What Killed the Artist / The Artist Wakes Up
I couldn’t get anything done, because I couldn’t slow down enough to do what it actually is.
I can make something, because I can slow down enough to do what it actually is.
No longer driven
To slowdown and be in my life, I’ve had to know what I’m doing. That way the smallness isn’t small.
Shame
I am finally getting there. Firewall of my creativity be damned!
Owning it, means talking about it.
So good to be here. Pain, burning, is opening, xo.
I am finding you, … and me.
Feb 22
I discovered the floor today. Feel your vastness inside. Feel your vastness outside and all around you.
A threshold
An energetic turn is beginning.
Ground
Compassion
Presence
Agenda dissolves
Fast flowing downward head to foot
Radical letting go
Within
My soft, strong vulnerable part is welcome
I’m here
What are you missing?
“Who is inviting you, what invitations are you not seeing, not responding to, disregarding, while you are focusing on others who are not there? What you are missing? Incorrectly evaluating your obsession as the whole.
Sacred decluttering
“Creating space for yourself and the materials of your life is sacred work – because it shows your right to exist.” ~ me
God
I bring love into my body
I bring love into my soul
I bring love into my body
and I make it whole.
~me
A Stopping Poem
Sitting, shaking, not leaving.
Decluttering, resting, stopping, letting go.
Sitting, resting, decluttering some more.
I (a)rise by doing nothing.
That is how my world changes.
