Inspired by a Liberated Lines Flash offered generously by Alisha Sommer and Robin Sandomirsky. So excited to open my writing for my heart again.
What sparks me::A quick and dirty list of some of the things
- His babbles
- Her smiles
- His strong embrace.
- The way the sunlight hits the trees of our fairy forest, lighting it up, yet never quite reaching me.
- The crispness of the cool air as it sneaks in through the cracks of our door
- Her sneaking in to quietly give me a kiss
- The smile that is spreading across my face
- Women gathering, circling. Sometimes with me guiding, sometimes not. Together, finding our power, our selves.
- flashing lights that mark the passing of each second
- quotes in books that make me scream YES! and want to share them with the entire world
- moving beyond
- magazine clippings waiting patiently to be assembled on the board, to give birth to the program to come
- notices in my inbox, reminding me to keep following my soul, my intuition
- coffee. because, well coffee.
- a new mug, just for me, found by me. all mine.
- cake. because, well cake.
- the whispering of our creek in the fall.
- crunching in piles of leaves
- a table filled with food, surrounded by those I love
- gathering. always gathering.
- sharing secrets in the dark, under the warmest of covers, only her and I, sharing our souls, letting ourselves be seen in the darkness
- a card to cheer me up
- slow cookers
- quiet slow mornings where I come into myself as they sleep.
- warm water beating down on my skin, reminding me to feel, to sense, to notice
- walls filled with her art, given to us.
- walls filled with my art, allowing myself to be seen.
- walls filled with his art, reminding me of reason #1,345,094, 452 why I love him
- unexpected packages on our doorstep
- unexpected texts on my phone
- shelves filled with over loved books, covers soft, corners tattered
- yellow
- blue
- pink
- red.
- fire, hot, burning
- fire, warm, comforting
- ice, cold, burning
- ice, cool, refreshing
- the city, with its magic, its energy, always calling to me
- the grass, my toes digging in
- mud, earth, connecting to the dirt and dust and water from whence we came
- cozy beds, with so many pillows, so many blankets, so many arms and legs tangled up in each other
- space, open
- breath. always.
- questioning
- questing
- seeking
- finding
- all the things
- wise women, clearing paths before me
- clearing my own path
- the hum of the heater as I feel the cold leave my bones
- stillness
- twinkling lights, a rainbow on my wall
- sand, warm on my skin
- boots. The boots. Those boots.
- laundry baskets filled with clean clothes, waiting to worn again
- grief, raw, real, reminding us our humanity, our utter lack of control
- surrender
- shedding skin, each layer coming through in its own time, and then, quietly disappearing, becoming dust
- fairy tales, rewritten, giving power where power belongs
- myths, exposed, released
- Christmas trees and wreathes with beautiful baubles, sparkling, bring memories of what never really was, but yet is deeply felt in my core
- creating the life I want, I dreamed of, I never thought possible
- knowing myself
- others who know themselves
- talking, whispering, screaming, of the evolution of who we are and were and will be
- letting go
- holding tight
- being blinded by the sheer beauty of it all
- tears of joy, of disbelief
- holding hands, her hands, his hands, infant hands, adult hands
- body wracking sobs
- loud, spontaneous laughter
- earthquakes, reminding us that even our planet can’t stay still, must move and reform and reshape
- words… always words.
- Wonder Woman, Jean Gray, Rogue, Black Canary, Black Widow, Bionic Woman.
- My Cher Barbie doll, long lost
- lotus
- Om
- yoga, stretching muscles, opening hearts, allowing
- glitter. because, glitter.
- baby hands grabbing at necklaces, tasting them.
- exploring with my hands, my own mouth
- fingers dancing across the keyboard
- Circles of women. Not binders.
- ink on skin, permanent and not
- long hair. short hair. red hair. purple hair.
- forgiveness, and the breath that comes with it
- warrior women, not always amazons
- hearts
- their smiles.
- open doors, inviting me in, for no reason
- those who give comfort. always.
- Mamas, dead and living
- My tribes. All of them. Each of them.
- allowing every person to have so many sides
- allowing myself to not love them all, but still acknowledge and accept them all
- me. because, me.
- (more to come…)