A freewrite to the prompts "What questions do I have today?" and "What is worrying me" from Janet Conner's Writing Down Your Soul--a magical foray into the untapped wisdoms within. Conner describes this as "deep soul writing," in which "you search the reaches of your heart, tell your story, ask your questions, hear your answers." It's a writing that is "in and with and through your soul."
Yes. She's speaking my language.
Dear Voice,
What questions do I have today? What is worrying me?
There are things I still resist putting down onto the page. Still resist spilling into ink, or spelling out in it. I wonder, if there are things to take to the writer's desk, and other things to take deep into the heart, and then out again, into different kinds of words.
I've taken this stance, so to speak, of public creation. Of growth on display. Fearless disarmament of the idea that we ever struggle alone. Fierce dismantling of imposter syndromes. Permission to accept your soul-house messes, because I will unconditionally show you mine.
But maybe there are still, nevertheless, words that need to be written down, and then burned.
Maybe.
Or maybe it's all meant to be shared. Then burned. Then shared again, in perpetuity.
Love stands at the edge of a canyon, waiting for the winds to blow.
I dream of my fist in a bear's mouth, us spooning, and somehow, this is comforting.
The words "radical self-acceptance" are what led me through the phases of the moon. I am confident that she will help me understand what that means. The layers of goddess within. Fervid, and spoken.
A clay pot fired by the masses, I am self-exposed and breathing, in the air and smoke and ash. And the very winds that fill the canyon floor, as I let myself fall in. Oxygen surrounding, feeding the flames.
Firing words into vessels
that I can drink from.
Comments