reminder -- to self & others

Giving Power Away No one can know you as well as you know yourself. Don't give your power away to some outside authority, even if it is a medical or spiritual practitioner. It's alright to get a different perspective or a professional point of view. But remember, it's theirs and not the deep knowing that comes from being connected to your body and soul. If you find yourself being belittled, made to feel wrong, punished or ostracized for how you feel, then it might be time to move beyond that relationship. When you find yourself holding on to a "master" for direction or advice, it's time to start asking yourself if the master has become your source of guidance, or if he or she is pointing you to yourself to hear your true, inner guidance system. No one has the blueprint for your life of joy. It is only by keeping your independence, freedom, and personality that you will ever be fully expressed. How in the past-or now-have you given your power away to another individual?

an unfinished song in the darkness

so long ago and far away
    it was only yesterday

i knew you & you knew me
    we were how we're supposed to be

now i am lost and all alone
      & you're hiding in your home

safe in your familiar tomb
     i'm just an empty womb



~ written on the trolley
1/22/12

labyrinth language

i am lost in a darkness, wandering, led only by a thin thread wound thru the labyrinth...
my needles are my newest swords
like the Dragon Hunter, i find they come in most handy in times of deepest danger
the fiery colours of my fibres will bring me to the Light soon enough

"Your life has been a mad gamble.

Make it more so. You have lost now a hundred times running. Roll the dice a hundred and one."


 ~Rumi


Limbo is not a fun place to be in, but at least I have my yarn, my bamboo and my Vision.


here goes yet another toss of the dice.

knitting along thru the pain

no idea how, but I am still knitting, weaving, creating. I have picked up the threads, bound them, wound them, together, into eagle feathers, baby owls, rows of stitches, turning angles, next side, all to complete the blanket I had planned, been knitting my warmth, Love & Faith into. with every stitch I pray good things, I lay my intentions solidly into the rows, my Hope flies along with my fingers...oranges, to goldens, to cream, to reds, around, around, the log cabin planks combining to complete the pattern, to make this whole again. the colours of the base, sacral & solar plexus chakras I had chosen are still vibrant and will one day soon do their work. 

ruins

like a huge, heavy duty pair of scissors has just cut thru every foundation, every stitch, leaving the fibres irreparable, leaving me in destroyed in so many pieces, so fragmented I can not make anything out of this wreck..