Window in the sky
makes me wonder:
What’s beyond?
Walking the same paths and sitting in the same spots rewards the soul. I love seeing new places, exploring and discovering things for the first time. But there is a richness, a sweetness, a deep satisfaction in revisiting, reflecting, reconnecting.
Do you have a magical place that feeds your soul? I’d love to hear about it.
I’m sitting on the dock of the lake, experiencing time. Enjoying the present. Feeling my world expand.
This timespace is a treasure. As is every time and space. But sometimes, it is hard to feel the gift of the moment. Perspective helps. Silence helps. Nature helps. So when possible, I give myself these gifts.
Whenever and wherever from you’re reading this, I hope you’ll share your treasure of the moment in the comments. Thank you for sharing this timespace with me.
If only I knew the secret,
If only it could be told,
I'd know when to rest, be dormant.
I'd know when to burst forth, be bold.
If only my insight were crystal,
microscope-telescope-blade,
I'd slice off distortion, see clearly the truth,
Remember how this game is played.
The rule books are mistranslated.
Pages are missing, words marred.
The time is returning, fog clearing,
Re-livening that which was charred.
When I recall my knowing,
See with eyes that are closed,
Rainbows shall sing, quarks will sparkle.
All secrets shall be exposed.
Prompt 5: The Emperor is a director and overseer, bringing order where chaos can reign supreme. He’s logic, reason, experience, and boundary protection. Write about where you could use the energy of The Emperor to protect your boundaries. Where are you allowing energy or time leaks to occur?
October 7, 2014: Chaos is reigning in my beautiful, orderly life. It is rampaging through every cell in my body. It is wreaking havoc, destroying every idea and ideal that I’ve held.
October 27, 2015: I have been leaking, bleeding, energy and time, for almost four years. I have been purged, emptied, and depleted. My boundaries have kept me safe, and isolated. No thing and no persons were allowed in, even when I yearned to be nourished, replenished, and connected. The Emperor did his job well.
Now is the time to be the Emperor. I do not need to fight against anybody or anything. I am rising. My true nature is revealed. I shall live in accordance with my magnificence.
“One cannot be humble and aware of oneself at the same time.”
― Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
Writing Prompt from Lyn Thurman. You can receive the full prompts from Writing the Wisdom of the Soul.
Images are from the Osho Zen Tarot, an amazing, consciousness-expanding deck.
Prompt 4: Write about how you already experience the gifts of The Empress in your life. How does she already nurture and provide?
October 6, 2014: My mind jabbers and attempts to restrain me, I know that it is safe to jump into whatever is next. I know it is (almost) time. I am frustrated with the waiting, but soon, I will be able to use my power to create an even bigger, even more beautiful life.
October 26, 2015: A year ago, I wrote in response to the above prompt, but did not answer the question.
OSHO: the experience of creativity is an entry into the mysterious. Technique, expertise, and knowledge are just tools; the key is to abandon oneself to the energy that fuels the birth of all things.
the Creative Force
that Is Me
formed nurtured birthed
three humans
my Creative Fire
cleared a path
destroyed obstacles
incinerated resistance
Creation Goddess
woke stirred rose
fused with me
poured through me
EMERGED
produced a book
paints herself onto pages
insists stories be told
My book is called Swan Mothers: Discovering Our True Selves by Parenting Uniquely Magnificent Children
Read about my works in progress: the Big One, a trilogy called The Weaving Gold Chronicles; what was supposed to be a quick, fun writing interlude, but is taking a while.
It’s all been done.
It’s all been said.
No need to write.
I’ll stay in bed.
I’ll sit in stillness
on the dock.
Doing nothing
’til it’s dark.
I’ll tweet a ditty,
scroll a while.
If I’m lucky
I shall smile
as I remind myself once more
it’s not been said my way before.
I desire, sovereignty.
My fear: my desire, unachievable.
That I shall, remain, forever, as I am.
Bound by agreements, cords, and contracts
devoid of the power required
to break free.
(I’ve got nothing today.)
Inspired by Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am crumpling, crumbling, disintegrating, and as confounded as ever.
Prompt for October 27: The Moon reminds us that darkness comes and fears, illusions and imagination run wild. But often we have to move through them to find the right path.
Think about a path you would like to take, even if it’s just an adjustment on the path you’re already walking. Now, what are the fears stopping you from making the change? Write about them…
Harmoniously Balanced Cocktail of Life1 part essence of Eagle, for power and aloneness
1 part essence of Swan, for grace and friendship
1 part writers
1 part readers
1 part Fire
1 part Water
1 part Darkness
1 part Light
1 part Yin
1 part Yang
1 part Moon
1 part Sun
Blend gently so that parts retain unique flavors. Sip on a quiet beach at sunset.
Mmm…delicious.
How lovely it would be if that were the drink of life?
Instead, I am struggling to see the alchemical potential of Eagle and elf. (ELF is an acronym for Evil Little F**k that I learned from Dain Heer. The article that explains the concept of rattlesnakes and elfs is worth reading.)
Intellectually, I understand that we all made of stardust, that we all come from the same source. Philosophically, I appreciate the common themes of hopes and fears all people share, and am able to see that we are all joined in this game of earthly existence. But, a pesky part of me cannot accept that the elfs of the world and I are engaged in the same dance. I cannot comprehend one human being inflicting pain, injury, and injustice on another.
Or maybe I lie, to myself more than to you. Maybe I have been, or am, the despicable elf to someone. Maybe there is a splash, or more, of elfness in the cocktail of me.
Then again, perhaps I can let the elfs be elfy, while I spread my eagle-wings and fly away.
And, Option 3: I can absorb both eagle and elf essence into a great ball of light, toss it playfully from hand to hand, and see the light scatter in a rainbow around me. I can start anew upon a fresh, blank page. I can look at the world with innocent, untainted eyes.
Option 3 sounds so…enlightened, so…fancy. A beautiful end to this little blog. If only I could feel it. Instead, my cocktail is a slurry of mud and confusion. I know what I want to concoct, but some ingredients seem contaminated. I wonder: How does it get better than this?
Inspired by Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am exhausted and frustrated. May contemplating balance and integration bring relief.
Prompt for October 21: Harmony is possible, but we have to seek it. We have to blend, mix, do a little magic.
Imagine life as making a big cocktail and you’re the bartender. What ingredients do you add to the empty cocktail glass to achieve a perfect balance? And where would you like to be lounging back to sip this delicious mix?
My journey began inside, when I moved from head to heart. Day by day, I moved outward, recognizing my passion and celebrating my wild wide. I leaped off the cliff.
My fall is safe, a drifting and gliding rather than a plummeting. I know that life isn’t as serious as I make it out to be. I trust that my journey will be smooth, my tasks easy, and my adventures joyful. Still, I am happy to take a moment for quiet and solitude.
I enter the sanctuary. Gold walls wrap me in ancient wisdom. The smell of incense transports me deeper into myself. Soft music lulls my chattering brain toward stillness.
Wrapping myself in a blanket, I prop my head on a cushion and drape a scented pillow over my eyes.
Escape.
When we find no support among others for our deeply felt truths, we can either feel isolated and bitter, or celebrate the fact that our vision is strong enough even to survive the powerful human need for the approval of family, friends or colleagues.
~ OSHO
I celebrate my journey, decisions, and experiences. I worship my anxiety and excitement, uncertainty and knowing, panic and confidence. My passion is supported by solid gold. In the silence and aloneness, I know.
Inspired by Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am expanding, evolving, shaking in my shoes, and preparing to write for pleasure.
Prompt for October 14: Retreating from the world is a necessary part of growth, especially spiritual growth, as we can’t see our soul-light if it’s being doused by distractions.
Write about a place (real or imaginary) where you can retreat from the crazy-busy world into quietness and solitude. This is the place where your soul-light shines the brightest.
Answering the Call to Adventure with Yes! is exhilarating and freeing. It is also scary. I remind myself: I’ve done this before. I experienced an A-ha! moment (I should write a book). I followed a trail of synchronicities and joined a writers’ circle. I wrote, hundreds of words per day, for nine months. I submitted query letters. I received rejections. I self-published. I became, I am, a published author.
There are books inside me, simmering, smoldering, waiting to be written. These will be fiction. Thus, they will tell greater truths and reveal more of me (to those with eyes to see) for when the real story is too wild to tell as fact, we conceal it, we reveal it, as fantasy.
I know I can tell The Stories, but am I brave enough to do so? Perhaps it is fear that has kept me stuck, for speaking the truth has been dangerous, deadly.
I must proceed without comparing this time to times past. I desire to fulfill my potential. Write! Write! Write! my heart commands. Use your gifts. Do what comes easily. Let it come. Let it be easy. And so I proceed.
Inspired by Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am expanding, evolving, shaking in my shoes, and preparing to write.
Prompt for October 10: “Sometimes, lady, you have to just take the reins and be the one in control.”
Write about a time when you set your sights on something and you took control/action to make sure you came out victorious. Celebrate your success.
Weaving Gold 