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THE EDGE YOU CARRY WITH YOU

What is this beguiling reluctance to be happy?

This quickness in turning away the moment you might arrive?

The felt sense, that a moment's unguarded joy might after all, just kill you?

You know so very well the edge of darkness you have always carried with you.

You know so very well, your childhood legacy: that particular, inherited sense of hurt, given to you so freely by the world you entered.

And you know too well by now the body's hesitation at the invitation to undo everything others seemed to want to make you learn.

But your edge of darkness has always made its own definition secretly as an edge of light

and the door you closed might, by its very nature be one just waiting to be leant against and opened.

And happiness might just be a single step away, on the other side of that next unhelpful and undeserving thought.

Your way home, understood now, not as an achievement, but as a giving up, a blessed undoing, an arrival in the body and a full rest in the give and take of the breath.

This living breathing body always waiting to greet you at the door, always no matter the long years you've been away, still wanting you to come home.

-- David Whyte, from Still Possible

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This week on the pod, I’m talking to Anne Marie Bennett, who has just published her first novel, Dragonflies at Night. Anne Marie has a long and varied history of creative work, from teaching to theater to facilitating the SoulCollage(R) process and training others to do the same, which is how I met her. She’s also written several nonfiction books. Tune in on Wednesday to hear more! posted on Instagram - https://instagr.am/p/CGPyUNFAmTH/

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When in doubt, decapitate. #soulcollage #33 featuring hard edges and the #spheres that support me. #headless #jewelry https://www.instagram.com/p/CDIVI0fgJTWGxmBi7hROkMK-ks8UY7ggp3n8IE0/?igshid=5ss2c3jhumsk

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Gifts for some of my friends on here

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If you guys don’t want to see what you’re getting, either skip this post or don’t click read more. 

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Next Soul Collage Card

Well, finally made my first physical Soul Collage card.

Tried it out in 5x7, 3ishx4, and 2.5x3.5 (which is standard magic card size). I’m pretty pleased with all of them.

Also very pleased with my canon pixma printer that I printed them on. You can see the quality of those prints compared to the digital original.

Darn good for an under $40 printer. Certainly more than good enough for my purposes of printing out custom cards for myself.

Oh, and this is my Part Y card, to be the opposite counterbalance of my Part X card. She’s meant to be the part of my personailty that loves myself unconditionally and therefore wants me to thrive.

I’m not sure whether they belong to the Commitee or Council suites  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I think a lot of JJ went in to her XD.

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Trust in the Feminine. ~ SoulCollage by Raine © Inner Voice Art

"… We soar to secret women’s ground, the place where there are rules and instructions for wise skin and white hair that lights the way. . . and how, as the eyes grow dim, they see far, farther, farthest…" ~ Clarissa Estes

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The Grandmother Blessing

~ from Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes

We have trolled all day for shadows, and now we sort our catch. From far off one would think we are only fisher women sorting our nets. But we have caught our grandmothers’ shadows which they molted as they died. Years ago, morticians were trained to throw these away. People did not know the use of these then. We have worked hard and we have reclaimed many; some shadows are small as a waist, some are big around as apple baskets. We hold them up to our breasts and hips, assessing the fit. We work, we wait, till every woman finds a match. Then we climb to the highest jetties, and let ourselves tip and fall, our grandmothers’ shadows opening like fabulous fans. We soar to secret women’s ground, the place where there are rules and instructions for wise skin and white hair that lights the way. . . and how, as the eyes grow dim, they see far, farther, farthest. with love, dr. e

CODA Published 1993, The New Censorship Literary Magazine, "The Grandmother Blessing" © by CP Estés, all rights reserved. From La Pasionaria. This poem is from the series about trying to track the points of the journey when moving out of mid-age toward what I have come to call “the farthest encampment.” This as I conceive it, is that place where goals, ideas and attitudes change from being contained in whatever tiny bindle bag you once had put them in, to a far more vast conveyance, one that has cognitive sturdiness and the transmission capacity to not only carry, but to broadcast the soul’s life to the self, --to others-- throughout the years yet to come. This transition is tradition for many of us—although different descriptors might be used—a change in attitude and behavior that causes one to seek to follow the enormity of the soul’s sight and insights, rather than the often too-confining ego’s view alone.

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Treehouse Swing, Banos, Ecuador

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“The vessel may be the most powerful archetypal form on Earth.”

~ Kim Krans, Wild Unknown Archetypes Deck

SoulCollage: 'Chalice of the Sacred Feminine' by Raine © Inner Voice Art