Purpose

I understand that I come here with particular work. Goals, dreams, aspirations. This is not a passive existence, letting life happen but a co-creation with God.

A dance of the divine, manifesting, bringing forth. Calling on all those things deep inside me that want to be born, given form and shape. 

I breathe in. Each breath a new beginning, a new inspiration, a new imagination.

Touching the deeper recesses, the corners that have not seen the light of day or the gift of presence. Breathing into those spaces, releasing, shaking loose.

The old stories, the old beliefs that keep me stuck and small, hidden away. Constricted, diseased, congested.

Exhale – toxins released. Clearing the channel for a new song to emerge. To be gods note, to sing the song of my soul.

My breath becomes deeper, slowing to a rhythmic centering, a meditation.

Breathing in love, awareness, tenderness, appreciation. For life, for love, for the gift of this divine vessel.

Thank you.

The breathing becomes a loving, tending to each cell, wakening to creation and the dance of life.

I find my purpose in my breath. Connected, present, aware. I find myself, and in that finding become a channel, a transmission. 

I have been so terrified of this embrace, knowing that the tiny ego reality that I created for myself would fall apart. Knowing that I must be willing to step off the cliff, to walk out into faith.

A life of purpose is a life of presence. To trust the intuition, to purposely lean into each new moment. To be aware and alive. 

To truly accept all that has happened. No more fighting what is, acknowledge.

I acknowledge the hate and the rage and the anger, and the love and the lust, and the longing, and the jealousy, and the murderous envy, and the grief and the despair, the beauty, and debilitating shame, terror, calm, awkwardness, joy, abandon – all are welcome.

I have the strength and ccourage to face it all. To acknowlege my humanness, my frailty, my eventual death. I accept it all.

Thank you. 

Emergence

​The raw stone sits in front of me, silent yet alive, invoking memories of past encounters.
I feel the answering call within me and let the rhythm of the music take me.
​My hands begin to flow, no thoughts, no design, just impressions rising from the subtle energies and awakenings within.
I let the stone move me, tell me how she wants to be shaped, listening.
A gentle touch here, a smoothing there, a subtle pushback.
Guided by the shape of the stone, the movement of the colors, the suggestions of the shadows, the impulses of a deeper knowing.

Intrusions

up from the depths
in the early morning darkness
howling predators stalking in the night
fast cunning insistent
the hurt, the guilt, the shame, the rage
looking to feed
I run through the darkness
Just ahead of them
eyes desperately searching the horizon
For the dawn that will make them 
retreat for a time.