| 1/31/06 Breathe Opening my morning with the equation of change, I fall open to the flow of trust. I ask for wings. Today the feelings of life come close to my heart and I accept what needs to pray. I fold into the sacred I implore for wisdom, and I listen for the thread of truth, the pulse that is real. I breathe into my hands and grasp the red thread and write. I write for the wisdom, I write for the silence, I write for the breath, I write for the words that guide. I ride the waves of my feelings, like the breath rides the contractions of birth. I know this well. I do nothing but breathe. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/27/06 Is A Key In the center of one's dreams is a key and the key gives understanding to its travel. If I cannot remember a whole dream, I will ask for and remember the key. From this I can open the door to the understanding for what is needed in my life. This morning from that key I drew the deep journey of my dream I did not remember. This is where truth lies and the deepest wisdom that guides us all. Fragments of a dream surface, but these are not the wholeness of the dream, because they are only what catches in the feeling. I draw the essence of the journey that goes even deeper than what I know and feel. It is where I fully understand. As I draw, my body relaxes and I begin to recognize the truth of what I need to know. My space expands and I float free of the caught. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/25/06 Mystical World I look through the window of my voice and I see a snow laden valley with many mountains like a mystical world of deep silence. The Silence so deep you can hear the snow fall onto the earth, In this I travel deep into the earth and the fire is surrounded by the ice. Fire and ice awakens this time and the alchemy of their partnership creates what I walk between. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/24/06 Remembering Grace Forward moves the day even before I rise. I look into the face of the Green Tara and I feel surrounded by the feminine divine. I desire to go deeply into what is now present and I fold over my own needs. The sacred takes me in her arms and I feel cradled. Cradled by the familiar that gives beyond my own memory or understanding. There is a memory I have that seems more familiar than this life I now live, and in this memory this life I now live seems more familiar than ever before. Remembering grace. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/22/06 I Know it is Ready Up early, between realization and confusion. As each layer of my consciousness settles into itself, the confusion lifts and I embark more deeply on a journey of realization. I begin to write a new body of work that I have waited for a long time to emerge. When one answer comes to a thousand questions I know it is ready. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/21/06 Being in the Beginning Morning, a way of being in the beginning. Space, where one is in the beginning. I look into mystery of this time and I know that many will change. The mystery of being and the space of becoming is all in the beginning. A willingness is in this timing, and I begin to understand why I awaken each day instead of sleeping into eternity. I love the beginning of things. I love the start. From loving the start I survive the middle. I endeavor each day to know it more, till I get to the end, which I love like the beginning. I fall into the end and surrender to its doneness and in this I regather my energy and reclaim its intensity, so I can begin again. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/18/06 Colors Begin to Feel Up within the deep cold of winter that now surrounds us. We have come to love the winters here and the crisp cold air of the star lit nights. Coming through the farthest reaches of a journey creates a need for cold as the heat of passage begins to subside. I love the internal mark the journey makes, but the price of the heat is a bit overwhelming at times. Today I feel a shift in circumference and the colors of all the past pour onto my palette for wisdom. I shake loose the black and begin to feel the mix of light and dark, as the colors begin to feel a place in this world. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/17/06 DreamTime Oracle of Compassion Keeping my force of will open to the changes in my life, I yield to the present. I begin to write the DreamTime Oracle for our family. Slept well last night. A DreamTime oracle to help enter the dreamtime. We have the Kuan Yin Oracle of Compassion to enter our day and we read it together each morning, as we sit together in the early morning. I wrote it 12 years ago and Robert & I painted an oracle table with many sculpted figures we all move, as we need words of compassion for the depth of our journey. Now the DreamTime Oracle begins to move in our life to support the compassion of our dream time travel. These oracles come and gift our lives. The Oracle of Compassion came in the middle of the night, and I woke up and wrote and drew what I saw and heard. Now the DreamTime Oracle comes in the day. Life is such a wondrous timing. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/16/06 Finding Relevance Under the covers, under the words, under the expected is what releases the hold of the world's many voices. I rise in order to come upright with my own realization. I fold into the cold temperature of winter and thank the trees for their bare branches, their exposed bark, their long reaching fingers that allow the sky to move through with more light. I rise between the push of what is not and the hand of what truly is. I come forward with a nurtured voice that rambles between the layers of morning finding relevance in what has been left behind, and like Raven, I find nurturence in what has already been eaten upon. "When I write these things, sometimes I don't feel big enough to know them, then later I feel the flesh of them and the vastness of their words." ~Raven Su.Sane, from "A Language to Reach For". (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/15/06 Becoming Early morning grace enfolds me as I look into the winter motion of rain and sleet. The time between fire and ice. The time between knowing and feeling, the time between the daily and the sacred. A small window of opportunity to see the magic of alchemy, shift, transformation. To see behind the scenes, slow motion. Nothing is "just is'. There is the magic of what becomes and its becoming. I feel I am living in the slow motion of this if I just take time to see it. I look through this window and I slow down everything to see the motion of becoming. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/14/06 Circular Voices Circular voices surround me and I move through the early morning hours of this day with a circumference of sound that strengthens my core. Trusting my voice, trusting my ways, trusting my guiding hand is a journey of courage for me, as we take all we know and feel into the teaching studio. The rhythm, the passage, the character of relationship with the creative self digs deeply into our minds and Robert & I let go and dive into the play of scissor, paint, and the deep mystery. Today is our first open house for the teaching studio. We created muses yesterday in our class and their many voices and faces filled the time. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/13/06 Opening Space Opening space for the needs of this time, I move under the shift of my feet. I give time to what has not had time. I believe in the fierce reverence of what I feel and know. I complain no more about the fire, because I know the heat is immeasurable only when I don't feel all I feel. I push forward through the terror of my own intensity and find the clear space of acceptance. I imprint the world with who I am deeper than what it has imprinted me with who I am not. Life comes into a brilliance I am just beginning to know and I feel the radiance of what it releases. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/11/06 The Morning Embraces The morning embraces my limbs and I awaken like a tree well rooted after days of feeling dug up. I am newly planted and reach into the cold soil for moisture. I listen and breathe in the winter's tale of many seasons that fill my heart with a love for Maine. The many voices that speak here are well enamoured with their individuality. The opinions are strong and well heated and the centering of one's thought is essential. The child in me is timid and a little afraid, but the woman is well rooted and she picks her up, makes safe her sweet young ways. I feel young and old at the same time and I relish this diversity. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/9/06 Inside the Feeling Inside the feeling of this day is the sacred and how it faithfully guides my life. Sitting inside the words that flow from my soul, i pour into the page. I ask for acceptance and the wisdom that comes fills me with courage, understanding, mystery, and a deeper feeling of who I am to be in this world. I am naked in the mystery of acceptance and I hold the threads of the fibers of my listening in my hands, as I weave the garment of my own integrity with myself. Kuan Yin, the Green Tara sits before me and guides my hand. Om Tare Tuttare Ture Svaha (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/8/06 The Deepest Feeling The deepest feeling in life is acceptance, because the depth of what is can be given. In this we take a quantum leap. The intuitive life gives room for this acceptance and each day becomes very whale-like, the great depths for nurturence surfacing like a pulse for air. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/7/06 Up Within the Layers Up within the layers of dark, before the light pushes through the impenetrable night. The feeling of comfort comes from the familiarity that I have come to have with this early time of morning. The house is quiet, except for Robert & I. The sweetness of everyone still dreaming and the gentle movement of our morning pace, as we begin to sit into this day. Teaching Robert to knit, writing in morning space, and asking for insight into this time is all part of this early morning. Watching him drop stitches, add stitches, bend into a small piece of weave, is like remembering what a sweet little boy he was. This day embodies hope and I feel the lift of its corners as it begins to smile. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/6/06 Epiphany Awake early, moving within the rhythm of this day. Epiphany; day of bless the doors of our home. Bells ring, small gifts of wisdom arrive, and I stretch my feelings across a canvas of the year. I reach into the future to ease my way into the spacial scape of what a year expands within a dream. Like a wise woman, I follow the thread of my hand, as it reaches into the full color of weave. I map my way through the uncharted and I draw into myself the deep connection that abides within me. I awaken my will to the tip of my intention and I look across the full directory of reason that gives this world a purpose. I begin my life once again as I do each day and know that the thread reaches to the next stitch, so there is enough. Enough time, enough love, enough creativity, enough fluidity, enough knowing of my way. My life makes me rich. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/3/06 Tuesday Silence creeps around my head and I fold into its fusion with my space. I made space for it in this day. The scared calls for time and I will stop, feel, and listen before I decide anything today. I feel a thunder under the feeling of the silence. Little by little I will begin, little by little I will enter, and little by little I will move. Move slowly, move gracefully, move intentionally, moving great volumes slowly, so as not to strain the feeling of timing. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 1/2/06 Up Early Up early, but snuggled in to feel the sweet texture of this new year. Cold in the loft, but warm in the covers. We can endure a cold life if we can keep warm and nurtured by our own heat. We are like little furnaces walking about keeping the world warm. We just need to learn to utilize and create with our own heat and maybe that is what life is really all about. I am beginning to think our own breath creates the rain. There is so much condensation on our space blankets that we could be the morning dew. It feels so organic in our barn loft tent that I feel as if I'm in a rain forest in the arctic. I think today together we can begin to heat this cold world. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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