Reflection #1


From yesterday’s blue to today’s red, the colour shift is enough for me to know there is shift happening, though ironically the shift is actually a settle. It’s been a bumpy seven days!

This combo gave me pause to think on what I do to ground myself to align with my creativity. Here, CBR talks about the King’s confidence becoming a rigidness that prevents new ideas. 
I get that confidence has the capacity to create a false sense of security that can compel you to continue to do the same thing, with the same result, over and over (some will tell you that’s success!) but for me confidence has always inspired me to try new things. When I am confident I take major leaps and major risks. I also tend to sparkle enough with those new ideas to co-opt others into jumping with me.
I stay grounded with the mundane – washing, dishes, cooking to name three. They are great places to gestate new ideas. 

And walking.

I was reminded of this yesterday when I was forced to walk to retrieve my car from the mechanic. And guess what – I’m far from being as unfit as I think I am. I really enjoyed it. My routine , within my body, has settled enough now that I can think about an afternoon walk again without keeling over from exhaustion.

What do you do to stay grounded and available for the incoming flow of ideas? Is confidence restrictive or liberating?

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Haiku Oracle Challenges, Days 12 & 13

Day 12 
Tarot plus haiku

the cicada’s cry
had flowered 
one or two inches

I chose to combine my daily cards with the oracle challenge.

.   .   .

Yes. Yes! It’s the third day I have pulled vitality. Stop thinking and act.

Today (Wednesdays as I’m late posting this) is the day I learn where I sit with my #postcardia. It’s been both pie-in-the-sky and a concrete path with a map. I’ve been caught in inertia about what happens next because I’ve had to visit a local printer for their advice on the possibility of reproducing non-reproducible work.

Haiku on point. Yes. Something new has flowered but only an inch to two.

Let’s see where to next.

. . .

Day 13
Your greatest fear


flecked with mud
moonlight slanting
cracking in the cold

Here is my fear of loneliness coming back to haunt me. Only I was in the darkest grip of its embrace when I pulled these cards. Like I’d sunk a bore into an artesian grief inside me and my tears refused to stop flowing. The water spiced with a persistent loneliness that stalks even in the brightest moments.

Cracked is a kind word for it. So is broken. The experience has left me raw and vulnerable. But like Demeter, who wandered her desolation crazed with grief, she was always on the cusp of the return of joy, abundance and creation.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards

#pinpsaturday 25.03.17


THE ZERO POINT 

You are the dancing feet 

and the soaring wings

Perpetual motion

and stillness.

You are the light 

and the dark.

The turning of the moon.

You are the firs 

and the ash.

The beginning and the end.

Turning, ever turning,

you are everything

and more

….incarnate

#pinpsaturday 18.03.17

THE HARVEST 

I wove a cocoon of exile

Tensile silks of sadness

Lost in disappearing

Neptune’s daughter drowning

within herself 

Until I walked your fields

Unraveled myself in your arms

Followed your star

As you ignited my light

Neptune’s daughter now

incandescent.

This week’s prompt:The Star. Next week’s prompt: 9 of Pentacles.