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.
Nature Magic heals. Flower Magic inspires. Beauty soothes my soul.
I am feeling grateful for my happy place. For time to walk. And time to sit. For cygnets and water lilies and red-winged blackbirds. For birds chirping and insects buzzing. For the sweet smell of the air.
Life is good.
Words that flowed
from Divine Inspiration.
Tidbits gathered
with painstaking research.
Sentences strung together
rearranged, rewritten,
reconsidered a hundred times.
Questioned. Criticized. Corrected.
Changes suggested.
“Give me more!” — when I think
I’ve given all I have to give.
New awareness!
Scope expansion.
Inspiration.
Reaching farther back.
Writing deeper in.
Again.
The Magic Circle by John William Waterhouse, 1886 (public domain)
Inspired by Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #20: Hourglass poetry. Mine looks more like a chalice than an hourglass.
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.
Prompt 2: The Magician brings the tools to write the story. Write about the miracles you want or need to manifest with your miracle-maker kit. What’s going to make your journey sweeter?
October 2, 2014: The magician has delivered my miracle-maker kit. I am grateful for each item, but I’ve been on The Journey long enough to know that it is I who am the miracle-maker, or not. Tools can be useful, but they are inert. I must determine how and when to wield them.
October 21, 2015: I need a miracle, specifically, to be infused with an alchemical blend of inspiration, passion, and stamina. I thought, almost wrote, that I need inspiration mixed with discipline, but discipline is a stale ingredient, one that served me well in my old world but has no place here, now. In my old world, requirements were clear. I understood the rules, operated in accordance with them, and achieved expected outcomes. In the world that is emerging for/in/through me, rules have been scattered in winds, sizzled in infernos, drowned in tsunamis, suffocated in swamps.
Not long ago, most people grew, sewed, built, and otherwise created what they needed. Today, I can subsist without creating anything. But subsisting is not satisfying, so I must create meaning-beauty-luminosity with/in/through me. It has become impossible to fake it, bewildering to know which way or why or how to go.
I need a miracle. I need to be infused with an alchemical blend of inspiration, passion, and stamina, so that I may write, create, and live.
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.
Weaving Gold 