I am the breath of a cooling breeze on a hot day.
I am the touch of a flame on a cold evening.
I am the swoop of a wave against sand-burnt toes.
The flash of a wing against a clear blue sky.
The call of an owl in midnight's lonely darkness.
I inhabit the glorious colours of Autumn's leaves,
fallen upon damp soil.
I am All.
I dwell in empty places and in those that are replete.
I live here. I am Here.
I must remember my magnificence.
-DEDICATED TO MYSELF-
...and to all women who have forgotten...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Child/Crone
Why can't you see me???????
I have the wide open eyes of a child...open to the wonder of the world...open to the mysteries that dwell in the liminal spaces, the corners and the cracks. I see it all. I hunger for those breaks in the 'normal'. I would wander the world in search of them.
I have the open heart of a child....innocent of malice, ready to receive, and always ready to give,give,give. I have the easy sensuality of a goddess, and the earthy nature of a creature of the forest. I am raw and powerful. Gentle and filled with wonder. Hot and dark and ravenous.
But,here, in the 'real world', I am doomed to grow older and am expected to become less than the truth of what I really am. And everyone I know is DETERMINED to make this happen. Except me.
My years as a woman have only just begun....but to the world in which I dwell I am already a crone. Time to put myself away and let the remainder of my years on Earth dwindle away. NO! I cannot allow this. I am glorious. I can feel this glory and it must be allowed its free rein or I will surely die of its burning.
I have the wide open eyes of a child...open to the wonder of the world...open to the mysteries that dwell in the liminal spaces, the corners and the cracks. I see it all. I hunger for those breaks in the 'normal'. I would wander the world in search of them.
I have the open heart of a child....innocent of malice, ready to receive, and always ready to give,give,give. I have the easy sensuality of a goddess, and the earthy nature of a creature of the forest. I am raw and powerful. Gentle and filled with wonder. Hot and dark and ravenous.
But,here, in the 'real world', I am doomed to grow older and am expected to become less than the truth of what I really am. And everyone I know is DETERMINED to make this happen. Except me.
My years as a woman have only just begun....but to the world in which I dwell I am already a crone. Time to put myself away and let the remainder of my years on Earth dwindle away. NO! I cannot allow this. I am glorious. I can feel this glory and it must be allowed its free rein or I will surely die of its burning.
Living With Tears
I've been told my heart is too open. I feel everything so completely. I love DEEPLY. I trust rarely, but when I do, that trust is given fully. I dream big...I wish hard....I hope with every fibre and I give EVERYTHING. And I am lost.
I have no strength to give to myself. No love left for myself. I live, empty, every day. My friends....and there aren't so many of them.....mean too much to me. More than I mean to me. The thought of them makes my heart open like a flower.... but then the thought of being a disapointment to them makes me wilt. I am forever a child, filled with the never forgetting but I am also a terrifying, awe inspiring woman who is too afraid to shine.
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I have no strength to give to myself. No love left for myself. I live, empty, every day. My friends....and there aren't so many of them.....mean too much to me. More than I mean to me. The thought of them makes my heart open like a flower.... but then the thought of being a disapointment to them makes me wilt. I am forever a child, filled with the never forgetting but I am also a terrifying, awe inspiring woman who is too afraid to shine.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
On The Loss Of 'Love'
Does 'real' love really die?
Or does it just get difficult sometimes, so difficult that it feels the only thing you can do is to walk away from it? But what is the bravest thing to do when those bad times come? What we women may have seen as a lack of choice may actually have been an act of CONSCIOUS choice by our female ancestors. Instead of leaving, they waited....they were brave and they honoured their choice of life partner, they worked at their relationships until things got better. I don't mean those relationships where there was violence or any form of abuse....that is never worth it. But to believe so strongly in the love you share that you are willing to give up on constant gratification, found in the early stages, in order to persist through the tough times and create something lasting and beautiful together.
Or does it just get difficult sometimes, so difficult that it feels the only thing you can do is to walk away from it? But what is the bravest thing to do when those bad times come? What we women may have seen as a lack of choice may actually have been an act of CONSCIOUS choice by our female ancestors. Instead of leaving, they waited....they were brave and they honoured their choice of life partner, they worked at their relationships until things got better. I don't mean those relationships where there was violence or any form of abuse....that is never worth it. But to believe so strongly in the love you share that you are willing to give up on constant gratification, found in the early stages, in order to persist through the tough times and create something lasting and beautiful together.
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