Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

7 — Letting Go of the Reins when Writing

Last autumn, I participated in Lyn Thruman’s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul, a writing journey through the major arcana of the Tarot. On October 20 of this year, sitting in silence, I pulled the Fool Card from my OSHO Zen Tarot deck and was drawn to the begin a new loop of the journey. Here I go again.

76a1016017a5975658f1d603dcd8f6efPrompt 8: “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. 

October 10, 2014: 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.

November 7, 2015: I read the prompt for today, and added, “and sometimes, you have to let go.” At the moment, this is poignantly true for me with respect to my writing.

I started NaNoWriMo with a bang. The words were flowing and I was writing more per day than ever before. Yesterday, inspiration came to a screeching, whip-lash-inducing halt. I was devastated. I made myself do sprints with @NaNoWordSprints, which had been an amazing tool in previous days. I wrote, producing utterly uninspired (and uninspiring) sentences. I quit. For me, there is no point in writing unusable paragraphs.

Dreaming with Horse Spirit

Dreaming with Horse Spirit

My Word Count horse did not respond to my lead, no matter how I spurred it. Worse, I was so entrenched in controlling productivity, that I had choked my Creativity streak.

I am dropping the reins. I am releasing the perverse need to meet my self-imposed daily word count goals. I am setting my creative spirit free. (Do with me what you will, !!! — I just realized that she has a name. Off to listen. Off to learn it. Off to merge with her in friendly partnership.)

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.


Ode to my Throat Chakra

th2_mp63Sapphire blue vibration,
Let your pulsing be key
Unlocking songs, poems, and stories
Dwelling inside of me.

Whirling sphere of blue ribbons,
May your movement let flow
Dances long stifled, voices repressed
Smothered secrets I know.

Flow, as words from my fingers.
Sing, express from my heart.
Radical truth, deep sweet magic,
Blue Quiver -- bring forth my art.

Inspired by the art of Mara Berendt Friedman and contemplation of the fifth chakra, center of creative expression.

Posts about the Throat Chakra, by others.

The Throat Chakra: The Center for Self Expression

Throat Chakra: Free Your Self-Expression

Yoga Poses to Open the Throat Chakra

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Creation Goddess Rising

a37d7bd1e696085cbc09e53c7b2cbae0Prompt 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.


03the 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
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.

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