Three weeks ago, I closed the doors on my site. I locked myself inside the cage in an effort to see myself more clearly. All that was had begun to shrink and not fit. It was time for shedding a skin. Something new yet ancient was calling. The primal call of my soul was howling. Time to return to something true to my being.
I've been smearing grunge everywhere and rearranging things to feel more like who I am and how I be in the world. I love torn and tattered, rusty and mottled with drips and drops, scrapes and scratches. Give me the imperfect because that feels more real to me.
Though it's not quite complete, that is real as well. Words are still being summoned. I have created a place for them to land but for now I must wait. What couldn't wait was the open. It is time to hang up the Welcome sign and beckon you within to witness the old new - the new old - the becoming.
Here we are! Explore, plunder the site. Read the words. Please leave comments because I am all about the connection and the conversation!
from the what-not shelf
Journal to Be
Your journal is your journal. You can be, say, do anything you want on your pages. There is room for all of you – the brilliant and the blasé, the moody and the motivated, the heartbroken and the enraptured, the grateful and the grandiose. Whoever you are in this very moment, however you are feeling, all you have to do is show up to your journal and be.
If I knew where the good songs came from, I’d go there more often. It’s a mysterious condition. It’s much like the life of a Catholic nun. You’re married to a mystery.
number 18 is the best!!
no favorite ones from this list ... all SO good!
some challenges I am taking on this month
this is a thing! I am over the moon.
then you need some ideas of things to do with those grandkids. How about 101 ideas?!
Start small or big. Even better, start in the middle; just start. Make a mark on the page, pick up the mandolin and feel it in your hands, make a bloody mess, just start.
MUST-READ article of the week but if you just don't have time to read it, here is the closing paragraph because it is THAT powerful.
"a wise black woman once powerfully demonstrated how racism feels and wears on a person. She took my hand and ran her fingernail across the top, and asked me if it hurt. Of course I said No. She responded, “Well, what if I keep doing that over and over in that same spot for years? Eventually the skin will break, it will bleed, maybe fester and scab over. Then someone else comes along, does the same little thing which normally wouldn’t hurt, but breaks the scab open, and you scream and howl in pain and punch them in the face. That is how years and years of discrimination wear on a person, and why sometimes we react in the ways we do.”
What's going on in your corner of the world?
What's keeping you curious?