Friday, August 24, 2012

OUR SACRED SELVES

On a recent trip to Colorado, one of my Wilson hosts, Makensie, got me started on pinterest.  I must say I was a bit leery at first, since I don't like to spend much time on computer.

However, I am amazed and enthralled at each days/weeks offerings.  Today I feel like my fellow authors and painters are right here in my studio with me.  The photo of Simone de Beauvoir at Sartre's funeral and the self portrait of Pierre Bonnard....they could be me!  Not quite as good as meeting them at the corner bistro, but close, very close!

Bethony Salvon leaves me with a lovey quote, The French don't say, "I miss you," they say, "tu me manques."  "you are missing from me"!

And you are.

OUR SACRED SELVES

This week I have spent 24 hours plus drive time with my beloved eldest.  Some of the chatter from her side of the conversation I thought were repetitive.

Yesterday I mentioned that these thoughts were probably going over and over themselves inside of her head all day long.  She said,"I know Mom."  She had been journaling quite a bit lately about the book she is re-reading, on codependency.  I asked her to perhaps write these other thoughts down as well.  In my on-going, sometimes sporadic morning pages (as per Julia Cameron), when I write my rambling thoughts down, sometimes they won't come back to bite me later in the day.  She said she thought she could try that.

On awakening this morning, I realized that  the most successful journaling I do starts with writing down my questions followed by writing with my non-dominate hand for the "answers." 

Through the years I have written this dialogue with myself so often that my Higher Power and my higher self answer me so quickly that I don't even have to change hands.

I invite you to try this.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Sacred Self by Rosslyn Steele Bernard

"Befor you were born
------I knew you."
author unknown. From Mart Englebright's daily calendar/August 15, 2012


I wouldlike to say to all my beloved children how very much I still know you.  I love you so much.
Mom

Sacred Self

My hair is my veil of sorrow
My shield against the world
My anchor and my pride
And pride is sin-

I just unearthe this from my cleanup of studio.  Done decades ago.  I know now pride is not really pride but isolation.  And now I am better.