The Guardian

 

 

 

At every new birth there is a moment of a line between life and death.

At the beginning of any creativity, there is a moment of vulnerability.

As we move into lifting a mark-making tool, we are at the line of either giving birth and nurturing or listening to our EIW and allowing that new birth to wither. 

Tend that newness that you might be giving birth too.  Guard it.

Keep your inner sanctum of soul pure of others’ influences.  It is the diamond core of who you are… and there are those who would want it but have not found their own.  

Do not let others reside where your soul is.  Do not let others dirty that place of purity.  No one but you belongs there.

Today, I need to smudge and strengthen my resolve.  I need to withdraw from being concerned about things I have no control over and accept that life is what it is.  Last night, my brother called saying he arrived at Yuma.  His grief, of course, whacked him, as it does when we return to where our best times of our lives happened together.  He was full of memories.  And, of course, my soulmate is part of those memories.  We talked for two hours and it ended up that I had to go outside and cry.  It does not happen often now, but when it does, it is a tsunami.  Both of us agreed, there was no balm for it…just getting through it until it hits again.  It is what it is.  This is something we can not let go of and have it go.  It is a sacred space to go to and learning to honor that and accept and acknowledge it is paramount.  Grieving is not lugging.  It permeates everything about us.  Ware in charge of what we let in except that grief.  Knowing when, how, and honoring that I all we can do.  It is bittersweet but it is sacred.  Today, I accept that and guard those memories well.