I’m thankful that I generally sleep better these days.
Wish I could sleep more soundly
My thoughts stay restless
I hear the voice, intruding in on my thoughts:
I am the one who minimizes your art
and tells you
I am the one that doubts your
dreams and drives you too hard in their pursuit.
I am what you do not claim.
I am the one who steals your glory
Keeps you small when you rise
Who convinces you
you are no one.
Your voice can be so loud
I want to raise my own
so I can hear
– Spring 2014
Swirls of color in the sky
Light playing over the landscape
People dancing around the fire
Night sky full of stars
Pine trees, drinking from the stream
Trust and warmth flooding through
Sweetness and relief flowing over me
Thoughts wandering but not resting in between
In the sacredness of this, I feel my body, connected.
– February 2013
Continuing to clear out my drafts folder. This was in the papers I sorted through earlier this summer.
From a wise woman visualization in a class on transformation:
She hands me a woven shawl that she tenderly drapes across my shoulders, a round stone with a spiral carved into it, and a map with a compass so I can always have a guide. The temple itself is made of tree boughs and logs, with stain glass windows that attract the light.
She smiles, such warmth and beauty. She wears long sleeves and a long, flowing skirt. She is so present and that is the main gift she gives to me, the vividness, the sharpness of what it means to be present.
– November 2012