Painting: Emergence – She Eats Lightning for Breakfast
I Crave the Quickening
There are days when you realize that who you were is no longer who you are. This could be a curiosity or a cause for grieving. When we wake up, sometimes there is anger at having been sleeping so long. I get it. I really do.
Most of us have felt this way on one day or another. Roll around on the ground for a while hugging your knees to your chest and wailing poetic distress if you must, then, get up! We have work to do -and- you may be late, or, perhaps right on time.
Today I am weaving with the lightning of the gatekeepers who keep the gates of my circles. Their threads are woven of the elements of course, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Ether and Shimmer My hands, no longer as quick as they once were, are eager to see just what we might have made together.
Something I have never seen before emerges as our common past threads create the fabric for the uncommon future. Something that wasn’t going to happen unless you showed up.
Yes. You. You there, the woman I saw in the darkening lamplight at the red thread café that night. That was before now, before the quest. Before all visionary visions and late night teas with my midnight muse or yours in the alchemy of soul fire. A restless one aren’t ya? Ah. Me too.
It’s been quite a journey now hasn’t it? We have been traveling forever to get here, haven’t we? There is a quickening now because of you. I can feel it moving like a storm brewing over water. Rumbling. Humbling. Humming. Stirring the deep. I sense that these gatekeepers are dangerous in the best possible way. They make me shake in my boots. Quaking to presence.
Tremble oh ye world of sleepers. The wakened women have come to rattle the windows of the soul with paintbrushes filled with gold paint and stardust. Keep Watch! Latch your doors if you desire to keep the sleep. Things will never be the same again. Those of us who have been waiting for this day will do a jig in magenta boots with magic capes of scarlet painted with poetry in a foreign tongue.
This isn’t a private party. But. There is an initiation. What’s that you say – what will be required if you attend? Well the quickening of course. You have to agree to be quickened. Which is a riddle only the initiates can ask you. Don’t ask me the passwords. I am only the weaver and the maker of the tea. I joined this circle because I crave the quickening.
Shiloh Sophia This poem was inspired by the Graduating Color of Woman Class of 2016
p.s. we are re-sharing some of our favorite poems from my poetry books
The call to stay sleep is great. To seperate ourselves from the hullabaloo. The just step out of the ‘race’.
Yet there is another call that has a stronger pulse, the quickening. The joy of open eyes. Of seeing what there is. Do you feel that?
When we realize just how ‘asleep’ we’ve been – sometimes for many years – to our own needs, desires, the very calling of our soul, we may feel anger, sadness, or even ask ‘is there still time to wake up in my life?’ It can feel like a lot of work to awaken. Or like too big of a risk. It is.
Here is something you can do:
Acknowledge the part of you that is the most hiding. Invite that part of you to tea. Give them a pen and paper and let them speak. The hidden self has the remedy to awakening that doesn’t come from logic. Awakening rises from the murky depths of mystery…and it is worth it.
This doesn’t mean you have to take it all in or take it all on. It means you get to CHOOSE what to take in and what to take on.
For us this also means taking a break as needed. Playing and resting.
Last Sunday I enjoyed an afternoon off with my love, good cowgirl wine and mythic stories. There is a quote from Dr. Martin Shaws new book, The Night Wages after the events – a writing that rouses awakening…
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Last Sunday I enjoyed an afternoon off with my love, good cowgirl wine and mythic stories. There is a quote from Dr. Martin Shaws new book, The Night Wages after the events – a writing that rouses awakening…
