Trip preparations.
In the age of internet.
Many decisions.
Sunday haiku – pre trip
Category: poetry
Sunday haiku – surrender
Laid down my weapons.
THAT fight is no longer Mine.
I am at Peace now.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Saturday Share – Marion Woodman’s poetry
I just love this beautiful poem in the intro to the book “Coming Home to Myself” by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick. Since they encourage the photocopy or transcription of pieces that carry meaning for us, I am sharing with grateful permission.
Linearity does not come naturally
to me. It kills my imagination.
Nothing happens.
No bell rings
No moment of here and now.
No moment that says yes.
Without these, I am not alive.
I prefer the pleasure
of the journey through the spiral.
Relax.
Enjoy the spiral.
If you miss something
on the first round,
don’t worry.
You might pick it up
on the second – or third – or ninth.
It doesn’t matter.
Relax.
Timing is everything.
If this bell does ring,
it will resonate
through all the rungs of your spiral.
If it doesn’t ring,
it is the wrong spiral –
or the wrong time –
or there is no bell.
Wow. This resonated in my body and my mind. Maybe it does for you also?
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
patriarchy v. the feminine
I am still reading “Coming Home to Myself” by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick and feel compelled to share a few more verses that moved me.
In a patriarchy
everything is split.
It’s either or.
In the feminine realm,
it’s both and.
From Chapter 24: Beyond Power and Patriarchy (p 222)
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One day you shall be able to say.
I am.
I am loved.
I can receive love.
I do love myself.
I do love.
Perhaps today.
From Chapter 30: Coming to Love (p. 272)
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Reflections from Marion
I just started reading a book by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick entitled “Coming Home to Myself: Reflections for Nurturing a Woman’s Body & Soul.”
Some of the verses hit me almost viscerally, they speak so powerfully to truths that have been emerging in my life recently. So I will share a couple of them. Perhaps they will resonate with you as well.
It is easier to try
to be better
than you are
than to be
who you are.
-From a chapter entitled “Beyond Perfection & Duty.” (page 67)
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The feminine
has slower rhythms,
meanders,
moves in spirals,
turns back on herself,
finds what is meaningful to her,
and plays.
-from a chapter entitled “Conscious Femininity.” (page 147)
Wow. Mind blown. I am trying not to rush through reading this book, which is designed and written as a series of daily reflections. But it hard not to continue more quickly when I find some deep resonances for me.
This is the power of beautiful writing that has deep resonance with soul. It is like an internal connection is made, a “click” into our inner wholeness that fits things into place.
Hope you have a great week, friends. May you find those words that speak the wisdom you need today.
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Sunday haiku
I am not YOUR chick.
I belong to myself, dude.
Remember that, please.
***
Maybe I will smile.
But you do not Know my Soul.
Vast Mystery there.
***
cristy@meximinnesotana.com
Saturday Share
It’s Saturday and time again for some blog love to a favorite that I follow.
I also discovered Simple Life Experiment: less stress, less stuff, less waste by Lisa, a minimalist. She recently started a podcast as well, which is short and sweet and gets right to the point as well. Check it out when you are looking for inspiration on ways to live life with more of what you want, like love and joy, and less of what weighs you down (stuff and perfectionism).
Cheers & happy weekend!
Sunday haiku – 2 verses
Slow down, my dear. Yes.
Center Yourself and breathe. Deep.
There is no hurry.
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Turn away from noise.
Let yourself listen to You.
Drop the illusions.
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