Hello Lovely Readers – Happy Autumn!

It`s that time of year again. Out comes my favourite pumpkin coloured sweater and my snuggly slipper boots. On comes the heating – in come the cinnamon and fig fragranced candles and to my despair, in come the dancing daddy-long legs.
I do love this time of year. I even embrace the coat on, coat off, confusing body temperatures, as the warm summer afternoons can`t decide whether to give in to the chillier evenings.
However, I am still not convinced about the Christmas decorations in the garden centres yet! And I am baffled as to how you can merchandise spring flowering bulbs right next to twinkly fairy lights. I do, however, find my inner child oohing and aahing along with all the other adult-children all jostling for the best view of the extortionately priced, miniature, ornamental ice-skaters and sparkly, snow coated village scenes that herald, a mere two months until…..


This year has been another strange one. My writing has taken a back seat and I don`t know why. There seems to always be something cropping up which consumes my creative head space. I know other writers who carve a slice of the day as their sacred writing time. These are the dedicated, successful authors whose inner well of prose never seems to run dry. I am in awe.

Having said all that – I do know what has partly consumed my writing time…and it is rather exciting. Some of you will be aware that my lovely husband Rick Radley composed the music for a new Rock Musical called ARTABAN the MUSICAL. This is the story of the fourth wise man, Artaban. The original story (because it is a work of fiction – or is it?) was written about 120 years ago by Henry Van Dyke. Rick became involved in the music through my wonderful friend, and fellow healer/writer Anne Jones. At one of Anne`s dinner parties she approached Rick and said, and I quote: “Rick, you`re a musician – do you fancy putting a little bit of music to my lyrics? My friend, Daphne Lander has written a script and we want to put on a musical.”


His response, which was probably coloured by the amount of Malbec, Scotch and party euphoria in his bloodstream was a reluctant –
“I`m a Rock and Blues guy, I don`t do Kumbaya stuff, but okay I`ll have a go!”  That was over six years ago. Nineteen vibrant songs later and a fascinating journey of ups and downs, brings us to the here and now!
ARTABAN the Musical Showcase is showing on 23rd and 24th November 2021, at the prestigious Actors Church in Covent Garden, London. For tickets – please click on the link:

We are all extremely proud! It is now beyond exciting. We have a top Director and West End Cast on board. So, yes, I think this may have been the distraction which has taken me away temporarily, from my writing.

Of course it has been suggested that if I weren`t such a slow morning riser, many thousands of words could have been committed to the barren page before elevenses!  Forget it. That has been tried and tested and it is confirmed, I am definitely not a Morning Person! The end result of my early morning scribblings tended towards the grumpy, grouchy sort of stories guaranteed to shove the unsuspecting reader right over the edge, if they were teetering.

One area of my writing I try not to neglect though, is anything I can contribute to honouring my Welsh heritage. I haven`t been completely idle. I include a link to a tongue in cheek article I wrote for EGO magazine. This is a great magazine, packed with some fascinating reading. Pre-Covid, it was a paper print mag. During Covid, the editors adapted it to an online publication. I believe that 2022 will hopefully bring it back to a physical “real life” you can sniff the paper, and detect the pure Welshness, kind of publication and I cannot wait!

But as Autumn blows in, scattering curly amber and red leaves, and carpeting the ground with spiky horse chestnut husks – my creative juices are starting to seep out through my fingertips and my keyboard is clickety clacking again. What has caused this change? As bonkers as it sounds, I think it is my pumpkin-coloured sweater!

Sensitive to my environment – I have often discovered that the clothing I pick from the wardrobe reflects the needs of my mood. Colour therapy is a known healing tool. With my holistic hat on – I have always put great credence in the effect that the colours in our surroundings have on our emotional and even physical state.

Most of us are familiar with the image of a cross-legged yogi with coloured symbolic discs running up the centre of their body to the top of their head. In Sanskrit – these coloured spinning discs are called chakras and they are the energetic access points running throughout our bodies. Some psychically aware people can perceive those chakras either visually or through touch. Using colour as a form of medicine dates back at least as far as 2000bc. Light therapy which was known as phototherapy was practiced by many ancient civilisations in Greece, China, Egypt and India.

The Ancient Egyptians harnessed sunlight as well as colour for healing. Although it appears they did not investigate the scientific reasoning behind colour healing, they had great faith in its healing powers. The Egyptians and Greeks were known to use coloured minerals, gemstones, crystals, etc., as healing remedies.  They also created sanctuaries which they painted in differing shades of colour, believing this would stimulate the energetic balance within the body.

So back to creativity. The sacral chakra is located just below the naval and responds to the colour orange. This energy wheel is believed to govern fertility and creativity. Aha! In comes my pumpkin sweater. The minute I slip it over my head I feel comforted, warmer and more inspired. In addition, in the autumn and winter months I have more opportunity to retreat to my writing cabin. It hadn`t really crossed my mind before, but this brings with it a double `creativity whammy`. The warmth of the pine walled surroundings adorned with the eye-catching vibrancy of my multi-coloured Indian wall-hangings, blended with the stimulating colour of my go-to autumn sweater, unleashes the potential of a record-beating word count.

Now all I need to do is stop analysing the whys and wherefores and get writing!

Till next time,
Love & `Orangey Autumnal` Blessings
Sashi x

Wise and Steady

Wise and Steady

The apple tree, in its winter cycle

Sunlight pale yet still determined,

casts its creamy glow

This will be your place always

I see you rest your hand against the aged trunk

You stoop and rescue a discarded branch

counting the rings of the stricken limb.


Ice-blue eyes aglow with joyful understanding

You trace your fingers along the bark

To where it furls like waves of arid surf

Beautiful old chap, you say,

With more than understanding

How wise and steady you remain.

You will see the sun rise long after me.


I believe, you must have known

Today, poised to tumble, to hardened earth

a single apple, the season`s last

Framed by an ice-blue sky,

I pluck it gently, from its mother branch

And give thanks

How wise and steady you remain.

By Sashi Radley

The Triskele Symbol

Hello Readers
A warm welcome to my `Author Radley` blog. I thought it would be a good place to start by giving you some insight into my world and start with:

Why I chose the Triskele symbol for my website.

The Triskele or triple spiral is believed to be one of the ancient symbols of the Celts. It is often associated with the Goddess Brighid and the three aspects of woman, purity, motherhood, and wise woman. It has been also considered to represent the nine moon-cycles of the gestation period of pregnancy, so connected with the divine feminine, fertility, re-birth. But this is just one suggestion.

The Goddess Brighid is fiercely protective of those who call upon her which explains why the Triskele is often worn as an amulet for protection.

I have always believed that the Universe displays signposts and symbols to each of us as we journey through life. Some call it superstition, I believe it is subliminal direction. But when a fluffy white feather drifts into my path, or a dragonfly settles beside me at a time when I have asked for guidance. I accept that my request for help is being dealt with.

For me, symbolic messages take their form in many ways. One of the symbols which has always resonated with me is the three spiralled Triskele.

As a descendant of Welsh, Celtic Bards and Druids – it makes sense that this symbol would instil strong emotion. But it awakens something primal within me. It holds an energy which I find empowering. There are many interpretations of this symbol. To me it represents movement and change. The need for momentum to create peace in your life. Simply – life, death and rebirth – past present and future – earth moon and sun, the power of three. Balance.

At sacred sites throughout the world – we most of us have been wowed by the ancient drawings and symbolism which occurs. We often question why certain symbols repeat on different sides of the globe. How can the civilisations who created them have similar knowledge – when history dictates that they cannot possibly have met one another?

The Ancient Egyptians left their legacy with brightly coloured hieroglyphs and artefacts deep within their pyramids. We are still fascinated by interpreting these. But for me the most powerful aspect is; those déjà vu moments so many of us experience when we visit ancient monuments and see those images and symbols which were created hundreds or thousands of years before our existence.

Maybe this is why, I believe in multiple lifetimes – Past Lives.

Deep in our psyche, filed away within the depths of our personal Akashic record files; perhaps there is wisdom and learning which we have brought forward from those former lifetimes. Could those lessons be stored deep in our subconscious, to help us not make the same mistakes over and over? If this is the case, then we will need prompts to remind us that we are on the right path. Symbols to awaken our soul memory.

In the great story of our soul journey – for me, each life-time is the equivalent of a separate chapter. Sometimes with a satisfying conclusion – mostly ending with a cliff-hanger or unfinished business. At the close of each life-time (unless you have reached enlightenment) the door to the next life is framed by a faint glow of light designed to encourage you through – cracked open just enough to pull you through to another adventure.

But what about the Triskele you ask?

Quite a few years ago, on my first visit to the ancient Avebury stone circle in the Wiltshire countryside, I was struck by the comfortable feeling of already knowing this place. Yet to my knowledge I had never been there. Certainly not in this life-time. I felt an instant pull towards one of the giant stones. And as it was fairly deserted on that particular day, after a few scans of the landscape to make sure I wasn`t being observed; I placed my palms against the cool stone which was glistening magically in the sunlight. With eyes closed I slowed my breathing and waited. At this time, I was not quite as comfortable with my “off the wallness” so it wasn`t a natural thing to be doing. But somehow, I felt compelled!

But what about the Triskele? Bear with me…why use one word when you can use ten!

The cool sensation against my hands began to morph into a pulsing nurturing warmth. This all sounds a little weird I know, but I lost myself in deep connectedness and contemplation for some time. I then placed my forehead against the giant stone (don`t ask) – and on my inner screen in my mind`s eye, I saw a silver coloured triskele. Nothing else, just this simple three swirl symbol. I had no idea what it meant – but from that time onwards the triskele often shows up for me. Always, it seems, at important moments I wish to commit to memory, significant events or places that resonate.

Immediately after this experience I wondered – had I imagined what I had seen when I connected with this ancient stone?

On my way back to the car I noticed a touristy gift shop. I popped in for a quick look around and there just inside the door on top of a high shelf was a white mug with a silver triskele emblazoned on the front. Slightly un-nerved by this, I asked the assistant what the symbol meant. She believed it was an ancient Celtic symbol – but, she added that the mug was one of a series to celebrate the crop circles which regularly appeared in the area. Who knows? Coincidence, synchronicity or simple imagination! Maybe the beginning of a new novel – aha! Or maybe just my Celtic Ancestry pulsing away in my DNA.

Anyway – if you are drawn to the Triskele also, maybe we have met before? I would love to hear your stories relating to all things, signs and symbols. So, if you feel inclined drop me a line. I do my best to reply to all your messages.

Thank you for reading, until the next blog, bloglet or blogella

Triskeley blessings to you all,