{POETIC HEALING} The Gifts of Dark and Light

Sun and moon

At dawn
The sun seems not to play a role
In the fierce heat of the later day
In her dawning, she is light and free

Yet in her fullness
Her intensity sets fire to all she touches
Igniting passions to rise
And burn

And in the evening
The sun mercifully gives way to sister moon,
Her mystical softness hanging in the nighttime sky
Cooling down the tensions risen in the day

Turning passions into prayers
Heat into humble admiration
For the gifts of dark and light

©SpiritLed 2017

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{POEM} We Are All

misty angel

In the dim light
Of the misty morning
I see her
Reaching out her hand
In my direction

Pale and wispy, she moves with ease
Between the doubts in my weary mind
“Is this for real?” floats on my lips
As she begins to sing the song
Which only my ears can hear

She reaches out to gently unfurl
And wrap her wings around me
In that instant
In her misty embrace
If only for a moment

I know I’m safe
I feel her protection
I’m infused with her love

And as morning breaks
I go into the world to face the day
Still feeling her hand upon my heart
Her song on my lips

With passion renewed
Grace refilled
Love restored

She is me
I am you
We are all

©SpiritLed 2017

Daily Bliss – September 7


The Angels remind us that each of our voices is unique and important, whether they are loud and boisterous or soft and subtle.  Each of us has our own story to tell, our own passion to share, in our own way.  We’re reminded to always be who we are, and use it to the advantage of ourselves and the world. 

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This Is for the Quiet Women: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/09/this-is-for-the-quiet-women/

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This Is for the Quiet Women


This is for the quiet women.

The women whose hearts are as large as any other, yet their soft voices fall on deaf ears tuned in only to noise.

The women who inwardly scream with passion for all they hold dear, yet outwardly present themselves more discreetly than others.

The women who are overlooked and ignored by those who may speak louder, though not necessarily with more substance.

This is for us.

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https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/09/this-is-for-the-quiet-women/

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The Power of a Blank Page

blank paper pages on rustic wood

I always have the urge to write.  It’s almost the same as breathing for me.  I don’t always have the follow through to do it, however, even when I feel the desire burning.

Aren’t we all like this in many ways?

We all have these passions that drive us at a deep level, and yet we so often don’t follow through on the call.  We feel the desire toward something new and different – maybe it’s still unspecified and unintelligible but it still burns deep inside with an urgency that reminds us that there is indeed something tangible behind the longing.

Yet we and sit and stare at the blank page.

Not all of us are writers, of course.  Life-breath comes in all forms of unique and varied activities, most often of a creative nature.   And by creative, I mean activities that are soul-fulfilling and result in something new (physically or energetically) where nothing previously existed.

For example, a painting or a poem that just has to come out.  Or perhaps a newly sculpted body from healthy and active choices.  Possibly a newfound joy brought forth by helping to make someone else’s day a little brighter.   Maybe even the simple act of choosing to be happy in the face of great challenges.  The opportunities for creating something new are endless, and not relegated to conventional “art.”

But we tell ourselves, “I’m not creative.”  Or, “I don’t have the stamina.”  Or, “I’ll text her later.”  Or, “I’m not worthy of being happy.” And we put ourselves off another day, another week, another year.

Truth is, I’ve never liked starting anything from scratch.  I need a recipe, a guide, an established starting point.  I don’t like to reinvent the wheel.

However, our creative nature isn’t very forgiving of us when we don’t flex our “ambiguity” muscles; that is, our ability to work and be at least moderately successful in a place of ambiguity and uncertainty.  Yes, we can chug along through life starting only with the help of someone else’s previously-forged cues.  But our creative spark suffers in this mindset, one driven mostly by fear and a sense of unworthiness.

“I’m not good enough.”  “What if I fail?”  “What if someone doesn’t like what I produce?”  These thoughts keep us avoiding that blank page.

However, this inability to start from a blank slate, to restart after a habit has been broken, to reach out to someone who might not understand our true intentions, or to step out in service for fear of failure or rejection doesn’t only hurt us.  What we’re not doing now hurts those who would be helped by us.  Uplifted by us.  Inspired by us.  Healed by us.

As I sat here this week, feeling the urge to write and also feeling the familiar panic upon staring at my blank page, I ran through a list of possible topics in my head, mentally discarding each one.  I sidetracked myself with other legitimate work tasks.  I decided writing could wait a day, or a week.  I ate lunch.

And then, I remembered my book writing path.  I truly had no plan for writing a book.  I avoided it for nearly two years until I finally decided I’d just start each day with a blank page and write what comes to mind – no matter how unintelligible, ridiculous, silly, or embarrassing it might be.  And so The Angel Inside was birthed.

And I remembered the many times I’ve started writing a poem and I penned the first words that came to me until I got into a flow.  And later when I went to edit, I realized the first line or two didn’t make any sense, so I simply cut it out.  And the rest was a nice poem.  Or at least decent.

And that’s all we’re really being asked for anyway.  Nice.  Decent.  Our best efforts consistently applied.

Today, I opened an empty document for the second or third time with no thoughts at the ready.  And within a few deep breaths, I heard “blank page.”  And I remembered that for me, the action of writing is the catalyst that opens the floodgate of more words.

In other words, taking even small action action in a forward direction – simply doing SOMETHING – is often the catalyst for the more in-depth work that follows.

And so I started typing.  One word led to the next and to the next.  Eventually, through a hazy, forward and back approach, and with lots of editing, the words on the page started to take shape on their own, without much conscious thought to structure, form, or outline, a process not unlike the quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.:

“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”

In my early adulthood, I never saw the value of a blank page.  I was so fearful of not knowing where I was going that I rarely allowed myself to know or grow in any way that didn’t follow a prescriptive path or that seemed absolutely prudent.

But no more. I’m still fearful of course. I don’t know an honest person who isn’t. However, now that I’ve experienced the mysteries and miracles that a hazy, faith-filled path can bring, I can’t go back.  I won’t go back.

And my wish for you is that you will take out that blank page that’s calling you, breathe into your heart, and create what needs to come from within.

Because that is the power of a blank page.

XOXO
Ashley

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Our Gifts

gifts

Our love, greater than any,
Our passion, unmatched
Yet we falter,
We fail,
Our steps come out of sequence,
Each one like feet in quicksand

Shouldn’t it be easy
For those who have answered the call to love?
Shouldn’t a life of passion
Follow the most direct path?

And yet that passion keeps us fiery,
Out of balance,
Darting to this fire and the next,
Trying to put out each one simultaneously
While rejecting the fire inside,
That heat which fuels the drive to move at all,
And which inspires movement to continue,
The movement that is love,
Given selflessly to the world,
Yet heaped minimally on ourselves

Shouldn’t it be more easy
To love ourselves,
To fuel the fire within,
To stoke our own divinity?

Slow down, dear ones, and rest,
There is time for movement forward
And there is time for fighting fires;
The times spent freeing feet from quicksand
Has more forward momentum
Than actual movement often does

Relax, embrace the resting times,
The quiet times,
The times which feel like stagnation,
For these are our gifts too

©SpiritLed 2017