Soul Lessons: Clear Water - Nourishing the Creative Life
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Singing Over the Bones The Howl Who is Wild Woman? Stalking the Intruder Nosing Out the Facts: Intuition The Mate: Union with the Other Skeleton Woman Finding One's Pack The Wild Flesh Self Preservation: The Red Shoes Homing: Returning to One's Self Clear Water: Creativity Heat: Retrieving a Sacred Sexuality Rage and Forgiveness Battle Scars; Membership in the Scar Clan The Handless Maiden Shadowing
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For me, I think it comes from all of the above. The thought can germinate for years before coming to fruition for me... Sometimes I don't think I was born with a creative bone in my body! But when I'm by myself, I will sing long and loud! Can you think of a time when someone else's creativity fed you? Oh continuously, every time I hear a piece of music that speaks to me, I am fed. How do you express your creative life? I wish you could see me just now. an old dress no shoes glasses on my nose .WWRWW in French , the same in English and I try to find the pages and read once, twice to put it in my English head, she gets on well with the French one... and i work and work on my blog...a completely new way of creating things, tiny characters in a tiny country... For me, it's sewing, crafts and baking like my both of my Grandma's and my mom. so do i . i love it. and mending too. pink wool for a blue sock...a dream.i do believe in creating one's life in any tiny gestures. you make things like you make love...and it's beauty comming to life and you take your place in the column i once dreamt i was telling stories and felt someone patting my foot in encouragement.i looked down and saw i was standing on the shouldres of an old woman who was steadying my ankles and smiling up at me. I said to her, No, no, come stand on my shoulders for you are old and i am young. no no she insisted, this is the way it is supposed to be. i saw that she stood on the shoulders of... I believe the old dream-woman about the way it was supposed to be. the nurture for telling stories comes from the mights and endowments of my people who have gone before me....in my experience the telling moment of the story draws its power from a towering column of humanity joined one to the other across time and space, elaborately dressed in the rags and robes oe nakedness of their time, and filled to the bursting with life still being lived...if there is a single source of story and the numen of story, this long chain of humans is it. when i first read the book that paragraph really struck me...it's true for telling stories, and for every day life...we are sisters...whenever, wherever we come from....and the knowledge of one gives knowledge to another...and every minute in life when you peel a potatoe or nurse a child you join the column in space and time... and that's wonderful really wonderful and it fills me with happiness..
We do this here in the den. One woman tells her story and several of us are experiencing something similar and can take her story, her expierence and learn from it. "They are excited by the idea, aroused by the possibilities, impassioned by the very thought, and at that point, like the great river, they are meant to flow outward and continuously on their own unparalleled creative path." OH it's a giddy feeling for me when I have something stirring in my brain and see it come out the way I wanted it to!! My achilies heel is organization! That has stopped me more than once from doing something brewing my head. And I poisoned the river. I get an idea and then I hear my mom or my uncle Mike in my head telling me its stupid or I would never finish it so why start.
... this is my father saying "you just don't have that stick-to-it-iveness"..... |
"...the tale is instrumental in teaching a woman what not to do, and how to back out of poor choices in order to lessen negative impact. Generally, by taking the opposite psychological tack to that chosen by the protagonist in the tale, we can learn to tide the swell instead of drown in it."