THE EDGE YOU CARRY WITH YOU
What is this
beguiling reluctance
to be happy?
This quickness
in turning away
the moment
you might
arrive?
The felt sense,
that a moment's
unguarded joy
might after all,
just kill you?
You know
so very well
the edge
of darkness
you have
always
carried with you.
You know
so very well,
your childhood legacy:
that particular,
inherited
sense of hurt,
given to you
so freely
by the world
you entered.
And you know
too well
by now
the body's
hesitation
at the invitation
to undo
everything
others seemed
to want to
make you learn.
But your edge
of darkness
has always
made
its own definition
secretly
as an edge of light
and the door
you closed
might,
by its very nature
be
one just waiting
to be leant against
and opened.
And happiness
might just
be a single step away,
on the other side
of that next
unhelpful
and undeserving
thought.
Your way home,
understood now,
not as an achievement,
but as a giving up,
a blessed undoing,
an arrival
in the body
and a full rest
in the give
and take
of the breath.
This living
breathing body
always waiting
to greet you
at the door,
always
no matter
the long years
you've been
away,
still
wanting you
to come home.
-- David Whyte, from Still Possible
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Working with Bear energy. ✨🐻✨
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You know, with all the insufficient amount of soulcollage I do, I should make a card for the part of my brain that just spits up story bits.
Like, what AM I supposed to do with:
"I admit that God in heaven is everybody's God. But I am a nobleman, sir. My thrice great grandfather came to this shore with William the Conqueror. That a nobleman should bow to the same prophets - yes, I say prophets - as some savage from the inaptly named Holy Land is preposterous. Let lesser men awe at myths and superstitions from Jerusalem and Mecca. I will stoop for nothing but the witnessed truth. My God is the one God and His Prince is my Prince: Mikheil of Colchis whose miracles I have witnessed with my own eyes."
:/ Sacrifices to the gods of Ink and Pixel, I guess. I don't even have an image in my head of who's giving the speech. My brain is instantly supplying that Mikheil is a vampire posing as an angel, though, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Like, I can guess my mind is trying to slap together Orphites from my long abandoned Camael and the Stranger and the idea of Henri of Avignon, the second coming, from Harry Turtledove's In High Places. But that doesn't help much either. Why you do, brain? What you want?
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On my desk today my recent #soulcollage card. It’s exiting how my daily musing with the collages cards are a response to actual emotions and needs, but through old images from my archive, also connected to my biography. 😉🤔 #biographicalcollage #autobiography #collage #therapeuticcollage #soulcollagecard ✂️ (presso Piombino, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClMl-8mKZ0t/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected,
my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still
wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but
part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in
my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out
of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with
banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna,
not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people
in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled
in hydrogen dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown
with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws
across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of
raindrops and cougar scat.
My mud was molded with your grandmother's tears.
I was the brother
who marched you to the sea
and sold you.
I was the merchant from Savannah
and the cargo of blackness.
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings,
vast and crystal,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, dark and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently
singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth
is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung
from the same branch.
Don't pretend we do not ripen
on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't
come here to forgive.
~ Poem "Ancestry" by Fred LaMotte
No Separation - Connection to All Things
- SoulCollage by Raine © Inner Voice Art
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Treehouse Swing, Banos, Ecuador
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Using SoulCollage quite a bit lately to help with self-reflection. It’s amazing how deeply collage can mirror one’s inner experience for oneself.
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𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈, 𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋'𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀
E' tempo di dare più spazio
all'anima
più agio
più respiro
scostare la mente che vuole capire
definire
catalogare
classificare
teorizzare
giudicare
non sei stanca?
Come bucaneve che finalmente
spunta
dopo accurata gestazione
non è tempo
di accomodarsi nella luce?
Nel tepore che torna
coma primavera
che si fa pian piano
germogliare
come viene
senza sapere
solo
accogliendo
quel che sei
senza la fatica
di voler essere altro
migliore
più capace
più competente
più pronta
più matura
più saggia
più serena
più forte
più stabile
non sei stanca?
Lascia che l'anima ti faccia
che ti intrighi nei suoi fili
come pettirosso
che mai si stanca
di becchettare
anche nell’inverno rigido
la vita inizia da dentro
e mai sei abbandonata.
© beatrice trentanove
🌷 www.beatricetrentanove.com/soulcollage
🌷 www.beatricetrentanove.com/laquesabe
#crearecrearsi #anima #fareanima #soulcollage #arte #creatività #processocreativo #laquesabe
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I love when I don't read all the directions and accidentally make something better than I would have made if I had read all the directions.
This time I believe it has resulted in my first Council member Soul Collage Card.
The instructions were for making a "bodyguard" and I pretty much made my own Threshold Guardian. And then I got to the part about her power and drive being rooted in fear and realized how much yellow I had put in. Can't see it well but the last thing I did was add a yellow power ring and yeah, that's about right.
Kaeli keeps me safe but sometimes it's really about saying, hey, you don't have to protect so hardcore here right now.
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Today on my #soulcollagecard card an ambiguous little Hamster 🐹 is staring back at me. Who are you? What are your strengths? Your weaknesses? What do you need from me? How do you concern my life in this moment? I am grateful that #soulcollage is such a deep and helpful practice to cope with everyday life. 🙃🃏💙🎨🎶 (presso Piombino, Tuscany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgbbrMAKmkG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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For Art Journaling, Junk Journaling & Collage - WORD AND LETTER BUILDER - A Book To Cut Into Pieces
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Very yonic SoulCollage I made today at the mass shooting survivors retreat 🥰
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