"We are not meant to be puny with frail hair and inability to leap up, inability to chase, to birth, to create a life. When women's lives are in stasis, ennui, it is always time for the wildish woman to emerge; it is time for creating function of the psyche to flood the delta."
If given the chance to truly speak your voice...truly- without judgement, without criticism from self and others, what would it sound like?
To allow your voice an authentic, unscripted freedom to truly say what you mean would be delicious. In it's most natural alignment, it may sing. It may give nothing more than sweet poetry, a holy hymn, or a heavenly sigh.
Do you speak your most pure and unfiltered voice?
It may even be slightly Shakespearean. Maybe dramatic and highly toned; a vibrational pitch if you will.
Your delicate voice matters.
It matters, because it frees your most Inner Self into precious melody.
It vibrates along with the sound of the Universe, the sound of the ocean, the rhythm of the stars.
What? Really? (you may be thinking).
Yes. Hell yes. #aBIGsoulYes
Sometimes, when I am facilitating an energy session, my voice brings through a vibration. It may be words, affirmations, chants, whispers, breath or a song that is most aligned to the soul work you are engaging with in that moment. Other times, I may ask the receiver to freely express what the voice wants to give. A wondrous teacher and dear friend taught me a beautiful and sacred art of speaking in love. It's almost as if tendrils of heartful energy flowed with each word that my lips uttered. She is a woman who knew her voice and understood the healing that could take place with a gentle song, sometimes a whisper...
A naked voice; in it's most natural state is one to behold. We nurture it by listening to the way it carries words into this existence. Allowing it to embolden you and inspire others is an act of radical worthiness. It asks you to be it, own it...remember it.
The voice is such a powerful force. It is central piece in our expressions. So, it is true when I say your voice is needed. It gives way for your inner healer to step in and share the wisdom embedded in our soul. Let's explore our unfiltered voices to recognize and remember what we are bringing to our experiences.
Come, tell me.
Speak. Sing. Whisper.
Let me hear all about it.
I want to listen to the song of your heart.
Awareness is continually re-birthing. We do some plowing through the thick and slog our way through the mud until we reach the crystal clarity.
This is intense work...agree?
When I set up to play with paint, I plan nothing. I go around rummaging through my trays and bins pulling things that say, YES, pick me! I might even try every medium I've gathered at the work table before I feel satisfied. Thank goodness for this open and free form of expression. It is a personal process of catharsis for me. It is a space were I allow a flow instead of a bucking the current. There is also a freedom in knowing that it doesn't have to look like, or be anything that is considered "good-art" by societal standards.
I proudly splash paint, glue things down and watch each layer give meaning to my experience. It's this process that brings me to new ideas; new ways of being.
Afterwards, messages or clues may appear in the painting. I may see a shape, image, etc. or I may get a string of words...sometimes poetry rushes in. In some cases, the process alone gives important and valuable information. This art-making is worth more than becoming a recognizable picture. This may lead to some deep soul work. Sometimes, I don't willingly go there. I get there by thrashing my way in with a painting I may not like at first. I have to persevere through this stage. Over time as I reflect on my messy art-work, it begins to grow on me and then I see it's medicine.
My wish for you...
Dear creative soul, dear heartful artist that enjoys watching the build up of paint on your hands...please paint for your own healing journey. I wish for you messy creative acts of blending colors and squiggling lines into whatever shape you are guided to express. Remember you are meant to express in your unique way, in whatever way. Give your new ways life. This is for you. Just paint...go.
Welcome to my Virtual Journal. Here you will find #fieldnotes of a Medial Woman. I write unabashedly imperfect, mostly short, even one-line word play. I share story. I share- first, my process. I view my life-living as a grand experiment and I am taking notes, mapping a trail by moments, stories and synchronicities.
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