Feel And Heal

     I have found transparency and vulnerability to be such gifts. It’s terrifying, the idea of opening up and letting anyone take a look at your insides, at all the ways you fit into yourself. Pointing a flashlight at all the cobwebs, in all the dusty corners. All the things that you’ve tried to clean up but no matter how hard you work at them they just won’t go away. It’s a huge blessing to find release in art because it gives you ways to be okay with all that you are. You get to learn that it’s not so much about cleaning up all that mess but opening doorways and windows to let more light in, to shine some clarity in the space and see that… it’s not really not that bad. It’s livable, and that’s a fact that you become surprised to learn even though this whole time you HAVE been living in it. Through honesty in art you get to learn that the things you used to be so scared and ashamed of are actually structures that shape you into who you are. And while some things DO ne...

     I feel light, so light I could just float up and be carried away by the wind if it wasn’t for my body tethering me down.      I am feeling this massive relief because I felt an important truth last night. It came to me SUDDENLY and from the passing of one second to the next I became almost a different person. It’s a truth that has been revealed itself to me before… I just keep forgetting. But conveniently my Highest Self and Power loves me enough to keep telling it to me to my FACE. I’m saying this here and now because I’m human and I might need this again later on.     That truth is the simplicity, authority and just plain audacity of the statement, “So what?” The last couple of weeks I had been feeling such a heavy. Fucking. Misery. I was finding it hard to do more than breathe some moments. I wrote about it. Trust me, I wrote different pieces of different lengths about what was affecting me but then I was still left with the...

I stand in a pool of liquid gold.  Over time the tide has risen  and the shimmering fluid is nearly  at my waist.  It is not solid, nor does it impede  my motion. In fact as I walk it flows slowly, gifting me with new grace.  When I gently toss bits of it here and there,  helping to fill other pools,  mine gets brighter and the call for more rises in strength.  It pulses, and dances,  and swirls through my form and it is beautiful.  With hands raised in open prayer I hear it. My vision catches up to my hearing  and I am able to see it.  A bright funnel, a mass of lights and sparks, races the stars towards me.  It descends and envelops me,  lifting me higher in its wind,  spinning me in delight,  kissing every inch of me.  I am washed in gratitude,  softened with love,  dressed in blessings.