| 2/28/06 Between the Layers of Dreaming Up between the layers of dreaming. Coming through the trying and the being, each becoming a different feeling. Yesterday, painting yellow. What is its course? Today I'll paint red with ladders and wheels, boats and sails. What is it now that makes my travel easier? Hummingbird, a potential for strength, focus and joy. Keeping rhythm with myself. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/27/06 Reach Into Joy Up in the night to center my thoughts. Quiet peace a result. Writing from a nature that knows and a presence that sees. I become less blind. I lay into the resolve and ask to dream a new way of seeing. I wake later than most days and I sit into the view I have become. I wait to feel the change in feeling and I become patient with my own process of how to reach into joy. I have begun the "hummingbird series" of work and I step into it with colors in my hands. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/25/06 Weekend Morning Snow covered view, warm inside, coffee with cream, writing. I just feel the lift of this day in the morning air, crisp, cool, and playful. Our life unfolds gratefully before us, like a wondrous quilt of patterns we have laid down in full color. Robert is on the computer writing friends, SA is in the kitchen, and SU is still snuggled in upstairs, JE is out with the dogs, and JO has already gone off to work. We all come together for morning conversation in bits and then our evening meal together, and sometimes a movie. A family of choice for over 19 years. Off to the studio for a day of knitting, painting, playing. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/24/06 Snow Frames All the Shadow Boxes Many volumes of my life unfold into this day and I open my eyes to the sweetness of snow. Falling snow, coming down like a silent magic that reaches deep into the soul and gives it solace. We live here where snow is a need, a desire, a nurturence. We live among people who dream of snow and it is a common thread that gives strength to our connection. Snow is not a small thread, it is a deep strong one that when we don't have enough of it we all grieve from the lack of its reflection. Snow ensures we all have time for our soul's reprieve and snow frames all the shadow boxes we play inside. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/23/06 Nine Morning coming closer to the feeling of what lies under the days. I move up through the layers, like a seed, and I try to open myself to the gift of this time. So many angles quickly positioning themselves for change. Foundational change creating a completely new surface to my life and how I look into it. My window changes and so does the frame. In all this our family moves with courage, faith, and confidence in what we all have waited so long for. -- Harvest 9 (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/21/06 Fairy Worlds and Play Up early, beautiful morning, moving more easily through the threads of my own weaving. Making each warp and weft a conscious choice of color and texture. I flow within the layers of my own mind and I let go of the requirement, so the rhythm can beat freely within me. I loosen my roots and free up the dirt so I can move about in my imagination. Fairy worlds and play occupy my musings. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/20/06 I Speak to the Bird-like Feeling Small moon, through a small window, life links to the thread of light. Awakening to myself, I stretch into the room I feel in this day. Motionless in its waiting, like a heron. I speak to the bird-like feeling and I become wiser to this time. Space gives way to the full, from what this feeling holds. 40 early mornings. A gift from Rumi. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/19/06 X Marks the Spot Travelling through my dreams like a vagabond, I begin to encounter a place more familiar. I rest more deeply and start to feel more rested in my sleep. I awaken more willing and what is necessary becomes what I desire. I begin once again, as I have begun many times before, to realize more deeply the wisdom of a life that listens. I treasure this truth and I look across the distance for the markers to pass through. Markers you cannot make come into place, but will assuredly, when allowed. X marks the spot in time, until you arrive. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/11/06 Sweet Room Up later than usual, cold and stiff, sadness in the layers of my feelings. Warm shower and then to draw my dream to unlayer the pattern of sadness. I sit and look at what I have drawn and my body comes into some kind of understanding. I allow it to penetrate my feelings. There is a resolution that begins beyond my reasoning, and I step into myself more grounded. Holding a position of current has been my night and I begin to let go. I move deeper into the trust and I look into the morning bright sky and see the beautiful trees, the light snow, and the sweet room I sit within. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/9/06 Led By Rhythm Sitting inside my feelings of home, I feel grace. It took me all day yesterday to return home, but finally I did. I sit now between this day and the body of work I am moving through. Time consoles me and I remember that it is my friend and companion. I slow down the world and step out, so I can come from another view. A view more blessed by nature, more focused by beauty, more led by rhythm. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/8/06 Home to the Sacred Coming home to the sacred, how often do we do it, and always there is grace. The sacred of our self, our vision, our own voice. Doubt and confusion pushing us around like a puppet. I put my hand inside the glove of myself and remember her. I remember her with my heart, I remember her with my feelings, and I remember her with my wisdom. She slips her fingers into the glove and begins to be familiar once again. No one know about my life like she does. She is my future self, who has already returned home to the sacred, and I follow. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/7/06 Pouring Colors Keeping close to where all truly is, I awaken full of color. Inside my dreams I poured color from my mind into the patterns of my body. Deep rich colors, bright brilliant colors, creamy colors, crisp colors. I awaken with a strength of pattern that I need. I have come to a time of deep reclamation and I hold within my hands the colors and lines of my life and the many lives I have been. Crayons, pencils, markers, paints and brushes, Cray pas, all the colors of my feelings. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/3/06 Space that Gives Room Black and white landscape rises with the sun. Morning moves through me easily and I feel more keenly aware. The bald limbs of winter trees speak of reaching into space. Space that gives room, space that touches another, spaces that move through the bold branches in collaboration with abundance. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/2/06 Breaking Free of the Forgetting Breaking free of the forgetting, I draw my dream and cautiously arise with a temperamental neck. As I write it begins to settle and I feel better. The grace of the day begins to move about me and I take freedom in its presence. I open to the mystery of time and I feel the view of what I seek to see. I look into the present to see who I am being and if it is true to who I am. Sometimes I feel lost from who I am, because I have not looked deep enough into who I am being. Looking deeper into the distance I begin to see more clearly who I am and become free. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 2/1/06 Deep Listening Inside the numbers of this time I dream of the magic of listening. Listening for the signal, listening for the awakening bell, listening for the quiet message of clarity. I wait inside the ear. I pause, I pour into the reaching thread. What is real and what is not. There will be a tell-tale trace and I will hear the difference. Time has not changed the thread of truth and I know when it speaks deep into my hearing. I wait inside the dream of deep listening. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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