12. Day 28: Twelve Fears Later…
It is time to talk about my thoughts and feelings of having blogged daily for a whole year (that’s 365 days!). Yes, I officially made my first blog post on March 25, 2014 (in the middle of a trip to my nephew’s wedding in Nashville). Extending love to my epic fears is something I could have done privately without the added work of cataloguing my experience. I could have just felt the difference but, then, would I have remembered the process? What if I needed to do it again? What if you wanted to follow along and do this for yourself? What if we needed to get home and a bird...
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In the middle of my prayers and affirmations for my time at the Spiritual Writers Conference in Chicago I felt (rather than heard) a ripple of trepidation. Then I heard this timid gathering of thoughts insisting I listen to the “What if’s?” (I imagine these to be the students gathering around a teacher’s desk reminding her she promised to let them out early if they were good and quiet.) To be honest, I didn’t really want to take the time to hear these “negative” thoughts of limitation and fear. But, since I did commit to noticing and extending...
Read More12. Day 9: I Brake For Poetry
“Nobody’s Fool” Even a dog gets thirsty and knows how to wake himself up and trot to the water bowl. How is it I forget each time I fall asleep how to wake myself up and trot over to the Beloved to sip, soak and be drenched by His love presence? I am a forgetting, fool, that’s why. Lucky my Beloved planted His holy wellspring deep within my breast so that I never have to trot very far to receive that sublime whiff of the holy christening which reminds me to open my mouth and surrender to the drink of Life. Once more I am saturated in Love and am nobody’s fool...
Read More12. Day 6: I Am The Poem
Feelings have a way of leaving me mute; I think this is one of the reasons I have feared them. Since talking is my perceived way of connecting, feelings (and the ensuing muted state) can leave me feeling somewhat disconnected to myself. The beckoning quiet of silence is my only friend. Poetry is one way I can express myself back into an awareness of connection with myself. I do not write in order to make a poem, I write in order to be the poem. Silence Speaks My thoughts have all escaped I am left holding a bag of words clock tick candle flicker tea steam aeroplane whine traffic drone...
Read More11. Day 21: The Ecstasy Of Ekphrasis
Since learning to extend love to my fear of success has to include the opportunity for success (and failure), I signed up for a poetry class at the Crocker Art Museum. Poetry is very near and dear to my heart because this was the first way I was conscious of my heart voice and the Holy Spirit speaking to me. It was so unusual to find my self writing poetry it really grabbed my attention. Since those early days I find myself drawn to expressing through poetry the thoughts, feelings and revelations I can’t otherwise capture. Up until now I have never really read my poetry aloud in a...
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