This Is How
whisper it again
now say struggle
can you feel the jagged edge?
Softness is where possibility lives. ~Wendy Candida Havlir Cherry
Today in our Gathering Beauty group we worked a lot with this idea of softening. It happens when we say yes. There is a visceral opening that occurs when we say or even think yes. There is a time for no, absolutely. I know that often we say yes when we really want to say no and vice versa. This is brilliant information that can open up a whole new door for opportunity, protection, and grace. And we can move toward it all with wakefulness.
Yes can be ritual. No can, too. What do you long for, desire to experience? How can you say yes to it in some way? Yes connects us to what we love. Willingness is a yes. Today we worked with Rumi’s poem, The Guesthouse. We felt into doorways and spaces where feelings and yearnings live, and played with ways we can ritually be more present with the blessings in our lives. This includes the blessings of our longings.
We worked with The Crescent Moon Bear a bit, too, from Women Who Run With The Wolves....and the power we have to embody the blessing and clear the way for more. We had Boundless Wisdom Flower Elixir and anointing oils from @lotuswei to create more spaciousness, and sweets to delight our tongues. Always always we had several card decks out for sacred mirroring....including a new deck I love from @jenberlingo called the SoulSpace Oracle.
May you know something sweet that delights you today. May you whisper yes to what you love. May you be open to the synchronicity at your door. And may you clear the way and walk in certainty knowing that grace and possibility are waiting for you.
May it be so.
i am me. i am shorter than most anyone, i sometimes eat more than i should. i smile way too much, or not at all. i usually only wear vans, and sweatshirts in 100 degree weather. i listen to pop punk music, love Jesus, and cannot stand to drive on the interstate. i drink iced coffee throughout the week, always try to get places on time, and love a little too much. i wrote poetry as a simple solace for my pain, but it turned into this page. i am me and that is enough. 🌙