9/30                          Reprieve Within the gentle character of my soul there is a space that gives me reprieve from the demands of the world. One must sit back in the backseat from time to time and let the new vision drive. This is the only way a new pattern easily evolves. It is so easy to follow an old line and not even realize your finger has lost touch with the new. What I do realize is that I have realized and I am following its course, as I take a reprieve in the creating of this day. Pink and blue and green and yellow and red do go together, when colors are allowed to follow their natural flow. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Reprieve" by Clarity
9/29/05                          Rising Dawn being what rises, I look into its face and I think this is a life. Rising with the dawn, sleeping with the moon. I travel in the times between, in two different worlds, but I do not completely realize how they always relate. I keep hidden from myself the experience that weaves them into a foundation that each creates for the other. Dream creates my day, my day creates my dream. My dreaming creates my world, and my world creates my dreaming. What is life truly about? Is it the dreaming or the awakening? It is so important that the sun sets. The moon rises and it sets. I ask these questions so the wisdom will rise from within like the sun and it will settle into the dark places like the moon. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Rising" by Clarity
9/25/05                         TEA Centered in the dark early hours of this morning, I gather black. Black is for room. Black is for definition. Black is what white can land upon. The light enters slowly and I'm up early to see it. I take in the early hours of quiet and write from this silence. I sip hot cream tea, which Robert has prepared and set on my desk waiting. He prepares to take what I write into his hands and put onto the computer. It is this relationship with hands, pen, ink, morning tea, and the digital world that Robert and I transcribe back and forth from. We link the mechanical to the mystical, and the mystical to the meditative, the meditative to the flow of the intuitive volume that fills our lives. Grace is our companion in the creative essence and it gives us room to sit in the Black surface of the unknown that we stand upon. Today is my 2nd son's birthday. I have four sons. Tom is the son that sits in the middle, between the worlds and grounds his life in a most balanced way. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Tea" by Clarity
9/24/05                       OYA Cool morning, fall begins the break into color slightly among the trees. Many things from the summer finally coming to completion. The painting, sanding finally done on the outside of the house. All inside the house beginning to find their new places. The new studio almost done and ready for the creative work, classes, and many days of dreaming, reading, playing, and writing. All the transition between summer and fall is beginning to complete its process. What was annual in our lives has now all almost turned over into perennial. The rooting up of annual patterns is not as hard as the digging deep enough to plant perennial roots. The strength of wood must go much deeper than the flesh of annual. I sit this morning in amazement of the amount of water this passage takes and the fight for air as has required. Water, fire and air. Oya, the Goddess of the clarity of the feminine voice, the Goddess of wind, storm, hurricane, tornado, has uprooted this time we live in and we know her name, Oya. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Oya" by Clarity
9/23/05                     Taste Space becoming the companion of my creativity. I sit in a wide view. Much more provided for between earth and sky. Tomatoes become red on green vines and I wait for the richness of their taste. Life ripens and the harvest begins. It begins first with the picking and choosing, then the handling and feeling, then the taste begins. It begins with the seeing and smelling, then the feeling and eating. To eat the rich pulp of the fruit is to realize that one has been picked and chosen and identify what the taste of one's life is. Today I will begin to taste mine. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Taste" by Clarity
9/22/05              At Last a Thread Up early once again at last, feeling like a thread of familiar cloth woven from all I am. I contain and I let go all at the same time. I fold and I bend all at the same time. I rise and I flow all at the same time. All my life becoming more perennial than I have even begun to realize. In the early spring I intended to go perennial on all levels, and I think I did not quite realize the levels of change this would require. The shift of foundation, the shift of outer face, the shift of every pattern in my life. It's so miraculous to now see and understand. What a powerful being the will is, and when it collaborates with a highest intention, it can move heaven and earth. The world is going perennial, and this I saw in January. All the disruption is for a more perennial pattern of ease and compassion, but the disruption has made it hard to realize. I settle into the Intention of this time and breathe. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"At Last a Thread" by Clarity
9/21/05               The Turn Coming through a night full of dreams, I wake up between the worlds. The day combs my hair and I braid my thoughts into a new length. I feel the underworld of my own nature rumble and I take caution to what I hear. I roll back the light and see zinnia still in full bloom. Zinnia, blue morning glory, red bean runner, all wrapped around a view of one grey picket fence. I take breath into me and allow my lungs to breathe in their essence. These are the last views of summer and I cherish their sweetness. This day opens me like a present, and it has joy with who I am. I like the turn and it likes me. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"The Turn" by Clarity
9/17/05      The Inside of Things The space of between weaves through me and I accept the hidden of this time. What is between window and door, day and night, seen and unseen is what I feel, even down to my toes. I rise early, 5am, and unfold my being into the darkness that is right before dawn. I write to myself and I ask many questions. These questions create many answers, even in just their asking. I feel the inside of things, but it is the outside I must move right now. I am putting together the detail of my outer world, so there is more room for my inner. Our new expanded studio just about all ready and the whole house has moved with it. Outer House being painted and they are almost through. The outer House has seemed to move the whole inner House, and my body now recovers from the physical, spiritual, and emotional effect it has woven through my frame. The prayer flags wave in the Garden and I know much has been heard. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Inside of Things" by Clarity
9/14/05    The Wad Unwinds Summer ends slowly, beans on the red bean runner outside my window. I open to the great unknown and the mystery fills me. I have found this is not always an easy time for me. Ambiguity, my power, but not always where my patience lies. There is much in this day that unwinds the wad and so I need to let go of the string. I'll pick up the thread and begin to weave a place for what is being revealed to me and arrive my thoughts into a place that gives company to stillness. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Wad Unwinds" by Clarity
9/12/05 Change, Transformation, & Widening Upheaval, the picture of change, transformation and widening. The depth once reached must widen for the room that becomes home. To widen the depth is to become employed in the consuming of what rises from the sides. The sides evoke a calling that metamorphoses the nature of one's life and the particular becomes more transparent. The cellular thought becomes more estranged and the particular becomes less detailed. What moves is what has not as of yet moved. So the unmovable becomes at last movable. Structure changes, the flooded opinions of past wash through you and your way is cleared. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Change, Transformation, & Widening" by Clarity
9/11/05  In Patterning Light shares space with me, zinnias, red bean runners, morning glories climb into view, and I sit at last, once again, into the writing of morning space. Colors come to me in visions and the patterns of my life begin to speak in a language I know. I open and I realize when Robert and I paint patterns, the energies flow like water, but when we move into forms that the mind and minds know there is more texture, and the texture has an opinion of its place and the flow slows. In patterning one's dream is easier when it is like water and the pattern truly is free and the pattern is true to the original feeling. The pattern has no ideas of should or must, but will and is. When the pattern is heard it is because it is evoked from the depths of desire. I remind myself to return to the pattern fluidity to regain my feeling of true identity. In this I will be able to stay fluid as the pattern of my life forms into substance. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"In Patterning" by Clarity
8/21/05 Coming Out of the Fog Coming out of the fog of illness I move into the morning with wonder and gratitude. Time slips through me and I open my mind to the change that I entered illness to receive. Illness, such a space of confusion, weariness, and enclosure. Vulnerability consumes you and focus narrows to a small world that needs much compassion. Up with the resources of this day. Moving through layers of discomfort. Keeping my focus inside relief, I begin to reclaim my spirit and reach my hand into the infinity of expression. I have not been able to touch it for two weeks and I long for the meaning. The meaning of time within a passage and what it takes to feel the way along the dark walls. There is a language of the walls that one reads with the hands like braille for the blind. One must first claim the sides and then the hands begin to read the spoken from the walls. The walls of the passage, the walls of the womb, the walls of a memory, the walls held within the structure of a geometric code. Life is not solely about being well, but it is solely about being alive. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Out of the Fog" by Clarity
8/8/05 Aristotle's Wobble Under the feeling of this day is a rolling, a rolling that moves through the very nature of relief. This unsettles the spirit and upsets the common. I feel it in my breath. The uncertain tries to know but is lost for reason. The imagination rules this time and the rational must bow to the power of round. A round world must come into its own feeling and the wobble that was created by Aristotle must finally round out and let the world roll on. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Aristotle's Wobble" from Boxes of Delight by Clarity
8/6/05 Oh, Where You'll Go Opening space for my feelings, I take time to feel my environment. Many dreams, and restless in the night. Hot summer night, but our loft room is cool this morning. The garden lays below us and we dream of dirt, trees, and flowers Many things engage the energy of the night, but I feel quite energized. I see so many things approaching, but I cannot yet feel how they will arrive. Waiting like a child for Christmas to arrive. Without my knowing, my boys used to find ways to open and re-seal their presents before Christmas. Oh where your children will take you that you would never go. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Oh, Where"  from Boxes of Delight by Clarity
8/4/05 Reality ?                                     Inside the immense of time is a very small character and all of time is clocked by this very small character called reality. The immense must thread through the very small space this very small character lives within. What a narrow view. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Reality" by Clarity
8/3/05 White Rabbit Coming into the morning, like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, I already feel late. A day that seems to have left without me begins to slow down. I feel described but not yet understood. I stand in the middle of listening and the depths unfold around me. I realize the presence of small and I focus one small moment to the need. My body relaxes and I enter my day in sinc. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"White Rabbit" from Boxes of Delight by Clarity
8/2/05 Need to Dive Restoration, the essence of awakening the spirit has become my focus. I am restoring my love for the deep touch of imagination, vision, inner integrity. The world asks one to surface way too many times, and I have done this year too many times. I have been in too much touch with a calendar, a routine, outside of my inner life, that has scattered the depths of my intention till it is hard to dive. I need more mystery, more depths, more ecstasy to live freely and truthfully. This truthfulness is the essence of my life and the core of my work, beingness, imminence. I need to free float into my work without press of never really creating work that is of investment value to the world. It is free, it is now, and it is direct. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane	"Need to Dive" from Fairie House by Clarity
8/1/05 Maine Summer Sweet rain feed the garden & I awaken into the structure of this day. I move, I fold, I bend, and the body composes the music of living inside of a rhythm in time. The house is being painted and the scaffolding frames my window. Two days of holiday integrate into our daily rhythm and the feeling is more natural. Seven hours paddling on the George River and 7 Tree Pond linger in my memories. The feel of the water, the floating, the hundreds of dragonflies, the crane, the heron, the turtles, the beavers, the rafting up and picnicking all gathered together for a feeling of time and I place it into this day, for sweetness and comfort. Summer in Maine, delicious, cool in our loft and the garden pours out her color, hummingbirds, finches, and the sweet fragrance of green. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane