Welcome to the ongoing evolution of Cynthia-Lee and Spirit Uncaged, the site, and what it means to be an artist exploring that moniker. There is temptation to wait ... and wait ... and wait ... until all the things are placed exactly as I think they should be and until I know that I know that I know all the words to wrap around myself and my work in the world. There is a temptation but I don't want to wait any longer and I don't want you to wait any longer. I am longing to be in conversation with you, to share our thoughts, ideas, and creativity with each other. 

My way is one of frayed and torn edges, of not knowing the right word, of starting in the middle. My way celebrates the mystery and magic of mistakes. My way chooses real and imperfect over having it all together. I choose process over product.

I am inviting you in to explore and to witness the becoming. You are not a guest here. You are a beloved being who shares some of the same paths with me. Isn't it wonderful to remember that we are not alone in this journey of excavating our souls, of awakening our authenticity,
of discovering our wild and wonderful howl?!

O the joy of my spirit—it is uncaged—it darts like lightning!

It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,

I will have thousands of globes and all time.
— walt whitman
one of my favorite photos yet it is me, over two years ago, in 2014, when I still had dreadlocks forming. I really must update my photo.

one of my favorite photos yet it is me, over two years ago, in 2014, when I still had dreadlocks forming. I really must update my photo.

Reclaiming and Proclaiming Myself

I am Cynthia Lee

I am unapologetically a spirit uncaged, a fierce crone-woman on a quest to abide in rhythm with my Spirit wisdom. I am the love of one, the mother of nine, the mi-mi of two. I used to live wild and free near my beloved tree forest. At the end of 2015, we took on the adventure of the hustle and bustle of suburb living, moving back to my hometown. Living wild and free will always be my way though. 

Celebrating a convergence of paradox, I curate and weave words, asking the deep questions. As an intuitive artist, I allow my inner wisdom to guide me through the creative and healing process of becoming a whole-hearted spirit creature.

I wrap my arms around the dark and twisty places, digging deeper still into the mysterious twilight. It is a softer light that I seek, one that gently reveals what was hidden. With my multi-faceted vision, I see the bars, the cages. Pounding the ground with a dance of truth, I summon the moonlight and raise my howl, unlocking cages with the reverberation.

Ultimately, all of my work is about calling forth women to reclaim their wild spirits and proclaim themselves with an individual yet collective howl because the world is waiting for the wild woman wisdom to return. Listen … you may well hear my howl outside your window.

The deed was done. I had signed up for #the100dayproject but what to do? What action would I commit my creative energy to? I wanted to explore something new and I wanted it to be portable. Anticipating any excuse for not working on the project, I sought to eliminate obstacles. If I could pack it up and take it with me wherever I went then I was more likely to show up day to day. 

My choice was to create a form of black out poetry from my favorite book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I chose not just one poem a day but to create a poem from each page of the book during that one hundred days. On April 6, 2015, I began and what transpired for me while working on the project was magical. 

At first, I adhered to a more traditional understanding of creating the poems. Finding words, marking out everything else in some way. I had named my project #100daysofexcavatedpoetry because I had a sense that this project would follow the same path as my 2015 focus, Excavating my Soul. As I came to the pages each day seeking a way of illuminating the messages I saw, my style and my voice began to be unveiled. It became my way of art. Ironically, I discovered great content from this project sponsored by The Great Discontent. It felt very purposeful.

The one hundred days came to an end on July 14, 2015 with two hundred-fifty poems created. In review, I realized that I absolutely love being committed to a project that will stretch me and allow me to grow and discover myself. Thus the continuation of one hundred day projects. I have plans to offer the poems in my future store here on the site as originals and prints. The excavated poetry was not exclusive to this particular book. I am currently working through Jane Eyre. More poems to come.