Remembering Who You were Meant to Be

The Tree

The Tree

Every tree begins as a seed.
No matter how tall it grows,
the seed always goes-

And this is how the tree remembers
what it is meant to be.

We can undergo a lot of growth, just like the tree.
But there will always be a part of us that remembers, long ago, when we first began to believe.
It is this part that contains the memory of what we are to be.

When Everything Else Fails, Create a Ritual

ritual

Some times we have situations in life in which we sense a lack of awareness, movement, or healing.
We may or may not be living in denial.
We may have been reduced to simplistic hope, when all evidence points to a contrary outcome.

One thing that I find helpful to move energy and truly come to a different state of awareness is to create a ritual or some type of symbolic physical expression of the situation.

Above is such a representation that I created this morning. I won’t go into the details about the exact nature of the situation. It is private and not really meant for the blogging world.

However, I thought I would share the set-up. The blue mesh is something that is used for flower arrangements or something like that. I thought I could make it look like water, symbolically representing the movement of this situation away from me (down river).

I noticed the candle holder we normally have on the table looked like a bridge when I placed it over the “water”.

On the one side, a vase is knocked over, spilling its stones. The vase says “Love-Live-Laugh”. That dream in this situation has been overturned. In the vase, I stuff papers in which I have outlined my feelings.

The other side of the bridge (healing) has an upright, blue (spiritual) base. Around the base, are stones and gems in a spiral (rearranging of energy into a healthy mode).

Behind it all is a picture I had that said “dream”, as well as a piece of art work I had done that was laying around. It is of a tree and its roots.

Symbolically, the energy of the situation is changing as it travels in the “water” and it is being rearranged into a new form (blue vase) and this new form is a dream of mine which I hope to take root (tree).

If you have any situation in your life that needs healing, create a ritual or altar with items you have around your home. Every time you see it, it will remind you of the changes you are seeking. By placing this intent symbolically in the physical world, healing will occur.

Edge of Innocence

Innocence

Innocence

Into each person’s life, times arise in which we stand on the edge of our innocence.

We had been operating with the blinders of naivete cloaking our visions and we were protected
from understanding the peril of our own journey.

The edge of innocence is the time of awakening in which blinders fall free and we finally
see the landscape we are navigating.

It is not as ridiculously safe and flat as we once thought. Nor are we as weak as we once believed.

Innocence is the double-edge- protecting in its state of non-awareness.

Until you become truly brave and can walk the edge, you will never see border of the world in which you are living.

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I think we all have places in our lives in which our blinders come off. We are left with a sense of awareness at what we now truly see, but also a sense of instability and as we realize how naive we had been to what was happening around us.

I guess I believe similar to “the teacher will appear when the student is ready”, our blinders fall free when we are truly ready to see.

If you are standing at a place in which you feel the edge of your innocence, I wish you strength and awareness as you finally see.

A Woman’s Sacred Land

Pushing Through

Pushing Through

Perseverance is the light that overcomes the acts of others trying to keep you in darkness.
Just as light triumphs darkness, every act of perseverance dispels the harm others would lay upon you.

This image and the idea of perseverance have so been on my mind lately. I received an e-mail from a kind, wonderful person who is being mistreated. It made me want to write the following…

Sacred Ground

you have always been the walking wounded

twisting the soft, beautiful soul and spirit of others
into some maniacal crutch

as you gimped, staggered and dragged any
and all who came near

I am not your prop. I am not your crutch.

I am a woman of glory
who walks upon this land with a power

rightfully called by the single, holy name of “Mine”

And you in your feeble state, sadly played by you as if it were fate,
will not take one step ever again

upon my sacred land.

The Hole in Your Heart

Hole i the Heart

Hole i the Heart

The Hole in the Heart

The hole in your heart.
So dark, so heavy

You touch the emotive edges and yes,
you are certain they will not heal

Until it is revealed
from the bird’s eye view

the hole in the heart
is nothing but the eye of the storm

the calm pivot point about which the
winds of change begin their rotational swirl.

—-
Hurricane Kim

That is what I thought when I first created this image. It was not planned. Again, pastel pigments spread out upon paper leading to a form, an image, an idea.

Suddenly to me, it looked like hurricane winds from an aerial view. Swirling. Around a heart, yet that heart had a hole in it.

What if, the holes in our hearts are the still points, the places in which the energy of change first begins to rotate.

May we hold the center as the gale forces swirl, trusting in our stillness.