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Marion Woodman: Addiction to Perfection
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« January 2017 |
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My daily exercise regime
is jumping up every 2 minutes
grabbing my camera - speeding out to the deck
and snatching a picture of the incredible,
ever-changing beauty of our sky!
Every minute. Every day.
The Lies. The Bullying. The Fear.
Darkness descending upon us so fast
The planet hanging by a thread.
I'm exhausted by hopelessness.
I can't control this flood of fearful thinking
I long for safety and peace ~
A quiet mind - an open heart.
WHAT IS LEFT FOR ME - TO BE - TO DO -
AT MY AGE?
I DON'T KNOW
I'm ready to close this post in defeat
when I look up and see 2 images in my hallway ~
My AUTHENTIC ADULT WOMAN: 500 B.C.
I found her naked clay body on Olivera St, Los Angeles in 1982.
For decades she sat on an old wood patio shelf among some ferns
One day she fell and broke her head and arm.
I glued her together, created a new arm out of sculpy,
carved a tough staff for her, draped her in a chinchilla robe,
gave her white lambs wool hair and a copper head dress . . .
She became a creature of stature and strength
Now she stands proudly beside the ancient painting of a Japanese
Just seeing these powerful images
calls forth my courage
amidst the daily trauma of
In that liminal space between sleeping and waking -
between the unconscious and conscious
I see images
that defy imagination
impossible colors and shapes ~
mimics that liminal state
creating 'dream images'
full of the unknowable.
I ENJOY CREATING MYSTERY
I LOVE BEING SURPRISED!
creating, dream, mystery, unknowable