12. Day 18: On Fear & Love
A word on fear: “Ashes to Ashes” Two black coals nearly spent of flame; my eyes can’t touch the Shekinah Glory without disintegrating into feather ash. Fear is the fire that causes the near silent conflagration. A word on love: “Can You Hear Me Now?” How do you set an intention of growth and abundance without growing abundantly? How do you set an...
Read More12. Day 17: Self Love Is The Ultimate Empowerment
I am attending the Spiritual Writers Conference run by Hay House this coming weekend in Chicago. It is one of those perfectly timed opportunities to move forward in a new way with my writing and my feelings about it are swirling. Mostly, I feel hopeful, ready and delighted to be going. The other feelings of “WHAT?! It’s this weekend??? I’m not ready!!!” and the giddiness of a churning excitement is like having a whole jar of Orville Redenbacher popcorn reaching fully POP! within me. It also has me busy extending love and checking in with Holy Spirit every other...
Read More12. Day 16: This Glorious Process
I am nearing the end of my Twelvemonth. I began posting April 1, 2014; April Fool’s Day just seemed the perfect place to begin. I know I have many projects, writing and otherwise that will come forth in the coming months. I know I will continue posting but as yet do not have an idea of exactly how much or what it will look like. It is like looking at a very soft focus photograph, I can see the shapes and colors but not the details. I asked Holy Spirit what I needed to know at this time as I move toward completion of this particular phase of the Twelvemonth of Self Love project....
Read More12. Day 15: This Quiet Knows Me
I had a dear friend say to me the other day, “I am relentlessly happy. All the time now.” It was such a significant departure from the majority of her years dwelling (not living) in the pseudo safety of feeling nothing. It has been a long and revealing process, this unmasking of her true nature of happiness. For so long she didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t feel happiness. Couldn’t recognize or trust it. That is until she did; trust and recognize and claim the deep well of happiness that was always with her but that she had forgotten. Her laughter bubbles...
Read More12. Day 14: Easy As Pi
I couldn’t not comment on today’s date of 3-14-15, the biggest Pi Day (in USA) of them all. And how perfect to remind myself (and you) that Love is just as easy. Delicious or mathematical as is needed. Or let’s just say that yesterday’s pickle is today’s relish. My blocked sensibilities melted away in light of the warmth and welcome of Holy Spirit’s Voice. I realized two very important things about my writing and my poetry. One, is that I can write ekphrastic poetry given time and permission from within. The second, more important thing I learned...
Read More12. Day 13: An Ekphrastic Pickle
I am in a pickle. Or rather I feel like a pickle (tart, juicy, but with pursed lips). This is the month I have chosen to extend love (and light and noticing) to my Feeling(s). For the past few years I have been experiencing (and writing about) God/God’s Love/the Universe in everything. I am inspired by the smallest camellia petal piled on the ground like so much fuchsia snow to the unexpected delight in our new shiny black garbage bin just delivered by the County. Why then, am I having no feelings for the art which is the subject of my poetry class at the Crocker? What is blocking...
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