| 3/31/06 Play As They Did Within the time, within the space, within the allowing, I sit conscious of the edge. I dangle my legs over. I ask for wings, I wait for the lift of air. I dream in the night of little worlds with little girls all sitting at a long table all playing, sharing and leaning into them. Completely absorbed in the magic and I am so happy, because I have succeeded in creating each one. The day full of decisions, what little worlds to save and which to I take apart and release? Hope being the breath of wings. I lean into this day like a world, and wish to play as they did. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/30/06 I Am Weaving I open, I reveal, I close. To be inside the essence of time is to be real in this world. What do these words mean? I am on a journey, just like you, to understand. I have leaned, for me, they are true, and my whole self reaches to find their meaning. To understand the essence of one's time is to be in touch with the meaning of your life. I reach for the language that puts me in touch with this meaning, so each day I can find the thread of the tapestry I am weaving, and a bigger picture of this world can weave within me. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/29/06 A Place We Begin Morning, a place we begin, what a miracle it is. Each day we are renewed into a new feeling. What a plan, to have the body lay to rest with the earth to be renewed, and each day rise into a new will. Each day, a completion. To resolve, to wait, to gain time. A rhythm, pace, allowing. Last night I was exhausted, this morning I am renewed. A new spread, a new answer, a new perspective. Gaia, a matriarchal rhythm, a womb, a breast, a mother's way. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/28/06 Tools In Hand More information than one needs, I awaken and start my day with a meditation. Life seems to think it knows so much about how a body should live, but it only knows what it has always known, and nothing new is allowed easily to come into its time. To awaken to the speed of one's potential is to awaken all that resists the motion of a new day, but I do feel we don't awaken to our full potential without the tools to succeed. They are near, we just have to trust in their presence and begin to use them, as if they are already in our hands. I ask for the tools to be placed in my hands this day, and I begin with courage and let go of the empty. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/27/06 My Imaginative World Ready Up between the layers of thought that generate my stamina. I take into myself my own deep feminine nature and I ask her to guide me to my own wisdom. To have wisdom is rare, but to have one's own wisdom is truly rare. To have a truly rare gift of one's own wisdom is what makes the journey felt real. I open to this day like a small girl child with her hand open. My pigtails still in place and my imaginative world ready. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/24/06 To Live Within time we travel, but it is only outside of time do we live. The sacred within each of us is what truly lives and the sacred of life comes from its vision. Outside our dramas are the truly wonderful powers; the power to be solid, the power to imagine, the power to resolve, the power to become aware. Within the power is the reclamation of what a body is for. A body is for love, touch, understanding, expression, and immense pleasure. When we are inside of these we are outside of time and we are living instead of dying. These are the first thoughts of this day and I will take them in deeply, in order to understand, and sit outside of time a little more today. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/23/06 Trust Moving through the opening that this deep gives, I sit to feel the stretch of reach I need. The heyoka, who is a warrior of the Native American tradition, who goes into battle backward on his horse, with a broken lance, knowing that the Great Spirit will protect him, is what comes to mind. This is the kind of trust we all need today, as we pack our house, even before the new house has closed. We'll speak white today, the language of unicorns and magic, as we reach through the overwhelm and discouragement, with our hope of New Day. This is the kind of trust that has always been required every big move we have made in the last 18 years as an extended family. We should know this pattern well and be experts, but alas, we still get afraid, but we'll trust and move on through, our perseverance is always rewarded, Trust, it is a word with an immense imagination. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/22/06 Dream Upon Dream Up between the layers of dreams upon dreams upon dreams. I feel like the Arabian Nights with 1,000 stories in one night. Is it from all the volumes of books I have touched and packed this week? The only thing I didn't do in my dreams is cook. I'll probably cook up a storm tonight. What is this day about? I feel ready, but there is a vague film over it that I don't quite understand. It is like the retrograde is beginning to peel away its effect in time and the language of the time. Some clarity is beginning to pierce through its effect. Equinox, a time to begin listening to the new Garden Plan. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/21/06 Take Time Morning, a place to begin. I reach under this day and ask for grace and ease. I feel the lift of this time, but also its immeasurable need, and I dig deep down into the earth to find my own rhythm. I go deep into the ocean of my mind and I feel the clarity of what I have decided. I will nurture my dreams today even if I am pressed to be afraid. I will take time to listen, to feel, and to allow my dream more room than is allowed. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/20/06 To Listen Words coming through the passage of time, words of discovery, words of comfort, words of deep mystery. The clarity of my life consumed by listening. To listen is to hear many layers deep. To see what is under the happenings of daily matters. To listen is to feel the fibers rustle in the core of Gaia. To listen is to know the rhythm that beats in harmony with all life. To listen is to allow the oneness of all life to grasp you and hold you in one sound. This is not prayer, it is living in reality. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/10/06 The Boat that Wraps Around Us Coming swifter to the feeling of compassion for my own passage, I awaken to the day that gives me more room. I begin to take up space between two places and feel the reach into another room. A new window of one's own, while still looking through this one. Initiation, a time where one foot is in one place and the other foot in another place, that is still space. To manifest in one's life a dream is to be willing to ask for more. Under the rumble of life from beneath my frame, I begin to allow the new structure to support me, even if I cannot see it yet. Our family, intact, we get in together the boat that wraps around us to help us stay safe in a Pician sea of change. (c) Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/18/06 Filled With Acceptance Filled with acceptance, the morning rises within me. Birch trees glow in the winter light, and I begin to feel the stirrings of spring. The days are longer and the light earlier, and my body feels a new rhythm. I turn the key of potential and I reach into the sound of trust, and move about till I can pick up my day and turn it over and over in my hand, and I become confident in what I do know. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/16/06 Feelings of Reaching Daniel leaves today, up early, blue sky, his sweet ways I will miss having close. Homemade cinnamon rolls cooking in the kitchen in his honor & to pack for his trip back to Kentucky. I become immersed in the feelings of reaching and I allow my life to get on tip toe. It's a little warying, but very informative. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/15/06 Color Is Resonance, Not Noise The morning evolves through sunlight, and I open the box of my life. Many doors and windows, many tea sets & books, many family and friends. I cannot see through the sides, so I drop them down like a pop-up book. Chairs and tables roll out like cousins. What is between falls into place and the house comes upright. Our home is starting to look like my boxes and the paintings on the walls seem to speak. They tell stories, align bodies, and generate energy. I keep council with them and honor the source of their compassion. Color is resonance, not noise. So the resonant life I live is emerging outside the box. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/14/06 Language Integrated, consumed, pulled back, all words that have become part of the language of my life. Words that 30 years ago I rarely used, or thought of. In the last 20 years I have come to a language with myself, my process, my mind, my feelings, that connects all things together. I have emerged from, merged into, and sat on the edge of this language. I have spent 20 years learning, writing, and immersing myself in this language. Other than my birth language, I know no other. Once I thought I would learn many foreign languages, of many different peoples I loved, but all my time was aroused by this one. Some say it is too hard to understand, and sometimes it is, yet I have myself become quite familiar with all its territories. I know many of its rooms and long for more. I am in love with this language, in the most intimate of ways, and this is what I asked for many years ago. It has asked much of me and I of it. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/13/06 Up With the Light Up with the light, morning being a space I rise into, that fills my heart, and a fairy ring of trees outside our window, and I remember how they have protected and nurtured us in this home for 7 years. Many will come with us, because we will invite them once again to our new garden. It will be smaller, but even more magical. The garden plan shifts again, and I can't wait to see how it emerges. Devic conversation begin once again as the new Garden Plan gives illumination to our lives. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/12/06 Our Own Home Weather warmer, able to sleep in our tented room in the loft. Ah, we love this space and will create a similar space in our new home, except it will be heated, ummm. Have begun to fill boxes and our bodies are in a swim of excitement. To own our own home in 20 years for all of us is so delicious. It is time and the ease is given. "Luck is where opportunity meets preparation." I don't know who said this, but I love it, because we find this so true. Intuition creates the preparation for the opportunity of luck. My youngest son (of four) came last night. I am so happy to see his sweet face and be with his kind ways. We have not seen him in two years, but it is like yesterday. He is an organic farmer, woodworker, and going to become an R.N. He has a BS in anthropology, so this all seems to fit together so well for him. Four sons, one daughter, the stuff that dreams are made of. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/11/06 Into the Face of Our Dreamer Open space, wind roaring like the sea, a conscious voice within. I awaken to the gathering of a life of will. I try to see through the womb of expectancy and I clinch into my fist a poem of existence that gives me room to wander on the edge of discovery. When one is an artist, life becomes a body of work, and I ask where and when it began. The layers are as many as the moments and the expressions as varied as the willingness to be transformed. Why have we come to be so transformed? Why do we ask so many questions, when we already know all the answers? Why are we learning lessons when we know this world is not really a classroom? Is old age or dying just the disappearing of life, so we can begin to see why we really exist? when all disappears and all that is left is us in the beginning, like in the Never Ending Story, holding a grain of sand looking into the face of our dreamer? (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/10/06 Up Between the Layers Up between the layers of one day entering another. Time collapses on the folds of memory and I take into myself the feeling of reaching. The larger space of my life becoming more known to my feelings, I move slowly in order to place my foot squarely in the print of my future self and I pour my trust into the center of my step. I step on and between the flowers that will give me support and strength. Calendula, buttercup, crocus, white rose, sunflower. I open to saffron, a golden thread of balance. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/9/06 Rise Early I awaken early to our tented room. Many fibers from India surround and unfold us. Robert & I both rise early filled with the magic of all the movings in this time. I ask for more clarity, because when many things are moving at one time it's hard to see the direction where they all connect clearly and how they all make a new large picture. I look at the painting "The Morrigan" that we did 9 years ago and see she is a full pattern of now. Past self carrying the pattern of future self. Looking into the oneness of one's lives. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/7/06 I Center Into Coming into many things, my mind wants to run away with the spoon. I center into my own silence and allow the passage to wash through me. I light candles in the passage; white, yellow, red, blue, black, purple, and begin to see each light with resonance. I open myself to the doubt and allow it to finish, till it moves on through and I can hear yes again. Each day composes a new Yes. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/6//06 New Beginnings The day begins, my body is kind of achy, I move about to shake things loose. Many wonderful changes over the weekend. My daughter S. has had her 3rd son, D. Her first two sons are twins, and they are at the curious age of 20 months. D. is so present and nursing well. He was born March 3rd, 9:15pm, 8lb. 13oz. C-Section after 12 hrs of labor. S. is only 4ft 11in. She is a wonderful mom and my dearest friend. We are also in the process of buying a home as a family and today we begin to disassemble the garden and pack the porch. Salon was yesterday at our studios, since everything at home is on the move. We will move at the end of April. Much to muse over, much to step into, and much to love. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/4/06 Following One's Own Time The beginning becomes so distant that the interior flow becomes quite hard to feel. I am inside this flow and I cannot tell whether I am inside or outside of what nourishes me. The sacred becomes quite secreted and the ways of silence surround it. I take unto myself the original pattern of recognition, so I can hold true to my own real thought. There are many words that are not mine and I take care not to speak or be them. To be within one's real thought is a treasured sequence of following one's own time. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 3/2/06 Laying Claim to My World Up without an announcement of time. A pattern of rest changes and I lay claim to the rhythm of my own creativity. I put my life on alert to the need to clarify my strength of knowing. I pass through the veil of unknown to find the quality of vision that nurtures the intuitive position. I wait as the locks rise and the waters of unknown shift, so I can once again move freely between the worlds, and the vision I share becomes clear, unfettered, and void of measurement. Laying claim to my world. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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