Category: Art & Quilts

  • Badass Imperfect Ladies!

    When you live your life from the inside out, your feelings are engaged and alive. I most often Feel someones energies, before I See them.  The words are garbled and the intention is clear.

    As they enter my space, I know what energy they carry.

    My feelings light up…and my body responds.

    Immediately.

    Sometimes, my mind will try and convince me that what I feel isn't what I feel.  However, my body isn't a liar.  Its responses are beyond the mind. 

    My mind wants a friend.  My body recognizes the lack of respect.

    My mind wants to be part of a certain group, my body doesn't want to go.

    When I 'went out of my mind' I landed in my body, in my feelings and emotions. 

    Living from the inside ,compared to with the mind and the outside, can be at times, very lonely.

    Often I am standing alone, against many.

    I had read a short article about how woman throughout history, often used their craft or art to express themselves, when they were unable to be heard. When their voices were not included in the conversation, they spoke up in fabric, words, and needlepoint.

    I get this.

    At times, when my voice and my words are not heard, my Art holds the space.  When my emotions have no where to go, creating awaits.

    It is almost like a scream towards the close ears.

    I am depicted and thought of as the evil one. I am the outcast and the estranged.  The mental one.  

    Yet my art does not show this.  

    My energies and joy flows into shapes, colors and design.

    I understand now more than ever, this at a deeper level, why working with my hands in art was so important.

    For the words falling from my mouth landed unheard.

    Folks from my old self circles treat me like a leper.

    Like I am the one with the problem.

    And, perhaps I am.

    The truth sayers are not always welcome or appreciated.

    It is easier to shut me down, unfriend me, turn away, than it is to hear me.

    I love my art more.

    The expression it gives me.

    How it is infused with good energies.

    Like attracts like.

    Those who can't be near me are repelled in their honesty.

    Another great insight was to know that the Universe is on my side.

    I was given the gift to create wonderful strong powerful empowered joyful adventurous inspiring soulful women…and to be friends with those who look like my art.

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    Badass Imperfect Ladies!

     

     

     

  • Moksha

    I am sending a quilt out to an organization called "The Truth Be Told".  A group of women who go into prisons, who give the women prisoners a chance to write their truth.

    Empowering them to write their stories truthfully, so that they can see their journey and what choices or needs led them to commit crimes.

    It isn't about changing the story; but rather accepting their whole truths, feelings and confused minds.

    I know this exercise could be main street art.

    It could be on every corner.

    How well do you know your own truth?

    What are your subconscious needs that drive you to do what you do?

    Do you know or can you see the choices you make and why?

    How often are you moving from your center; but rather being driven by the unmet need?

    If the truth were told, would you even recognize yourself in its telling?

    Here is what I know.

    My truth was a million miles from where I was.

    I could just as easily woken up in prison instead of a cult like religion.

    I had beliefs and fears and denial that kept the truth at bay.

    My feelings and emotions were unexpressed, unfelt and I lied to keep them that way.

    The truth be told, I had no clue who I was or how I had blindly followed the patterns of my childhood.

    Can this not be true for so many?

    I also know, that when I speak of recovering my truth, my mental breakdown out of denial, others sit in awe.

    Truth living isn't the norm.

    It isn't what we do.

    While the girls in prisons are held behind bars, we who are 'free' in society are actually lost behind the lies of our lives.

    The drastic change that happened after I embraced truth, shows the distance between truth and fiction in our worlds.

    Most would like to believe, they are living their lives truthfully, that they are not dancing to the music of a subconscious unmet childhood need…but, sadly it is so well hidden, you can't even know, you don't know.  Not only that.  You have lived your whole life to get this need met, you don't even know the real you

    The real me and the unmet need that masquerade as me, were completely different.

    They are not even close.

    The unmet need I had was I was not good enough and that I had to do this or that for love.

    The Me that I discovered is completely enough; pure love and innocence.

    She dances to her own music.

    Free to feel, express and move in tune with her soul.

    The prison walls are our belief in what is not real.

    What is not true.

    We create our own prison by our unmet needs.

    The best place to be is to not need anything but our own truths.

    My truth and I are one.

    I have broken the karma of the pattern I was born into.

    Moksha!

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  • Without Permission.

    It wasn't until the end of the last blog, that I realized the significance of me returning to the little church on Pine Street.  To walk into a place that altered how I viewed myself and the world around me.

    Like the stained glass windows, its preachings colored the way I believed, thought, acted and lived.

    The little child who entered that space didn't have a chance against its teachings.

    I can look back at the young child me, and see how she blindly trusted the things she was told.  It was where she was taught to love and fear God.  Where she discovered she had a sinful body.  Where she lost her sense of self.  

    Imagine, a church that steals innocence!

    She walked in through those doors with nothing to compare their words to. She had no experience, nor the freedom to doubt. For, to doubt their words and preachings, was a sin….too.

    It is no wonder, I was brainwashed, I was too little and had no choice but to follow along.  

    The significance of shutting out TV and the "world" and its contrasting words, was the only way to keep us in the dark.  I also heard today, of how fear is a way to control people.  

    I see my young self too afraid not to follow along.

    Fear of dying in sin and going to hell.

    Fear replaced my sense of curiosity and open-mindedness.

    My world shrank to fit in that narrow minded religion.

    And, I didn't venture out until my world fell apart.

    It is hard to comprehend the magnitude of these strict religions.

    And, not so hard to see, how unmoving they all now are when anything speaks outside of that religion. Words, actions and deeds are not recognized unless they are sanctioned by the church.

    They literally will not move unless told to do so.

    OR, until they too suffer a mind-altering event, where truth shatters this mind controlling religion.  When truth shines so brightly, even the mind can't help but see beyond programmed words.

    I didn't set out to un-program my mind.

    But once I saw the colored glass of its deception, I no longer could pretend to pretend to believe.

    I am not sure I ended up with an open mind, but one that has now experienced being programmed and told what to think and how to act and who to be.

    Given that experience, I am now able to choose to be free.

    Whereas, prior to knowing I was programmed, I was too programmed to know I was programmed. If that makes sense?

    A person unaware doesn't have awareness to see themselves unaware.

    What I felt going back to the little church on Pine Street was MY BRIGHT AWARENESS.  So bright and free and open that there isn't anyone in that little church who could take it away.

    How delightful would it be if churches held each child's innocence and open mind as a thing to protect at all costs, instead of stealing both.

    I can't even be sure most churches are aware of the costs of their religions…

    What made me even more sad today, was that my little girl had nowhere to go that held her innocence as priceless.  In fact, that religion that was preached in that little church on Pine Street, equaled the actions of a dysfunctional home.

    It is no wonder to me, that they match OR that so many homes whose beginnings are formed in this church are steeped in abuse.

    Abuse is what is normal.

    No self.

    No innocence.

    No curiosity and open-mindedness.

    The feelings we were given within that little church of being sinful, unworthy and with a body full of sin, is the same way we are treated as victim of abuse.

    It is our fault.

    We somehow carry forward the shame and guilt.

    Just as the church had us feeling guilt and shame for being sinful.

    I saw that little church and how it worked hand and hand with my incest to keep me miles from myself and seeing my inherent worth.

    Both, to me, hold equal parts of my demise.

    Which is how they fell down almost simultaneously.

    It is my belief, that if you are standing tall with your natural born innocence and intrinsic value you will be repelled from religion.

     

    The circle moment, was for me to enter back into that church under my full power. Nothing could be added to make me more of who I am.  I am complete.

    It was to be complete…to go into 40 years of darkness and to find my way back to the Light.  

    As I stand outside of this cult-like religion – it is I, who is the devil's own, not the church.

    Just as I stand outside of my dysfunctional family as the evil one.

    And, I am a threat to both.

    Free spirit, love of self, sense of worth, open-mindedness, awareness, voice, choice are all threats to keeping their members in the dark and in fear and under control.

    In order for both to work and be seen as value and moral, I must be wrong.

    My experiences of my Self-Worth in both is the true witness.

    Here is my old Art which shows My Lady in her early stages…

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    I loved both of these pieces, and thought how free and flowing they were…

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    And, now my latest work in progress…

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    This says it all.  

     

     

  • Potential of who I am.

    In "Trust" by Iyanla Vanzant, there is a segment on "Owning Yourself".

    Just the idea, that we don't own ourselves seems odd.

    If we don't own ourselves, who does?

    Iyanla writes,

    "Once we understand that the voices in our heads have a significant impact on our ability to trust ourselves, it is important to set up a positive voice as your personal default. this means you must develop the habit of speaking kindly to yourself about yourself. We all know someone who consistently, perhaps even unconsciously, puts herself down. You can recognize these people as those speaking with a disclaimer.  Phrases like: "I know I'm going to say this wrong, but…." or, "I know you probably won't believe me, but…: then there's the classic: "I don't really know how to explain myself, but…" When a person begins her communication by making a disclaimer about who she is or what she is about to say, that's a pretty clear sign that self-trust is an issue for her. Disowning yourself is learned or unconscious habit that must be changed if you are to develop a healthy sense of self-trust."

    "Most of the things we do that remind us that we should not, cannot, and do not trust ourselves are unconscious habits. They grow from hidden unhealed feelings and unconscious thoughts. They may also mimic some form of what has been said to us or about us by someone we trusted. A major step toward developing self-trust is to become vigilant and conscious about whether or not the things you think and say about yourself are really accurate rather than simply what you have heard about yourself."

    "If you are a person with the habit of offering a disclaimer, a put-down, or a criticism before you speak, it is important to ask yourself, "Whose voice was that?" Identifying from whom you first hear it can be a major step toward forgiving and releasing the experience, the person, and the voice. When you cannot connect what you say about yourself to an earlier experience, you can still cancel the words as soon as you recognize them by saying, either quietly to yourself or out loud, "Delete. Delete." This releases the energy of the thoughts and the spoken words. It is also a good idea to follow up on the deleted words by replacing them with a positive spoken affirmation that will eventually override the negative programming." Iyanla

    There are many occasions that I do offer up a disclaimer.  Mostly when doing something I am not good at yet.  Instead of saying I am a beginner hiker and biker girl, I say negative things.   

    It is good to have this knowledge; for when you know better you do better.

    I understand that the voices in my head, the ones who are not speaking kindly of me came from what I experienced as a child and even in Sunday School in church, where we were taught that we were intrinsically evil beings; sinful and unworthy.

    How can you possibly have a positive dialogue running in your head when you were taught the opposite as a child?  

    In the correcting of so many untruthful sentiments about humankind and most importantly Me, I have become ostracized by many.

    For the common denominator in both the dysfunctional family and the cult-like strict religion is unworthiness and lack of owning ourselves.

    When you start to change the dialogue in your head and your actions follow; you will no longer be a part of groups whose general theme is unworthiness.

    "Feelings Matter"

    "When you grow up in an atmosphere of negligence, constant criticism, or aggressive correction, it's possible that we'll learn to fear being happy and feeling good about ourselves. Such experiences are unfamiliar. As a result, when we start to feel the energy of joy or happiness we can't trust it or allow ourselves to feel it fully. This is sometimes evident with people who cannot accept compliments for who disaffirm compliments by point out something negative to deflate the offering. Good feelings give us a sense of safety and security that can and do inspire us when we make choices and decisions. When we do not trust our good feelings, we cannot trust ourselves."  Iyanla

    Imagine.  If we do not trust our good feelings, WE CANNOT TRUST OURSELVES!

    I do believe, that it took me until I was a few years beyond 46 to find this to be true.

    I didn't know how to accept the good feelings….for I had not accepted the bad. I was bad and unconsciously expressed that.  I didn't have access to feelings of joy about myself.

    And, "good feelings give us the sense of safety and security…".  So it is no wonder that we don't feel safe and secure in dysfunctional families and/or religions that don't celebrate the pureness and wholeness of human beings.

    Imagine the voice in the church as voices in your head?  If they repeatedly speak of your unworthiness and sinfulness…there is no way it can be good for your wellbeing.

    She goes on to write.

    "Not only do our feelings matter, they are at the core of whatever we believe is the matter with us. Feelings are a fundamental means of communication that arise from our internal landscape. Feelings cannot be faked.  They are critical landmarks on your journey toward building self-confidence and self-trust. Thought patterns, emotional responses, and habitual behaviors all have their roots buried in a feeling, whether from the past or present. It is, therefore, up to us to identify and ferret out the feelings that fuel the negative ego and keep us stuck in vicious cycle of feeling victimized by life and other people."

    What struck me while reading about our feelings.  Even the feeling of 'not being good enough', is that at some point, we believed this to be true.  So true in fact, that we work really hard to become good, in someone's eyes.

    I know, for me, I was a people pleaser and I believed my worthiness came from what I did for others.  I would lose value if I wasn't doing for others.  

    I also had to work hard or tow the line to stay in the good graces of my mother.  My value rose and fell depending upon what I did and what I said.

    The only way this dance continued was if I believed she held the key to my worth.

    When, I became a sovereign nation, if you will, our relationship changed…drastically.

    I was solely owned by me.

    No religion held a part of me.

    My family no longer had strings that I would dance to.

    I was free and self owned.

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    My potential is limitless. 

    Each experience lays new ground for positive voices…and my disclaimers will change to the positive!

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    I trust that I am just tapping into the vast potential of who I am!

     

  • Speak Out Loud

    Our local chapter of NAMI wanted me to post on my Blog about the upcoming event (May 4th at 7pm) at the Portage Library to help bring awareness to Mental Health.  

    I will be doing a talk on Art Therapy and my daughter will be doing a class on Zentangle Inspired Art.   

    Some of my quilts will be on display and, there will be a shelf of books that I have found helpful, as well as a notice about My Story Line Quilts at Copper Country Mental Health.

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    Having my quilts and my story on display at the local library is a bit daunting.  Again, going public has its moments of angst.

    Mostly from the old church members and/or family.

    In order to promote mental wellness, you are saying where you are unwell.

    Imperfect

    Not right

    Displaying secrets, scars and family shame.

    Out loud

    Beautiful

    Fearlessly 

    and, in fear.

    I do this for the ones who are like me; out and aware, and struggling to find a path that honors you and brings you peace, love and joy.  To find the self that was lost in the swirl of abuse patterns.

    With my art, I am bringing to attention the darker side of life.

    The juxtaposition of my message and my art is remarkable and yet, isn't there beauty in the truth?

    I myself feel healthy and whole mentally, I know that many will not see me that way.

    The old words from long ago echo when I publicly display myself.

    Today is my mother's birthday.

    Our estrangement is my wellness.

    This is what I display.

    Daring to show the unspeakable….is, being a Badass!

    She kept quiet; what I speak out loud!

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  • Badassery is a lifestyle!

    "Loyalty isn't a virtue, neither is patience" is what a wise friend wrote to me. 

    At the same time, I was told of a woman leaving her abusive husband.  I then wondered, what would a great care package consist of, for a woman who is making a huge life change?

    As the thoughts rolled around it came to me, it would be a Welcome to being a Badass!

    This is what it takes to exit abuse.

    You will be leaving loyalty to family, church and state.

    You will be no longer interested in having patience to wait for someone to rescue you, love you, honor you, respect you.  You know, that you have been the one you were waiting for!

    You will have to be your own badass! 

    Sadly, most who strive to leave abuse will have battle their families while doing so.

    It will be multi-layered assaults and or indifference…as you struggle to free yourself from harm.

    So, what would a badass package hold?

    What would inspire hope of a better horizon ahead?

    To me, it would be knowing there is a sisterhood of women whose steps you are following, and their joy, love and peace they now reside in.

    I was sent a packet of flyers about abuse when my father was in court.

    What I would have desperately wanted were signposts of hope.

    Visions of what life had to offer on the other side.

    Perhaps the pitfalls to avoid.

    Items for self-love.

    I will ask the women of WIND, to see if we can make up totes that would give hope to women changing direction in their lives.

    A Badass Welcome!

    I had to look up the word Badassery as defined by Brene Brown.

    "Badassery : when people stand fully in their truth, or when someone falls down, gets back up and says, "Damn, That really hurt, but this is important to me and I'm going in again' – that's a badass."

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     I want to start a Badass Club; where Badassery is a lifestyle!

  • Disorder that you feel.

    So, I was refreshing my memory about what "Art Therapy's" definition was so I could quote it tonight at my speech.

    "Treatment intended to relieve or heal disorder…"

    I then, thought….I best look up disorder; so as not to mis-speak.

    And, I LOVED IT.

    "State of Confusion"

    So, Art Therapy is then to relieve the state of confusion….

    What is so appropriate, is how literally, it helps.

    For me, IT didn't change the state of confusion my life was…but it relieved me from it.

    There truly isn't enough art to be done to change the confused state of a family with a pedophile in its midst.

    What I believe therapy's goal is…is for you to find peace with the state of confusion you land in.  It cannot change the state of confusion…nor can it fix what it didn't break.

    I love that there is a state of confusion…for it truly does leave you in a state of confusion when sexual abuse happens within a family.   The two natures clash and are the cause of confusion.

    What I have found is that so many want to restore or save the family.  They want to know, when I will speak to my mother.  When I will go back to family functions…..LIKE I AM THE ONE CONFUSED.

    I had to go and see the definition for confusion.

    "Confusion is the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something."

    How remarkable!

    Wow.

    They were/are treating me, like I am bewildered or unclear about my abuse. Like the truth isn't clear to me or I am bewildered about incest.

    When I sought refuge in Art, my life was definitely in a state of confusion…wondering what was truth and what was fiction….and depending upon what the truth was….who was I?

    I LOVE that art healed my confusion.

    About Me.

    Truth

    Reality

    Love

    The gravest tragedy… is to be confused about who you are, where you come from and what is love.

    When a child experiences abuse from those she loves; it places her in a state of confusion…

    She is unclear who her parents are…

    How do you pick either a dad or a man who sexually abuses you….and further more, how do the two jell together in harmony, to make one man?

    Isn't that where the confusion starts?

    My confusion began to unravel when I saw just one.

    However, when I saw the pedophile; I was introduced to an abused self.

    This self is who I healed in art.

    Who I found through art.

    Art didn't change my reality; but it was a relief from confusion.

    Sorting out the confusion of what was what, where the real truth lay and then my response with awareness…was a very long brilliant journey of a million sorrows.  Letting go of what wasn't….and reaching toward new truths brought me out of confusion.

    Which is why I no longer play with any hint of untruth.

    It is what it is….and there lies no confusion.

    I can play with whatever truth comes my way; for I had to wrestle with the hardest ones already.  And, in the end; Truth is always kinder.

    To my mind

    body

    and 

    soul.

    Art therapy is a place to seek relief when life's confusions overwhelm you.

    It is indeed a refuge in a storm.

    I loved my art, my lady…and eventually knew that it was me.

    Truth is love and love is freedom to be you!

    The best therapy of all is Art.  

    For in Art you will discover who you are…and to me Art Therapy is anything that will relieve the disorder you feel. 

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  • An Acquired Taste!

    In the past week, I have had to pass on exercise as I listened to my body and its illness. This pause has given me great insight.

    In years past, IF I exercised it was for the body.  The shape and size…I used the activity to adjust the body.  It never lasted very long…and I lost interest of chasing a certain body shape.

    Now, I see the body as my way to adventure.  

    The body is the connector between my soul and nature.

    Its wellness will allow me to experience the planet.

    I love that my body will build up endurance that will allow me to endure long hikes.  It will eagerly follow my intentions…take me where I dare dream.

    The difference between doing things for the body….had me ignoring nature and its brilliance….both in the body and out.  My sights were too shallow and failed to see beyond a belly size.

    It has taken this down time for me to see how important it is to have a body in good health over good 'shape'….whatever that means.

    And a willing adventurous spirit leading the way.

    It isn't about the end game; the perfect size…or even the final hike.  

    Its the fullness of life.

    Just as there are certain fabrics/colors that "pop" a quilt….that is what activity is to life.

    It felt like I had become blind or that the fun part of life had gone silent.

    Often times, my snowshoe was a huffing puffing clomp in the snow….but, the sights, sounds and feelings along the way were inspiring…to see nature's Art. 

    And, the time spent with friends challenged my body and created shared experiences that grow friendships.

    I love how I trained for a hike and discovered a thirst for adventure.

    Perhaps it is an acquired taste!

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  • Art Therapy

    On March 9th at 6pm at Copper Country Mental Health Institute, I will be giving a presentation on Art Therapy.   (it is free and all are welcome)

    I was given a 'suggestion list' of what I could talk about…

    -A definition of Art Therapy, summary and purpose

    -How has Art Therapy helped you in your emotional life?

    -Your background

    -How is it different from an Art Class?

    -Why can Art and the Creative Process help one struggling with emotional issues?

    I typically arrive at the event and speak.

    I prepare nothing.

    I am not good at following a script…and feel nervous when contemplating a memorized piece…or if I am expected to follow a path of reasoning that is prepared ahead of time.

    In creating Art, there is no pattern or path to follow…and, I am sure in life as well.

    I am not sure there is a difference between doing Art and Art Therapy.

    I think the process of Art IS therapy.

    While playing with whatever art form you love, you will lose yourself in its grip. You will lose track of what in life you are struggling with. It is completely hard to hold on to the stress of life while playing with color and design and focusing on where the Art is taking you.

    I can only speak from my experience of breaking out of denial and finding that I had no clue who I was.  When my life wasn't as I thought it was; neither was I.   Art held a space for me, where I still recognize this part of me…the creative part.

    I was discovering my past and learning how I became who I was and had no idea who I would end up to be; and Art grounded me in reality when reality blew my mind.

    I also believe, that Art is done from the side of the brain where logical and thoughtful beliefs don't live.

    It was to escape my thinking mind to play.

    I also believe that my Art was showing me who I was; before I knew Me. 

    It was also showing me, I was okay long before I felt it would be possible to feel joy or love or peace again.

    It was as if my soul resided in my art…

    My breakdown was to go from living as a thinking mind person to a soul full one.

    And, my Art led the way.

    My art is done by feeling.

    I feel joy in fabrics and excitement when odd ones seem to be pleased to be near each other. The unexpected colors engaged.

    I believe I learned how to Feel through my art.

    I learned how to express joy, love and peace in fabric…and design.

    I LOVED my Lady….and one day understood that my lady was Me.

    This is what I hope to express as I speak to the NAMI group.

    I journaled and wrote and wrote and journaled to figure out how my life could have been lived for 46 in denial.  I wrote what the mind felt comfortable with and what my soul needed…learning about denial and how difficult it was to follow my soul, for its path led me away from family.

    I walked in nature and found peace with things that remained fixed…a tree was a tree always.  Unlike my experience of sexual abuse (Incest); where family turns into monsters.

    Art I would say was my future….self…by reconnecting me with my Self at the time of play.

    Often my art didn't make sense to me until months and often years later.  I didn't know what I was doing, yet I knew it was profound and specific to me.

    Art Therapy maybe is more personal.  There is a connection with each piece that holds deep meaning.  Or great emotion is sewn into the quilt.

    It was as if I literally was stitching myself back together in Art.

    The emotions of knowing you were sexually abused by a parent overwhelms the circuits we feel with.

    I remember having emotions too big for our home and I had to leave and get outside.

    It felt the universe was big enough to hold the volume of feelings that rushed and overloaded me.

    At the same time the horrific feelings were being expressed….so were joyful ones being born.  

    Art was a way for me to express joy.

    It balanced my world. Otherwise, I felt like I could get lost in the sea of bad emotions.

    I had to look up the definition of "Therapy".

    "Treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder."

    Perhaps the difference between Art and Art therapy is how you feel during and after.

    If it relieves your sense of disorder….it is Art Therapy.

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    This is one of my earlier pieces…created in 2005- "Inside Out".  It was how I was learning to live….with fearless acceptance of what is.

     

     

     

  • Soul Felt Its Worth

    "Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."  Alejandro Jodorowsky

    I have had the honor in talking to some young women, who have recently left the religion they were born in, and they shared how oddly they are now viewed.

    I am sure those still left in the cage are seeing their flight as a sickness.

    Or even that the devil has taken hold of their senses.

    They are like free birds…colorful, bright, creative, excited to do what their souls are calling to them.

    Nothing dark and devilish as the religion often preached of the space outside of its cage.

    But freedom of choice and self expression.

    Birds dancing and trying many choices the world has to offer; that the cage forbid.

    The small cage of their religion didn't allow for the innocent delights of individual creative self expression and inner connection to spirit.

    The cage was for the cage; mindless or heedless of the consequences to those who gathered there.

    I love speaking to these young women as they recognize their self worth…for them to feel the inner love and innocence.  For them to be giving their children choices and voices and to dissolve the idea of the devil outside of the cage. 

    Each young woman who gets her wings, who exits the cage; lends hope for others still inside.

    When you can hear and feel their wonder and awe at how wrong they have been taught. To hear them experience the joy and happiness of freedom…you know that freedom will be the new pattern.

    I love how brave they are.

    How they are willing to disappoint their families to hear the flapping of their wings.

    To stand up against the adults that raised them; and honor their truths.

    My greatest vision of the future is to hear the cage doors creaking open….and to hear the empowered joyful voices of the newly set free!

    Each conversation fills me with hope that the generations who are following…. will leave the cage doors open.

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    Imagine a world where each soul felt its Worth!!