It is time. Creating Wings has been a good friend, a lovely place to land, and a safe space for me to go, but the time has come to move on.  Thank you for reading my blog, for listening to me search, and for witnessing all of the changes that have happened in last few years.  I honour you and this space with love and so much gratitude.

But I now proudly announce my new site: Words and Wordlessness. I hope that you will come and visit me there.

“Sit still and breathe soul.” – megg

I’ve been really playing with this sentence ever since I wrote it. I’ve been whispering it aloud, letting it fall where it may, and mulling it over in my journal.

I am such a seeker by nature that the concept of breathing soul instead of actively looking for answers brings both relief and dark fears.

Sitting still brings up memories of sitting uncomfortably on a cushion, trying to simultaneously quiet my mind and ignore/ will away the itch that always finds my face.

But to sit still and breathe soul conjures up shivers of anticipation. I wonder what my song will bring up out of the ancient deep.  Breathing soul allows my wildness as much time as it needs to flesh out the bones of what I have learned. Breathing soul means that don’t have to remain still – I can dance or howl or cry or curl up or run or walk – whatever the song compels me to do.

Breathing soul is sacred connection to yourSelf.

…and it doesn’t get any better than that.

xo

“I am a writer. I am a seeker. I can find magic anywhere. I want to tell you stories and tell your stories. I love to celebrate everything in every way. I can see to the heart and the possibilities in anything. I am still afraid of my own bigness. I want to consciously decide how to live each day.  I have a profound belief in the sacredness of all things. I want to shine a light.” – megg

It’s all there.

I have done the research. I have the books (nearly all of the books!) I have the paint and the glue and the glitter. I have the mala and the camera. I have the computer and the pen. I have the crystals and the sage and the websites. I have the DVDs and the pdfs. I have the words – especially the ones I wrote at the top of this post – and the support.

The bones are ready.

In Women Who Run With the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes writes:

“La Loba sings over the bones she has gathered. To sing means to use the soul-voice. It means to say on the breath the truth of one’s power and one’s need, to breathe soul over the thing that is ailing or in need of restoration…That is singing over the bones.”

I read those lines for the first time when I was about 23. I didn’t get it then, and I am not totally certain I get it now.  What I do finally understand is that I have been collecting bones ever since.

How I understand the story of La Loba today is that now I need to consciously choose to stop collecting and start singing. I need to “…say on the breath the truth of [my] power and [my] need.”  My daily practice has been collecting and searching, collecting and searching for as long as I can remember. Now it is time to sit still and breathe soul.

Sit still and breathe soul.

Yes.

ox