| 7/31/06 Open Market I sit in the open market of this day. What idea am I going buy today as truth? It is as simple as that. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/30/06 The Sea Kayaked and swan in the ocean yesterday for the first time. I can still feel the rock of the waves and the rhythm of the sea. I feel my inner sea has merged with my outer sea and this is calming. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/29/06 Eye of the Mother Morning within the quiet awakening, I look within the doorway eye of the mother and her way, a view that gives time to the morning of this day. Compassion for the need of time, the need of water, the need of nothingness. The creative life, a way of seeing that calls for interior reconciliation. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/28/06 Many Connected Dreams Coming through the night with the memory of many connected dreams, I begin a new creative idea. How dreams intersect, connect, overlay, and underscore is how many of our lives do. Robert & I had a day of smooth elegance on the island yesterday, a day of play, color, deep listening, photography, painting, like a dream. How these all connected was like an art piece of connected dreams. I'll sit with this connection today. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/27/06 Birthday Opening my heart to the life held within this day, I close my hand around the gift held within a birthday and feel the sacred wedding between the soul and the persona. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/26/06 Becomes Part of What is Alive Opening up the tender parts of my own feelings, I take this day into my breath and once again claim courage, commitment, and gentleness as my companions. I take in the rawest point of my reality and feed it the very nature of this day. I am raven and I claim the dead of my vision and eat it till it becomes part of what is alive. Clarity. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/25/06 Time to Give to the Morning Time to give to the morning and I employ the understanding of what time gives. Time unveils the veils of our mind and gives room for the acceptance of who we are. To truly and deeply accept who you are is to stop the repetitive pattern of return. To finally sit into a life and know. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/24/06 Inside the Space Inside the space that this morning sits in is a small position I need to create a shift in perspective in. I feel the clarity of this space and ask Kuan Yin, the Goddess of Compassion, to sit there with me as I remember. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/23/06 Upside Down Opening my day with breath, candle, and rain. Feeling a bit upside down and inside out with this mercury in retrograde, I try to become more like bat. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/22/06 Rest into Itself This day seeming to rest into itself, I begin with the nature of its bidding. I rest within myself and allow my body to gently move into this day. The opening of three new pieces of work done yesterday has left me peaceful, excited, and yet a bit slower this morning. I feel the flow of this new body of work will be like the rising Nile. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/21/06 Entry Point Inside the pyramid that sleep creates I awaken with the seed of what will soon become our next body of work. For three years I have been working on a small volume called the "Sirius Mystery" after I finished a large volume of "Bast Remembers". Now out of this writing a body of visionary art will emerge and I am completely in the void with it. I have no idea how it will look, but I am beginning to feel it all around me and Robert & I both are in the process of assimilating it. It is very mixed media and its vast reach is a bit hard to see. We will need to let go of many points of reference to enter. This day creates an entry point. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/20/06 My Life Layers Walked early along the ocean, combing the fibers of listening back into my hair. I wake myself up once again to the sounds of clarity instead of the push and shove of an earlier hour. Quickening happens and I place myself more squarely in my frame. I begin a day that feels a bit confused in its actual direction. I sit into the waves of its flow and find a rhythm, a pace I can step into. My life layers between the steps I make and the forward reach I take. I reach through the doubt to find reality. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/19/06 Opening the Gates Opening the gates of time each day becomes a marker of movement across the canvas. When we understand we are collaborating on this canvas and each mark is in sinc there is a beauty in this movement that makes one know why we exist. We cross over, mark over, and weave through the colors of each other and the more we know this is exact the more beautiful the canvas is. I put down yellow, Robert puts down blue, and our whole family, begins another day, lays down color, line, and patterns together on one canvas. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/18/06 Above and Below Above and below joined within the night, I awaken more solid in what I feel under my feet. I breathe deeper each day and I allow the new colors to begin to rise within me. Time and place begin to awaken a stronger feeling of timing. I watch the motion of my life change and I ask to no longer look into my window, but to see. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/17/06 Layers of Dream Coming through many layers of dream to a space that clears away many visions of the night. The day opens me and I begin to breathe deeply into it. The breath folds around me and the intention of this time becomes clearer. The seed essence of what awakens now is felt more fully and I ask it to wrap around and cradle my vulnerability. To be rocked by this presence is this day. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/15/06 Inside a New Space Up inside a new space of agreement within myself, I'm not quite sure what it is, but I am aware of its presence. When I write, feeling and awareness emerge that are present, but I cannot quite touch them fully. We have a whole world of ourselves that we cannot quite always define, but subtle registries happen. I move in our day around these. I am beginning to give these registries a voice to my aware self. This day has a definite agenda and the flow of its course is set by our wills. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/14/06 Perception Up before dawn, clarity becoming my morning companion. I breathe, I write, I listen, I light candles. I sit in lotus and move between the worlds. I fold my heart into the trust needed for true power and I allow my feelings to follow a new light. Each day being a new light, I realize more deeply the gift of the opportunity of expression. Each day a new opportunity to see life more clearly and watch the widening eye open to the depth of perception a sighted life can give. I sit back into who I am and allow the vision I am committed to. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/13/06 As Simple As A Painting Sitting into the fibers of my listening I push the thread through the needle of this day. I begin to sew the layers of the last three days into a piece of woven fabric that shows the true face of this time. I breathe into the face and allow it room to be. This day seeps into my feelings and I realize life is as simple as, for me, as painting if I listen for the color, the line, the creative idea within the flow of being part. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/11/06 On It's Toes The day begins, then it unfolds, then it is in the flow. I rise early to begin, unfold, flow with it. I write morning space to feel the unfoldment, so I can flow with it. This day feels potential in its heels and I think I'll rock back and forth between play, work, and creativity. Rocking on my heels. The garden reaches and I feel it on its toes. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/10/06 Lemonade Sunshine on the window and sweet dreams in the night. Color becomes my companion as I begin to work in the garden early. The space between breath is what I will practice today. This day feels like a small flower that rises between the cracks and creates a whole garden. The garden plan stands on the surface of a new picture and I need to stand back farther to see its longer view. Sometimes I get up so close that my knowing is pressed to know it all and I do not have to. Taking time for lemonade. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/9/06 Threads The threads weave closer this morning and the experience of life becomes more conscious of the weave, the weaver, and the thread. I pick singularly each color and begin to know them by what I feel and what I know. Life consumes the dye and I begin to understand why Van Gogh consumed his paints. The magic of life appropriates a change and we watch the pattern shift and the relief of the same begins to become something very new, very young, very small, and it slips through the cracks of rigid ways, rigid thought, rigid feelings. I bend soft once again. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/8/06 Understanding Up early with the focus of understanding flowing through my mind, my feelings, my memory. I open to many states of realization. I affirm to myself the unusual and unique twists and turns my life has travelled and the importance of each one. I take up space. I own property of the soul and this property has brought me a deep sense of place that is now unfolding on all levels for me. Today I sit inside this gift and feel the truth it brings. Weariness speaks to the journey and assures life the grace of patience. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/7/06 Deeply Rested Up early feeling more deeply rested. The sacred of movement becoming what I begin with. I sit and write the entrance of what my dreams have led me to. I move about in the layers of the cloth of this time and it is silky, soft, and fragile. There is an outer shell that pretends to be hard, but actually it is thin and under it is a glorious new life with a pulse of decision. The foundation of our life has shifted and our feet are on new ground. The view outside my window has changed and the sounds of the morning are new to my ears. I sit deeply inside and feel the comfort of the sameness in the voice within. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/6/06 The Immense Quiet surrounds this morning's deep essence and the feeling is of listening for the stir of leaves. Beginning to feel more deeply rested, I rise more early Candles lit, I sit in my attic window and become ready for words, like a well waits for rain. I pour open my heart and begin to know that I am already filled. To wait to be filled when one is not empty is to be unaware of the sides of one's life. I relate myself to the sides and become aware of the immense. There are no more lessons just being what you have become and becoming aware of who you are. Today is a day I now must be and allow the immense to come into view. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/5/06 Centered Centered in the spokes of the wheel of time is a small axis and this axis gives the spokes support and connection. This connection is what I feel today. Under the current of the pulse of this day is a word and the word is place. A sense of place is what the full spectrum of the movement of life reveals. As we open deeper to who we truly are we gain a sense of place within our frame and the body drops into ease. (c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane |
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| 7/4/06 Perched Up High Perched up high in the trees, I feel the open space our attic room gives for my creative interior life. This day seems to look from both directions and allows the moment to endure its stretch. I fold into the sense of peeling this moving seems to give and open to the larger picture that is just beginning to become clear. If we look into our lives as we feel our heads shift in direction we see our life as through a kaleidescope and the spin of rapid pictures will make one clear one. The tapestry of our lives becomes seen. (c) Raven Su.Sane |
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