confident about our next steps, and grateful for the care and loving support from the energies of the game and each other.

The whole weekend was an exercise in how sharing fun, play, and creativity feeds souls. Our unbridled laughter—blended with a few sweet tears—along with evenings of listening to Nancy play guitar and sing her inspired songs, all were sacred moments that lifted us both from the sometimes heaviness of being human.

And yes, in case you were wondering, our “spirit fly” reappeared one last time at the London Airport, while I was nearing check-in for my trip back home. With a wave of Love and Thanks for a job well done, Nancy and I bid farewell to our tiny winged friend!

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Photo Credits: Gameboard Nancy Jane Small; ‘Young Labyrinth’ Brescia University College.