Sometimes my head is literally all over the place. Which results in this mess! 🤪 . . . . #sketchdump #clearingcobwebs #doodles #weirdstuff #kelleeriley #kelleeart #nomermaids https://www.instagram.com/p/CCx0akSlMVj/?igshid=1h7y7iobaay5
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Sometimes my head is literally all over the place. Which results in this mess! 🤪 . . . . #sketchdump #clearingcobwebs #doodles #weirdstuff #kelleeriley #kelleeart #nomermaids https://www.instagram.com/p/CCx0akSlMVj/?igshid=1h7y7iobaay5
Mindful Writing Challenge, day 1
The explanation/invitation
I saw a thing while meandering on social media. It was free and it had to do with writing. It had to do with meditation. It combined meditation and writing and it was lightly guided, hassle and pressure free and so I decided to give it the old college try. I’m coming to terms with the fact that every day is in it’s own way day one.
Part Nil, The Mechanics:
guided breathing meditation
poem/quote by Mary Oliver
Praying it doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.” ― Mary Oliver, Thirst
words to use as prompts or not at all
Few Elaborate Stone Iris Voice Doorway
Part I: the unedited freewrite
Stand back. Why do the words mean so much. Why do tears come earnestly to my sleep deprived eyes. Stand back in silence in order that another voice may come forward. It’s that. That’s it. The other voice that has stood in shadow, in silence. That voice, long silent, is being called to come forward. That’s the trigger. The other voice coming toward the page, the light, the center, the center, the stage, the center. The voice of the other. The one that stands behind that loves from a distance. I cannot smile though the voice leading this exercise asks for a smile to come forward. I cannot smile. It isn’t a time for smiling. It is a time for searching. In silence. In grief. In mourning. In giving over ourselves our selves our selves to that other voice, that voice that dream that thought that plan that we were told to hide away to stuff to silence to explain to ignore. Weren’t we watching in our lives in our escapes. Weren’t we seeing ourselves stand in the doorway. Block the doorway. Silencing that other voice. Normalizing, explaining, excusing. Excusing!! Excusing the noise, the blocks, the dark heavy figure barring the doorway, the voice, controlling the space. Controlling the expression. Asking it to validate itself. Mocking smiling joking. Everything passing through little cuts made in the dark. Little cuts and digs and silences like shovels heavy and hurtful blocking the doorway
Part II: Feedback/Reaction
I breathed and there was peace in the breathing. I breathed and there was healing in the breath. I listened and there was inspiration in the listening, myself caving in, making a space, holding a space for the well-intentioned lines of a poem, of inspiration. Come back to the breath, her voice. Come back to the breath and the process, sings the meditating bowl. Come back to the doorway. But is the doorway where I make it? Does the doorway have a closed or open door. I remember a quote given by a friend, encouraging, that tells me that I’ve come to a doorway--or was it a gate? Or was it a wall? An impenetrable mystery. A fortress maybe? I’ve come to a place with a doorway or a gate and I am blocked, I am barred from entering. But then the second half of wisdom remembers me: I come to a wall, a doorway, a gate that I cannot pass but changed, I pass through it. Day 1, with gratitude, with patience, a willingness to stay curious, a plan lightly sketches itself under water. Every day is a day one.**
Taking advantage of the slower life pace with longer #meditations #clearingcobwebs #awareness #justbreathe #staypocalypse #goalsathome #finders @insighttimer https://www.instagram.com/p/B_fdP5FDQau/?igshid=jrvmzv319fel
Taking advantage of the slower life pace with longer #meditations #clearingcobwebs #awareness #justbreathe #staypocalypse #goalsathome #45days #finders (at Escondido, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_fcWW8pWnR/?igshid=4kd44xhs8mvs
So true.