Free Flow

I thought I would just sit here and let it go...I am not sure and I do not proclaim to know....I only think I ought to start somewhere....going.....falling....believing.
This is not where I began. I didnt think I would begin where it felt like the end.
I cant say that I ever thought this far. Not really. I think I thought I would stay in the heart of yesterday....maybe because there was something known instead of the fear of the unknown. I sit in the midst of the words, the talents, the images, and I think...I thought, I hoped, I wanted, I dreamed, I did, and I didnt. Did I miss it? Was I awake....did I gravitate? Can I be back there in her, with her, by her? Or is it too late? I am near....I am calling....Crystal lens....distance falling.....Cooperate dear heart. Tell me where and when to start. Battle cry...I feel as if I could die. Cherish him, in our lullaby...sweet baby rest your soul....rest your fear....breathe deeply and conquer all that is near.Charlie P~

Once she emerged there was no way to turn around, to run away, or to pretend she did not exist. As she came all I could do was open my wings fully and FLY…….

The rusted watering pot had DREAMER written on the side of it. This watering can spoke loudly to my soul. There was something strange and beautiful in its message. I believe I am a DREAMER and I believe that I have been holding a can of my dreams for years. The can is rusted with ambition, with fears, with sorrows, with happiness, and with years. I dream! I dream! And I dream!

I know that if I fill my can up it has the potential to make life flourish and create birth. I love that feeling. That the dreams that have been contained in my rusted can will be full enough to spill over and nourish growth of the next season. I can hardly contain them any longer!!

I love the idea of rust. Maybe because it is raw and shows signs of truly weathering life. I believe its the weathering that makes us appear beautiful even in our imperfections.

And OF course CHEESE! My little man in all his wonder continues to encourage me to see the world through the eyes of an innocent soul. he encourages me to laugh when life says you cant laugh, prop your feet up in all the wrong places, and talk loudly because you are proud of what you are saying......Thank you Luka --Thank you!!

I was in PA this weekend and I was drawn to the aftermath of winter.

Everything was still barren and the garden was yet to be in bloom but I felt strangely attracted the sensations I felt. I welcomed the sunshine. I loved the imperfection of the rust, the dead leaves, the random signs that a garden once lived here and that it will once again live here!

I felt as if I connected with this moment. The emerging of spring is around the corner and I know that in a few days or weeks everything will be in full bloom. The rust will be cleaned off, the lights put back correctly, everything that had tumbled over will be picked back up, and life will be springing from every corner.

But there was something simply beautiful about the remains of winter. Maybe its that feeling of death and the beginning or rebirth. I dont know. I just know that those items scattered around the yard made me feel at home. They called to me. They told me the story of a long winter and they smiled at thought of what was about to spring up.

I am bursting

I am bursting at the seams with these ideas. I have to completely settle myself and start the process of mapping....I want to say soul mapping. I am one of those individuals who has a very hard time taking the baby steps that are needed becasue I get overwhelmed. Goals overwhelm me. Dates, deadlines, commitment, I get over excited. Its not nervous but it is nervous energy and without proper channeling it is almost always lost in outer space. But maybe not. I think that some energy does come find you again. Maybe when you are more able to handle what it has to bring. I do not know. I just know that if I can sit with my ideas, make room for my ideas, create the space to move them forward, actually commit (AHHHAH I said the word) and then contiue to follow through without feeling the overwhelming alarming pressures of a finished product. I will be so at peace. I have felt my heart scream what it must do. I have felt my soul be called to who it must work with and what it must accomplish....I have no clue how to do it, when it will happen, or what it will end up as. And this is where I am having a hard time letting go. Let me be honest. The hardest part is the letting go and the opening of the soul to receive. May I do just this.....at least I feel better for putting all my energy in these words.

Perception is the individual choice to view what you see as beautiful......

Change takes place when you are willing to percieve all things as beautiful...............

Oh to love the Art

If Love is the key to surrender and art is the door to love.....Then it would seem when you unlock the door you ultimately surrender your art to love and your love to your art.......cp......