five things friday: a rainbow, a cyrstal, and the poet
Published: Fri, 01/26/24
January 26, 2024
Hello there,
It's been a full week and it
is not over. Monday was our 24th wedding anniversary. Wednesday was a the 3 year anniversary of my mother's death. And, as this makes its way to you I am deep in a Therapeutic Arts training course. Celebrating love and commitment, honoring grief and loss, learning with beginner's mind.
The week also involved moving bookshelves, lots of baby drool, and a car that wont start. Also,
getting up for 5am writing hours as a way to prep myself for being awake and functional for the arts training that begins way too early in the morning.
Life. Mundane, annoying, heartbreaking, wonderful. Changing.
I am not big on gratitude lists and am not the best journaler but I am a big fan of taking time to capture some of life moments. Small, grand, and the in-between. There is magic in capturing what makes your days your Life. As mundane, annoying, heartbreaking, wonderful as it may be. Without it life is just another day, month, year, tick, tick, ticking by. Look into the moments of life, they will reveal
you.
As always, I hope you enjoy these little bits of magic and thoughts from the mundane, annoying, heartbreaking, wonderful that is my life. I'd love to hear yours too!
1.
A rainbow landed in the park next door. No pot of gold was found, but maybe the fact that rainbows are real is gold enough.
2. Last week we saw a neighbor who was moving out rolling this cart to the trash. Instead of letting it go off to the landfill we rescued it. I could not be happier to have art supplies at hand while I work.
3.
Bonus, this sweet little crystal hitched a ride on the bottom section.
I often think about the journey stones have traveled when they end up in my hands. How long did it
take for this sweet one to form? Where was this place? How was it found? Whose hands held it before mine?
Stones, whether fancy crystals or humble rocks from the yard give me a sense of deep ancestral time and place. Earth as ancestor. Earth as mother. Earth as source.
I have
stones, be they pretty crystals, ocean smoothed rocks, or multicolored pebbles, on all of the windowsills of the house. Somehow my homes feel untethered without stones grounding it. I know they were here before me and will be here long after I am gone. I wonder, where will this one end up after its time with me?
Mysteries of time and space.
4.
(The
Wild Unknown Archetypes by Kim Krans)
In honor of the Full Moon yesterday I wrote a bit about The Poet archetype for those in the Liminal tier of my Patreon. Here are a couple of excerpts:
The Poet
will surprise you with a part of living you had no idea existed and once revealed you wonder how you ever missed it.
The Poet is a liminal walker where the unknown comes to be known. It comes when our heart needs to be cracked open and be touched by the wild and tender of being alive. In the ways you can, make space for the unknown to be known. Let yourself be touched by the wild and tender.
Please join me on Patreon if you feel called by the liminal wild and tender of living, with a dose of creative life sharing.
5.
A blessing for your week:
(Tree Keepers Oracle by Angi Sullins, art by Stephanie Law)
May you feel the dance of life always moving through you.
