Sit quietly with your creation.
hear what it might be telling you
in a new way or through a different frame of reference.
The pics in this post come from a healing&holding cloth I made about 15 years ago. Originally it was a personal healing meditation I began after I was first diagnosed with Graves Disease. Then it led an unexpected traveling offering of love kinda life to be incorporated in a total of 89 different therapeutic situations involving people such as myself, who were thrust into the world of human trafficking by their mother.
there are scary numbers of us.
that person in our life should never
and yet too often do
so i have innumerable sisters and brothers from that same Other kind of mother.
It's a particular kind of primal wounding that cuts very deep
and nearly everyone (especially women) who hears about it
reflexively judges the survivor - or otherwise tries to immediately silence us - for having the temerity to speak such an uncomfortably ugly truth straight out loud without qualm or a sense of personal shame.
so I am proud
as well as humbled
to stand for something else
about being female
and quite thoroughly broken into little pieces
from which I've reassembled something
relatively functional & loving.
just reunited with this cloth after a two month time frame of going our own way. For once I won't have to re-attach anything due to subconscious/anxious twisting when the memories got more congruent and started fusing together. In the most recent iteration of Blue Whirled's healing life - it spent some time with each of the four Dive participants who will visiting my field as & when throughout this growing season in order to participate in a 'waaaaaaay socially distanced flower essence apprenticeship of sorts.
an amazing development
and so they have been pondering all the red - that originally was placed as a counterbalance to the 'waaaaaaaaay too much Blue energy that Graves tends to embody at the pragmatic & symptomatic levels - as seeds of a Root chakra nature. They have been actively rooting their sown seeds of hope that Blue might embrace them in all the ways I know it will.
And we have zoomed a time or five
and I have learned what they see
and what rises up to be healed
and what blue means
to a half-step generation
I didn't know very well
if at all.
before this thing began
and magic was swift to follow
truest blue truth ever:
I'm so glad my tangled and carelessly scattered roots leave me open
and fully aware
of how many different things
the word Family
love travels, as i always used to say.
I personally dream of a world where it travels a lot more freely
and without quite so many certainties
about who is entitled to it
from us, specifically
and who is instead somebody else's
to be dealt with
until that better world arises
from the ashes of this one
we will just have to keep on