“A true poet does not bother to be poetical, nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.” – Jean Cocteau

I love this. You may have seen it already since I am sometimes late to the YouTube party! I saw it first here. I hope you like it as much as I did! I’m sensing a theme in my life lately. Perhaps it is time to make some art!

xo

“Our true selves want to be expressed. In fact, they demand it.” – Jamie Ridler

A couple of weeks ago I sat down to work through Jamie’s Soul Reflections course (which I highly recommend!) I have been making collages in a book since I was about 17, so I thought that I knew what I was in for. I was wrong.  Somehow she managed to get me to tap into parts of myself that I had either ignored or forgotten or pretended weren’t there for a very long time.

Sometimes I think that the weight I carry around is not food at all, but all of the possibilities I haven’t embraced.  I have wondered what would happen if I threw caution to the wind and did the things that I am most afraid of.  I honestly think that I might wake up the next day in a body lightened from the release. I’m a worrier and a good girl deep down, and I have always been practical in some ways and ridiculous in others. I always have the map and the aspirin, but they are tucked in beside the tiger’s eye (for protection.)  My fantasy shoes are sparkling silver heels, but I live in slippers.

This course reminded me that there is room for all of me.  I am practical and silly, but I am also sexy, passionate, vibrant, sassy and capable of magic.  My soul finally got a chance to speak and she shook her head, slapped on a tiara, winked and said, “Wake up, woman!  You have been slowly going to sleep.  Stop wasting time searching for yourself and remember who you ARE.  Anything is possible, but you have to let me out to play too.” So we agreed to start enjoying all possibilities.

RrrooooOOOooooaaaaAAAaaaarrrRRrrrrrr!

I feel lighter already.

Which parts of your soul have you been ignoring?

“You do not require permission to be extraordinary.” - Richard Quick

…one night
there’s a heartbeat at the door.
Outside, a woman in the fog,
with hair of twigs and dress of weed,
dripping green lake water.
She says, “I am you,
and I have traveled a long distance.
Come with me, there is something I must show you…”
She turns to go, her cloak falls open,
Suddenly, golden light… everywhere golden light…”
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes

(The universe gave me a new book to write this morning!  I’ve been muddling through trying to write something new for ages, but again I have realized that TRYING isn’t going to get me anywhere.  When I let go, a book appeared.  Hungry, wild, greedy, and noisy, it has settled in.  I’m looking forward to getting to know it.)

Have a wonderful day.