Tenacity

Baby Steps

This past year I have often thought of this blog as "my poor neglected space".  Now I see it has been a concentration of silently counting my breaths in and out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and over again.  Baby steps, is what I need to climb back to my creative self.

While I've been gone I have started and stopped, feasted and fasted, struck out and held close.  I have been sitting in virtual circle and digging deep, excavating nuggets of gold and shards of fractured glass.  I have lost and found hope

meditated on chicken feet

and equally complex natural worlds unto themselves.

I have journeyed

and squirrelled myself away from the world

witnessed miracles

and came fearlessly close to nature.

I asked for one feather 

and received whole birds, and more.

Right now, I am making moon mandalas with Lisa Hofmann over here

while my heart cracks wider and wider and I am called to go deeper and deeper into the excruciatingly lonely practice of forgiveness.