| 11/27/05 Red Thread Written inside the space I share each morning is the word trust. Trust the words, trust the expression, trust the depth of meaning. I write what comes, I write what gives potential to my day and trust it will bring potential to others. I come to this morning still between, and I awaken to my internal muse. I look through the layers of this time and I see red thread curled in a spiral and it leads to the day. I follow the red thread, because it knows where it is going and it has no time for doubt. It moves on into the day and does not linger at the door. It knows what it is looking for and is not confused by the choices. Each day I connect myself to this red thread and begin. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/26/05 Rent Space Up with the excitement of small children, Robert & I crawl out of our crinkly cereal box tent and feel the nip of December crossing over November. The winter under wreaths the fall leaves and the cover of ice begins to make a crystal palace of memories for all life underground. Life underground begins to rumble with winter excitement of the thought of more time, more snuggling in, more interior creating. We rent space from Old Man Winter for our interior world and a place for the Goddess to conceive. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/24/05 Fairy Wings Magic floats through the morning air, a soft layer of first snow rests on the earth, like fine powdered sugar. The fairy wings of the season have begun to touch us in a most child-like way and I feel the wonder of this time begin to enter my mind. The entry seems more real this year and I wait for the little girl to sit inside my flesh. She is there in a way I don't think I have ever felt before. She looks for magic miracles and the divine in a way that the mystery of life is in all she feels. I am grateful today that I have been given the courage to know she is real. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/23/05 Middle of Things Up in the middle of things, feeling as if my interior world is merging with this day. I sit and write and it is as if it is in the middle of the day, not morning. I have begun to be within time in a perspective way and this means that time does not exist except in perspective, and I don't quite feel accustomed to this yet. It does though seem very freeing, if only for moments. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/22/05 What Waters Our Lives What waters ours lives is what nourishes our roots and I feel the moisture at the foot of this day. Moisture of allowance, moisture of dreaming, moisture of hearing. Up in night restless, so I write to feel more of my dream in my dreaming and so does Robert. A peace comes over the restlessness and Robert and I both read what we write to each other. There is a solidity that enters what we stand upon and we feel able to once again sleep. We dream, we sleep, we wake up refreshed. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/21/05 Unrolled is the Feeling Unrolled is the feeling of this day. To be the scribe of one's unrolled life script is to be intuited. I have found that the intuition is the root of the instinctual and the instinctual is what can see in the dark, smell the most subtle and vision from very high above. The mind alone cannot fathom the depths, but partnered with the intuitional it can have a foundation that surpasses most limits, and when the limits are too great, the mind must even let go and follow the intuited through the dark, so that it is not blind. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/19/05 Time Crisp morning air. Gradually adjusting to the increasing cold temperature in the loft. Inside the circle of time there is a center of forgiveness. I feel I am beginning to enter this center. It is the core of the absolute peace, but I have not been able to be within its sphere. I am beginning to feel what it is more clearly and there is a humor in its reality. Time is still, it is us who are running around it. Time never really changes, we just make up that it has, so we can feel that we exist. We exist like time still, but we just don't know it. So you can't run out of time, but it can pour out of you, if you don't learn how to hold it. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/18/05 Rising Horses Up with the layers of colors in my dreams, horses rising from the sand and Hathor, the Goddess of nurturence, buried deep within the garden plan. I watch red tail hawk move across the early pink morning sky. I remember hawk is always a signal, a key bearer for our lives. Magic is afoot, but I did not know it was coming. How nice to be told by the presence of hawk. Today I will blend my life into this morning feeling and see what rising horses bring. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/17/05 Emergence Up early, more energy, much courage and focus needed at this time. When one dreams a dream, only part is known and only part can be blocked, because the part unknown is protected. The unknown wraps around the dream, like a shield, and keeps it safe until we're ready. So the dream must never be let go of, even if at times it seems to disappear. It has only gone into the womb to grow and be fed. Then it births from the time within given. Dreams often do not look exactly like what we thought they would, like children they have their own persona. Our dream has often surprised us and even as close as Robert & I are, we carry different parts and also the same. Today we will dream together and talk of the child that has begun to emerge. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/16/05 I Step Into the Float Up within the hope that change gives, I sit to feel the Character of what door now opens. In the expanding of one's life there are many doors and windows, some are familiar and some are not. This door feels large and the entrance is guarded by dogs. Dogs are for loyalty and they are the companions to our own commitment. I step up to the entrance and turn the knob that is covered with moss, and the warmth of its turn fills me with ease. I'm aware I must keep looking forward and not turn back in a questioning way. A day looking ahead and listening to my own voice is what fills my mind and I walk through into a room that is filled with water, and a boat awaits. I step into the float and realize this is the feeling of this day. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/14/05 More Intact The day unfolds, the night wraps away its deep black and the season opens me. I flow into this day like a mist. I become silky in my feelings and I slip through the weave of my life, and the colors mix inside of me. I know more of the pattern of this time, and the deep mystery inside of me begins to fill my mind. I feel more intact. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/11/05 Winter Mornings Beautiful sunrise, I sit in the warmth of my writing space and fold my body into my words. The words wrap around me like a blanket of familiarity and assurance. Insight comes from asking and I wait in silence for the emergence of realization. The spreading of morning light across my desk is a sweet nurturence. I love winter mornings, winter light, bare trees, all is so skeletal and there is much truth in the bare bones of life. The winter is such an oracle for my inner life. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/10/05 Ask For a Ladder Restless aching night, lifted things taller than me, 5' 1 1/2". Barn has begun to do its winter tilt. Moved to other end of bed. Up with the turn of time and loving early morning quiet. Working intuitively with children and adults in classes, but so inside the class and the hearing, that we are making it up as we move, and it is a bit unnerving. As it all unfolds we find the exact beauty and wisdom of it. It is so organic that i feel a bit unpotted by it. I would not change the magic of this one bit, but this does feel very tall. I will ask for a ladder. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/9/05 Tent Travelling Beautiful sunrise. Winter light now begins to fill the house. Temperature down to 28 degrees, but slept cozy and warm in our cereal box tent in the loft. Much crinkling and crunching as we shifted in our dreams, but we were warm as toast. These space blankets are amazing. They are silver on the outside, but once under them, if a light is on, you can see straight through them. It is kind of like Harry potter's invisibility cloak. You get a sense of seeing the world, but it can't see you, and this is quite magical and very reminiscent of our childhood. Life inside a tent is quite different from life inside only a room. The pyramid shape of a tent keeps one travelling, even in a loft. There is an alchemy that enhances the creative life. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/8/05 Dreaming Morning comes and I awaken from a very initiatory dream. Always a bit of silliness that i take most seriously in the process of the dream. Dreaming a life awake is most fun, but often though laborious. The garden flows into nakedness and the exposure of life as art is the same. To have people come into your studio is like having people walk inside your heart, your inner most thoughts, your dreams and secrets. Nakedness is the feeling and they are fully clothed, except every now and then a kindred spirit will walk in and become as naked as you and there will be no shame in the Garden of Eatten. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/5/05 Wrinkled The day folds over me and I feel a bit wrinkled. I'm not quite sure if this is not a result of where I have been in my dreams or how I came back in. The time that now flows through me is becoming easier to allow and the feeling of upright is more than upside down. The rotations in my life keep my heart allowing, my mind open, and my spirit present. Realizing I must write my art work today, I move to the answers that my creative companion can share with me, and the relief of not being alone inside, runs through me. Raven, my creative companion, will give my wrinkles room to stretch out. --Grace. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/4/05 A Way of Seeing Coming closer to the quickened breath, I take in the departure of time. I look slowly into the wholeness of being inside the depth of feeling. I come to the swift diffused gesture of patience and try to see what it is that now comes into view. A window of one's own is a way of seeing that has little to do with what is seen. It is how it is seen and given voice. This is where one's power is. This power is from the will and what makes the intention clear. It is the subtle that rolls under the windowsill and creates the disposition of impression. Today I want to know this power more fully. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/3/05 Awake Early Awake early, sitting in the space of waking up. Staying connected to the dreamworld without moving any interpretation in the mind. Allowing the feeling to reach me and the presence of myself to contour around me. I awaken the void and approach the unknown with my hands held out to the impossible. What a small child it is, quiet, waiting to be placed in the womb of potential. The sacred of hope wraps around it and the cocooning of belief begins. The heat of belief warms the child and the magic of possible begins to grow into imagination. I imagine this day. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 11/1/05 Wonderful Halloween Night of Fire and Stars Up early listening for fairies. The garden begins to go inward and the last remains of color lay close to the floor. Nature calls herself underground and I begin to feel the shift to the inner comforts of a winter in Maine. Sore somewhat from working in the garden all day yesterday. Getting the garden ready for her winter's sleep. Squatting, bending, reaching, and crawling, all part of the bedtime ritual of late fall. Old doors used for new floor of green house, part of garden wall replaced with red picket fence, dishes, pottery, and sculptures, washed, all brought into Garden room for winter's keeping. Soon we will be ready for more time in our new studio.-- JOY. (c) 2005 Raven Su.Sane |
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