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Studio Sessions: Intuitive Painting

2/9/2017

 
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"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."
​--Clarissa Pinkola Estés"

Rightful Body

6/15/2016

 
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My love for you is suspended between time and admiration.  
I'm dancing  to give you the words.
Words will come later feeding off the nectar of this rhythm.
For now, here is a sweet hush that sounds like the mist rising at dawn.
My body remembers; the movement like a fire dance.
Voiceless and fury.  
Furious and gradual.
The restless dust follows my lead,
Here, I am comfortably nameless.  No one sees my scars.  My discolored past- invisible.
These imprints are tribal marks with stories of initiation that I rightfully claim with each pounding heartbeat.
Here, I can love the only way there is to love.
Like how the rocks cradle the tide pools, giving life and home.
The bounty of my flesh has been liberated like a thousand starlings drifting together magically.
In cycles.  In secret.
My love for you is serene madness.
Sewn loosely around the edges so that everything eventually flows out
staining all who come too close.
Forever marked.  Love this dance like a vine that clings.
It is holding you.  It is with you.

The ashes of old story.

5/22/2016

 
What would happen if I decided not to write about my struggles.  How things were unfair, how people hurt me, how I would often find my self in situations or relationships where hurt happened.  

What would happen if I decided not to continue the stories?  My history unfolded over and over.  Spread across so that I can see what and how I did it wrong.  How I'll never be enough.  And how my real, slightly wounded self is the problem.  Even, how that exposed wounded-ness made others leave me.

How would it feel if I changed the story and stopped blaming myself.  I could.  I could try by refusing to take on the blame for others too. And how quick and willing I've been to take the blame or the fall just to keep the peace.

What if I just changed that story? 

I think I might even be strong enough to admit that my part in this is that I haven't quite fully grasped myself worthy.  

What would it be like if I just crossed off my list as "done" the constant need to make sure people are okay with me.  

What if I left these things out of the life script this time around.

What would it feel like if I started a new story?

A new story is emerging.  The need to be seen, accepted, "liked" are fading off into the distant past...to some place where only dust and ash remain.

That fire has burned.  I have put flame to it too many times, letting go in small handfuls because it was so damn hard to change my ways.  
No more resurrecting the fragments.  They want renewal.

Let what has been released be released for good.  

No more.  

No more.  

I am worthy.  I am worthy for this moment.  

I am worthy of this possibility.  I am worthy of so many possibilities.

And so are you.  New stories are worth your breath for life, rebirth. 
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These Angels.

5/12/2016

 
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They had great white
crisp sails for wings
these angels beside me.

They winked with gentle 
smiles
​slowly and swiftly supporting.

These angels beside me
offering their feathered arms,
asking me to lean in.

Gliding through the winds
effortlessly,
courageously.

Beside me...these angels
​with me.
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Moments from my travel to Nor. Carolina with my husband and the spiritual helpers that held me close with such comforting love and grace.  They could have been angels.  They were definitely otherworldly, sometimes showing up in human form through gestures or a soothing smile from a stranger.  They were everywhere that day.  I am grateful that I was receptive to this experience.  Magic and mystery. Imagination and essence.

Things that are changing this year

5/2/2016

 
On the first day of the year I woke up with an insatiable tug at my heart.  Everything up until this day felt old, worn, just-not-working-anymore.  All my so called "knowing", lessons learned, training and accomplishments just peered out of the mirror and had a great hearty laugh.  

This shook me.

I felt defensive.  I felt as if I knew absolutely nothing.  I was being challenged and really, what I wanted more than anything was to ignore it. I decided I wouldn't tell anyone.  I kept avoiding it and convinced myself that it wasn't important.

But one morning, I woke up and wondered if I would attempt to try and cross that creaky bridge?  Wouldn't this just go away?

I had been working at making myself someone who had been "correctly trained" or certified by a guru that I didn't even know of nor could locate.  

All this to try and find a name for myself.  I still wasn't able to pay the "big guys" in my field to certify me anyway.  I questioned if I even believed in this. 

Sadly, in reality I wrote myself out. 

I somehow adopted the belief that I wasn't worth much.  Nothing at all without someone in an assumed position granting me some sort of validation.

Serious?

I felt I needed permission, recognition, approval or somehow be okay'd into the system.

This feels very much like the last few traces of institutionalization that I am shedding.  It tells me that I don't think highly of myself.  It tells me that I don't value myself.  The big question: "am I enough" echoes through the quiet hallway of my soul.

I would never lead anyone to believe this!  This is crazy-talk!  
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I believe we ALL have a deep knowing inside of us, a unique path of wisdom that is meant to flow and frankly: pour forth.
Now, I'm going to get real with you here...time for some #realtalk.  

:::Vulnerability Alert:::

As much as I'd rather not even share this, I've realized the hunt for approval is still a not so healed wound in my life.

This is the kind of #realtalk I am committed to and this is why I decided one brisk January morning to claim 2016 as #myyearofgentlerevival.

There is much to look at here, much to sift through, this is why I am also choosing to go gentle.

Gentle Revival: allowing the soul to rise, be in it's most authentic and original form.  All knowing intact.  All wisdom collected.  Noticing all the beauty.  Gently reminding the pulse to find it's rhythm and wake up.  Awaken to the life that is already full of meaning. 
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What writers are made of

1/29/2016

 

Don't you forget it! What are you made of? I'm made of earth, smoke, ash, fire, stars, messiness, smear, worn & torn, warrior, tender, teacher, lover, believer and glitter.

A photo posted by Melissa Fernandez (@wildearthspirit) on Jan 28, 2016 at 2:26pm PST

I'm writing in my head as I go about my day.  I bet you do this too?  

Right before writing this, I was penciling these exact words on a folded legal size sheet of scratch paper that I found tucked in my "to-read" folder .  I was writing in my head.  Again.  Yet this time, I wrote it all out.

From the car, into the coffee shop...writing.  Standing in line, waiting my turn...thinking in writing.  Maybe it was more like flowing words or in-my-voice and in-my-head-writing.

Here's what I was thinking:
I was writing about my physical body as an outer shell with plentiful story.  There is much to share; like how my facial expressions say more than I want.  How my insecure body movements reveal so much or how my messy hair gives away it's secret about not being washed this morning.

An abrupt pause in my writing-flow enters as my favorite barista greets me with a cheek to cheek smile and glistening eyes.  He takes my coffee order.

"The usual", I say in mid-thought.  In mid-flow of this thinking writing.

I think this is what writers are made of.  Naming experience as it unfolds.  Reading (in their head) the story they are writing or the idea they've shape-shifted into to help bring the characters to light.  Bringing through the imaginative scenes that will form a book or a blog post for that matter.

Writers are also made of this: I'm thinking...

Blotchy ink, mesmerizing tales, real life experiences, painful periods of writers block, inspired words, chatter, eavesdropping, research, good mystery solving, inner critics that are extremely loud, bravery, openness, willingness, intensity, vulnerability, late nights, caffeine, wanna-be periods, failures, rejection, regrets, fears, dreams, spaciness, cut-out images sprawled out on vision boards, podcasts on "how to write", lined or unlined journals, napkins with penned ideas, blank pages, distraction, sloppy writing, unwashed hair,  doubt and resilience.

Most of the time, writers are thinking in writing.  Especially at first when a story is being drawn to them, like gravity and a loudness that cries to be born on paper.

I admire these brave souls.  Putting themselves on the line, naked for the sake of story, to breathe, to live and experience life.

Thinking-Writing is the same.  Getting it on paper, or computer screen is a radical creative expression.  I'm thinking, we should write and share more.  Let's show them what we're made of.  Let's be writers of our own.

#thiscreativejourney: Creative Documentation

12/29/2015

 

Purging. Notes, and random writings being organized, categorized, and properly curated. This new year, I am gifting myself a steady flow of time and space. Also, I am gifting myself an honoring approach of valuing my creative process, even the scribbles and idea lists. Some notes are asking for release and others want to stay a little longer. Allowing all to be as is and at the pace that is most natural. #thisjourneycalledlife #compassionforself

A photo posted by Melissa Fernandez (@wildearthspirit) on Dec 28, 2015 at 9:00am PST

#thiscreativejourney: Embracing Tenderness

12/13/2015

 

Today was a day of #forgiveness. We had a late start to the morning, rushing out to be on time. At the studio today: Instead of making some progress with my creative work I had to sit out a headache. In all my resistance I tried to grasp onto a resilient, push through attitude...but I know better. I fought and pushed until I realized it. Awareness flooded in and I resigned my expectations, chose #grace and forgave myself. Now, I sit here with my kids in the glow of our twinkly lights watching Family Feud and eating pizza, This is life. It's okay to have bad days. Change direction, choose grace, embrace tenderness. #practicingwhatipreach

A photo posted by Melissa Fernandez (@wildearthspirit) on Dec 2, 2015 at 5:02pm PST

A Naked Voice

9/14/2015

 
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
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Speaking in celebration of you, is the most comfortable cadence your voice flows from.

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. 

Fire and Ice

9/7/2015

 
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The soul steeps.
Keeping the best for the right moment.
Until, it matches the sun with an exhale
and burns with the fire at the core.

Being reborn
is a rhythm that is mastered with experience and patience.

The waiting is soft and light 
full of meaning.
The work is messy and daunting
full of disarray.

Out of the great pain, lives the greatest and brightest awakening.
This soul and her rising is like first breath
and the stillness on the lake's watery surface.

and at the same time...

Coming into, returning from.
with a grip that holds power to take back,
to throw white daisy petals into the iced over water and 
create waves.

Wake up little soul, wake up.
You are emerging...
again.
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