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| Mirror fence at Storm King |
scattered around the floor
trying to pick one up
and then another falls
holding on to hope
I let go and let them be
curious to see what's to become
of these pieces of me
I am trying to process through words, the way I have been feeling, with the hope that i will pull myself up and out of this stuck place I have been in...no energy for classes or comments. I am here checking in and roaming around the web sending you love, trying to find my way back to myself, rooting and grounding as I go.
May this day find you well.
Namaste,
KAren
7 comments:
stuck places are sometimes uncomfortable.
they make us feel so vunerable, like something is wrong with us. but so often it is the storm before the calm. it can be these stuck moments where we begin to bloom again.
Beautiful poem and powerful image. Sending much love to you!
Love the poem and how you used the mirrored fence to see"pieces of you"!
Here's wishing your journey through the stuckness ends soon!
Now is the time to hunker down and implement extreme self care. We are always here for you when you need us. But now, it seems, you need YOU more than anyone else.
A fantastic photo and powerful self portrait ... i see your foot ... and from these words, i see you stepping slowly back towards yourself. some transformations require we just surrender to the stuckness, rest and wait. Like, the ground is frozen, but we know life is stirring deep within, awaiting the time when conditions are favorable to begin growing again.
i see you there ... we are holding space for you, for when you begin to piece yourself together ... and aren't quilts the most amazing, creative, nurturing, loving things?
Holding you in light and love ... y
xo Lis
Oh my God--your first line is almost exactly what I just wrote in my art journal. I should send you a photo of it... You know I know what it's like and how it feels all raining down around you/me/us. We will both get through it and your blog seems to be a good outlet for you as well as a source of support. I just shove my feelings into writing in journals no one will ever see--which is probably a wee bit less healthy, but whatever works, right?
Hearing you, seeing you, and understanding you... xxoo
being in these places can be so difficult. We feel like there is nothing we can do to get out of it. Your poem expressed so well what I have felt before. The beautiful thing is that the sun does shine again on our darkness and we are able to break free from it.
How about an art date? Want to get together?
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