I’ve been listening to Abraham Hicks and still working my way through the Artist’s Way. Both very synchronistically converged this week. They talked about being in receptive mode. Our thoughts are not our thoughts. Our creations are not our creations. But they await us, ready to be transmitted, transmuted, transformed, We need only to receive. Beautiful night tonight.
Much love and many blessings. ❤
It’s kind of crazy how dreams are becoming reality. Not too many years ago I wasn’t even dreaming. I was advised to “have fun” — but I didn’t know what that meant.
Then I started thinking: “I might like to do that someday.” And “Maybe I could try that.”
And now I’m doing things. I talked with my friend years ago about learning how to sew from her — and now I’ve sewn two pillow cases and a pair of pants! (Just need to manifest my own sewing machine!) I kept thinking I should dance more, that it might be nice to take a dance class — now I’m going to teach one! I’m journaling and going Live in the mornings; I’m blogging every night. My first Artist’s Way 12-week group officially starts tomorrow. Things that took FOREVER for me to get going are suddenly all locking into place.
I’m beginning to feel the abundance, I’m opening, I’m freeing up, and I’m so grateful.
Wishing the same for you each and every day! Much love and many blessings. ❤
The students have been working on creating poems about themselves, and some of them expressed an interest in shape/concrete poems. They were so proud! I borrowed the design method from my dad who creates beautiful shape/concrete poem sonnets. He fills in the shape with a single letter and then works in the actual design. For example, for a triangle or side of a tree:
A heavenly creation!
Have some fun with your own shape poems!
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I find I want to write. When I think about what I want to do, what I REALLY want to do – it is to write, and sing, and dance. And create things. This is what I WANT to do. I want to be outdoors and soaking up the light, with my arms outstretched so that the sun will reach down to me, lifting me into the cradle of its warmth and love. This is what I want. To be a child of the light, in a sundress, with huge, vibrant flowers — a gleeful little girl. I so want to play. I will be that little girl again, full of innocence again, in my flowery sundress, ready to fly.