SoulCollage® Committee Suit: Writer

 

I am one who communicates. I am one who writes herself into existence. I am one for whom writing is medicine, healing, art, and power. I am one through whom the Word reveals itself.

What is your gift or message for me?

There is value in written expression even if what you write is lost over time. Writing is an energy like electricity; it transforms what it touches, powers events, and is never lost completely. It just becomes something else.

What do you want me to do?

Carve out time to give this part of your soul to the worlds. Practice it. Make lists, write letters, compose poems, write blogs. You are a divine conduit.

Why did you show up today?

To help you remember.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?

The shadow is narcissism that drives you to re-reading your words rather than letting them go.

Little Girl - Rosendale

Once upon a time, in a far away land
A little girl lived under her father's hand
She wept in silence and never talked
Her father made sure that he called the shots
He nailed the door shut, so she couldn't leave
Blew out the lights, so she couldn't see
But one night she broke through the window pane
Nothing could stop her great escape
'Cause this girl had plans
That he'd never understand
All the miracles she saw in her dreams
All the amazing things that she could be
So the little girl ran away from home, you see
Little girl, go on and write your story
Little girl, rejoice 'cause you're finally free
Little girl, be who you wanna be
You already know the strength inside your heart
You don't need someone to tell you who you are
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be
20 years later, through the hourglass
The little girl grew up in the time that's passed
All those late nights 'cause she worked three jobs
Started from pennies now she's her own boss
One day she opens up the door to meet
A stranger at window, guess who she sees?
Her father shows up with a face of red
Head down low he looks up and says
"I know you can't forgive
All the things that I did
But I'm hoping that you'll understand
For you, I always had a plan"
So the little girl showed him all the things she achieved
The world she saw from all the highest peaks
How she moved the mountains with her fingertips
Head to toe, her father finally admits
"You already know the strength inside your heart
You don't need someone to tell you who you are
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be"
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be
Go and say the words you know you long to speak
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be
Be who you wanna be
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be
Ah
Little girl, little girl, be who you wanna be

SoulCollage® Committee Suit: Universal Brain

I am one who loves information and knowledge and is curious. I enjoy connection, and I seek self and community and understanding through technology. I value insight. I have access to a universe in ways that cannot be seen or tangibly experienced. I know the universe is portable.

What is your gift or message for me?

The intangible is accessible.

What do you want me to do?

Continue seeking, absorbing, learning.

Why did you show up today?

It was time.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?

The shadow is narcissism and superficiality.

SoulCollage® Committee Suit: Timid Soul

I am one who hides. I am one who is cautious and with weak self-confidence. I am one who is suspicious of the world. I am sometimes so afraid of the world that I would rather burn up in my own ouse than take risks to leave. I am also the only one who can save myself.

What is your gift or message for me?

That there is really nothing to lose, ultimately.

What do you want me to do?

Jump out the window. Have confidence in your strength and in your problem-solving capacities. You must do the work to create the life.

Why did you show up today?

Because hiding has become a deeply ingrained habit, but you know it doesn't serve.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?

The shadow is over-judiciousness, and the light is freedom.

Yes I'm a Mess - AJR

I leave my house at 3 o' clock
With 200 texts and 2 missed calls
Guess all of the friends that I pissed off
All talked

And I took a job for just July
But feels like I might be here for life
Yeah I'm in it now
I'm in it now
Could I start again, somehow?

Yes I'm a mess with an S on my chest
Got stress filling up my head
So I spent last night
Blowing up my life
Now you won't see me again

Cheers to the front and cheers to the back
And cheers to the 2010s
I could hate my guts
When the sun comes up
But I like myself like this
I like myself like this

Why should I fix the shit I've done
When I could just pack my shit and run
Delete every number from my phone
So long

Yeah I'll get new shirts cause mine all stink
And I'll tell my boss what I really think
Yeah I'm in it now
I'm in it now
Could I start again, somehow?

Yes I'm a mess with an S on my chest
Got stress filling up my head
So I spent last night
Blowing up my life
Now you won't see me again

Cheers to the front and cheers to the back
And cheers to the 2010s
I could hate my guts
When the sun comes up
But I like myself like this
I like myself like this

Yes I'm a mess with an S on my chest
So I spent last night
Blowing up my life
Now you won't see me again

Yes I'm a mess with an S on my chest
I could hate my guts
When the sun comes up
But I guess that's what this is
I like myself like this

I could hate my guts
When the sun comes up
But I like myself like this

SoulCollage® Committee Suit: The Witness of Suffering

 

I am one who sees pain and is pained by what I see. I am the starving child with piercing, beseeching eyes. I am one who watches intensely and with fierce concern. I am one so laden with despair that my gaze is pinned to earth. My eyes are portals to the core of my soul, and the pain cannot be unseen. My eyes are a drought that no tears can cleanse.

What is your gift or message for me?

Pay attention. See the pain and suffering of existence. Do not numb yourself or hide from it.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to look into the yes of people you meet. It is healing. I want you to see what is in front of you, than act to meet the needs that arise.

Why did you show up today?

Because I cannot bear witness alone. The more eyes that awaken and see, the greater the healing.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?

The shadow is depression, isolation, resignation. The light is bearing witness.

SoulCollage® Committee Suit: The Vulnerable One

I am one who is powerless, for whom the world is hard and cold. I am one who feels hunted, and I hide to remain undetected. Being invisible is my survival.

What is your gift or message for me?

Invisibility was a valuable strategy when you were a child. The world was frightening and you were not in control. You survived by disappearing but at some point you also hid yourself from your own self.

What do you want me to do?

Remember me and let this part of you be a source for compassion. Yet make room for other parts of yourself.

Why did you show up today?

You are in a place of experiencing a lot of "young stuff" emerging from your soul. It's part of healing.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?

The light is compassion.

Alignment - Phaeleh

Awaiting Test Results

Awaiting Test Results

My name is Self (or Me-myself And I).
Today I feel like a held breath
waiting in the throat.
Sometimes I am a work of art.
Sometimes I am a tangled mess.
But always I am curious.
I ask the world, “How did I waste so much time?”
And the answer is

a held breath waiting in the throat.

--Kathryn Harper

Sacraments of the Morning

Sacraments of the Morning

Isn’t it enough
to feel a chill as you rise from a warm
bed, stumble to the bath and with
nimble fingers attend to your body’s
needs, button your shirt, to balance
as you put pants on one leg at a time?

Isn’t it enough
to hear the morning news, the coffee
maker gurgling as you eat your
Wheaties with skim milk, to listen in
the comfort and illuminated safety of
your kitchen as rain rattles the roof?

Isn’t it enough
to inhale the earth’s perfume of wet
dirt, worms, roses and jasmine blooms,
to smell even the faint fumes of the
world’s morning commute as you join
with humanity for the day’s business?

Isn’t it enough
to taste the fresh tender day and
savor the strong bitter brew from
your steaming paper chalice as
you await the train under the shelter 

with others huddled like pigeons?

Isn’t it enough
to observe the blur of cinderblock
fortresses adorned with graffiti, the
lonely artifacts of life strewn across
anonymous backyards, to notice the
window cat watching the morning?

-- Kathryn Harper

“Cold Rain, Warm Colours” by Fred Rune Rahm, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0