Weaving Gold

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

Oh, Glorious Vibration!

Crystal chalice — struck!
ringing-singing-vibrating
Emanating Hope

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“ChaliceV&H Vortex3&DblStar OverEarth”, c Chris Pringer, Aug’10 (click photo to be linked to photo source, chalicebridge.com)

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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.

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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.


Creation

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
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.

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Stillness is Possible

c0c92aebbaf31181b608ee46b10be7fdPrompt 3: Channel your inner High Priestess and ask her to reveal your potential, the wisdom written on the scroll. Write her wisdom.

October 3, 2014: Symbols slide around the page. I roll down the bottom rod, scanning vanishing words. The images are baffling and before I discern meaning, the scroll bursts into flame. (But I see and hear something.)

October 22, 2015: Don’t look. Your eyes will deceive you. Even your inner vision will lead you astray, programmed as it has been with all you’ve seen, seen, seen through millennia of deceptions and distortions.

Listen, but not to the first words  you hear. Listen deeper. Feel the resonance, there for a second, then seemingly gone, but ringing true, radiating out.

Stillness is possible.

Soar.

The flapping days are over.

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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.

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Alchemy of Three

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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.

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Here I Go Again

IMG_1316In the cycle of seasons, autumn is a time of completion. Trees bear last fruit and drop leaves. Gardens yield late produce. Animals prepare for hibernation. The time for dormancy approaches.

Inculcated with decades of September school-year starts, I am out of sync with nature. For me, fall is the time for beginnings. I am dusting off works in progress and fall cleaning. I am preparing to write and create.

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 TarotThis morning, 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.

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OSHO Zen Tarot

Prompt 1: Write about a journey you want to take in life…

October 1, 2014: The journey I want to take has been called “the longest journey you will make in your life.”  The path I wish to travel is from my head to my heart.

October 20, 2015: One year later, I want to take a more tangible journey, one with a simple (if not easy) goal. I intend to travel metaphorically, literally writing to the end the novel I started almost a year ago.

I had mixed feelings about joining NaNoWriMo last year, but a story dropped into my head, so jumped in. I intended to complete a light-hearted novella by November 30, 2014, for a NaNoWin. The idea introduced itself to me as fun and easy, a way to play with writing before I got back to my Big Serious WIP. The concept is fun and easy, but writing it has challenged me.

I wrote, and then I didn’t write. I was inspired, and then I was drained, distracted, and detoured. My excuses reasons are common. Life/obligations/laziness got in the way. Sometimes, I neglected butt in chair time, but often, even when I sat, everything perfectly prepared and aligned, words refused to come. I half-wanted to quit many times, but the idea of Zirka’s Zany Zenanigans is persistent. It wants to see itself in print.

Recently, I’ve been re-inspired. Playing Menna van Praag’s Sentence Game reminded me that writing is fun, and Menna has pointed out that I’m good at it. I’ve also been listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic podcasts and book. I am in love with Liz’s approach to and relationship with creativity.

So, here I am on Day 0, stepping off the cliff, leaving past failures and uncertainties behind (may they become compost for a field of poppies). I trust that I will travel by typing to the end of my manuscript and that Zirka’s Zany Zenanigans will soon be in the hands of an agent and publisher. One. Two. Three. Step.

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Staying Alive

IMG_1411I am somewhere; I’m not sure where. It doesn’t seem to matter. Nothing matters, and everything matters. This I’ve learned: there are two sides to every coin. What I want to know is, what’s in the middle? What’s between/inside the head and the tail?

I am somewhere; I’m not sure where. I see a pink sky and yellow trees. The path before me is purple. There is a hum-buzz in the air. I am immersed in a magical place, in a splendiferous time. I stand rooted, immobilized, magnified and compressified. I am taking in oxygen, but I can barely breathe. Nothing matters. Everything matters.

Shall I send down roots, plant myself here, now, stay forever, fornever? Shall I soar into the pinkness, munch the yellowness, and/or charge onto the lavender lane? Shall I breathe, once more, or shall I cease? Shall I listen, or bury my head in the sand? Am I to live in this Some I-don’t-know Where, or can I figure out how to creep, intrude, insinuate-infuse myself into the mysterious center?

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“I am somewhere; I’m not sure where, it doesn’t seem to matter.”
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Playing with Possibilities

It started as a thought, posted on Facebook. Friends joined the alliteration fun. Play along by commenting.

Creation. by ex0tique Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Landscapes & Scenery©2013-2014 ex0tique

Playing with possibilities. (Deanna)

Marveling with magic! (Natalia)

Skipping through sensations. (Natalia)

Daring with dignity! (Deanna)

Dreaming with delight. (Natalia)

Manifesting with might. (Natalia)

Living from Love. (Carrie)

Lolling in luxury. (Natalia)

Appreciating with awareness. (Carrie)

Dancing with desire. (Carrie)

Playing with prosperity. (Carrie)

Proceeding with passion! (Deanna)

Basking in brilliance. (Natalia)

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