“Have a fiercely wonderful weekend!”
Small Burn
April 18, 2011 by
We had a small fire tonight,
just RW and I.
The animals leaned into the warmth,
Mister Pinkerton draped himself across my knees like a rumbling snow panther,
and the sky was nightly glowing.
We whispered plans,
we sipped our drams
and the scent of sage was sweeping by like satin ribbons on slim anchors.
We hope your Sunday evening has been just as warm and crackly.
xx
Mister and Missus Plume
Heavy Heart Destiny
February 23, 2011 by
For whatever reason, I was destined to wake with a heavy heart this morning.
There are a million wonderful things happening to me right now, but that small clattering handful of unrest in my life (it’s so steady, constant and undoing) managed to tug my heart strings down to earth, like gravity tugs at the soles of my shoes when I cross these great valleys and high places…
I put on the soft sweet of The Swell Season, out in the studio, and tried to work my way towards lightness. But the tears kept flowing, the frustrations kept fraking with my spirit (yes, Battlestar Galactica terminology there…), the growing pains kept aching, the realizations kept dawning and I just felt heavier and heavier, even with RW in the next room, packing and shipping jewels and discussing with me the myriad of heartaches I was feeling.
At some point, I looked up, and saw the message I wrote myself long ago. I wrote it and stuck it to the window in front of my main work bench.
I read it over and over, stared past that small piece of paper to the white of the mountains blended with sky in the great beyond, I let those words sink into my heart, saturate my bruised spirit, wipe the water from my eyes.
Flakes like Persian cats were descending and tangling themselves in the blue spruce and taxed perennials out in the garden and I just continued to sit.
Absorb.
Flow.
And I understood those wild little perfectly unique snowflakes and I stepped outside my studio door and realized that everything was going to be ok.
Everybody, everything is going to be ok.
And then I knew lightness.
Plum flapped her ears like the sweet and darling Dumbo she is.
The snow continued to fall.
And there was flight of being, wide wings, bird song
and that Still Small Voice.
I know we all wake up with heartache, sometimes for days and days at a time, but really, when it all comes down to it, everything is going to be ok. These burdens that weigh anchor in the depths of our souls are not ours to carry. I grew up and outside of mine today, reaching for the light like a tender shoot. I passed those burdens into the hands of the wind and watched them drift away like seeds in autumn. They’ll come back and take root once more, and when they do, I’ll open my hands again and cast them back into the breeze. They don’t own me. Not any more. Nor do they own you. Let them go.
Be light, my friends.
Be in the Light.
Be of the Light.
xx
Plume