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Witness

Unblinking
Unwavering
The Eye of Horus
Observes it all 

Looks deeper
Sees clearer
Penetrates the hidden
Releases the light

Dispels illusions
Repairs distortions

The Eye of Truth
Illumines
Darkness cannot endure
Its steady gaze

Soul Essence

Wise and Innocent
She pours forth
Everlasting love and joy
Always at play
In the mystical realm
Chasing the flight
of Melody’s wings
Soaring with Song
In her celestial home

My sister and I started a new project called “soul collage.” The idea is to make a collage using images from photos, magazines, the internet, etc. Images are chosen intuitively, with the intention to mirror our unique perspective of the concept we are working with. The first idea we chose to explore is: “Source.” This card reflects our conception of God, spirit, all that is. The source of creation itself. I also wrote a poem to describe the card’s meaning for me:

Source
The deep is murky
An unknowable mystery

Its unconscious rumblings
Roam the black waters

Until lightning strikes
Creation’s spark ignites

The dark womb
Attracts the Light

Form emerges
Whole and complete

Orbs spin
Tides rise and fall

Eternity
Is our Home

So, another project Jeanne and I did together a few weeks ago was to write a story using several randomly selected tarot cards. It should be no surprise to anyone that despite working with identical images, our stories were wildly different! My story was written as a fable, reflecting an archetypal aspect of human existence. It was not my conscious intention to take this particular tack, but the images led my imagination down this road.

He doesn’t notice the barren, lonely landscape engulfing him. The spiritual lure is all that commands his attention. Distant mountains are a peripheral distraction. Sure, there are hills yet to climb. Perhaps there will be struggle. Perhaps exciting opportunity awaits. It matters not. Imagination’s feather takes flight into a sky that has no limit. He is eager to spread his wings.

Who will be his companions on the trek? Who will be his foes? How will he navigate the ascent, and can he avoid falling from the precipice? Many unknowns remain unknowable until he begins.

Our hero claims his path. Determined, laser focused, clear-sighted. His sole/soul calling is the preciously held flame of inspiration, his divining rod. This is all he needs.

Ahh… the inevitable arises. Temptation to fear. Best to sit still, unmoved, self-protective. A niggling voice admonishes: Do not take any risks. Infused by this formidable adversary, he is seduced by the world’s creature comforts. Financial stability, social connection, predictability, feeling safe. Isn’t it right to be practical? Why venture into the desert where privation may… probably will … pounce?

Terror occludes his heart.

Despite trepidation, he steps his toes into the river of life, immersing in its flow. The water wheel whirrs and churns. Fate is in charge now. On the downward slide he endures the sting of serpents’ tongues and battles underworld demons wreaking havoc. Thankfully, he is guided by the gods, too, and on the upswing enjoys times of ease and success. Rarely does he find rest, though. Our weary traveler knows intuitively that peace abides in the still point, the axis of the circle. If only he can get there, he will ride the Ferris Wheel with grace and poise, notwithstanding countless revolutions.

After a lifetime of trials and tempests, balance is restored to our hero as divine blessing. He discovers his life was well lived all along. Triumphant, he is crowned with glory, having mastered the mercurial slings and arrows of fortune and misfortune. His calling is fulfilled. His joy is real. His passion an enduring fire. Equanimity presides.

Moral of the Story: The hero’s journey cannot be undertaken by tremulous hearts. But, courageous pilgrims, be comforted. Victory is assured.

At the request of a few “fans,” I expanded my guitar riff a bit. It’s still a pretty short tune, but it feels complete. Hope you enjoy!

My sister, Jeanne, and I are doing weekly creative projects to challenge ourselves, and this week’s project was to create something musical. Of course, composition is my “go to,” but the way I made this a unique project for me was to use the “guitar” feature on my electric piano. I really love this little tune and plan to expand upon it.

Guitar Riff

Attached is my latest piano piece. It feels appropriate for the season.

Loss of Hope
How can we bear it
Feel the pain of hearts breaking
One moment longer

Surprise Blessing
The money ran out
A job found its way to me
Miracles are real

Rituals (Meditation)
Breathe in slow, slower
Focus on relaxation
Let everything go

Signs
“Look down,” said a Voice
Eyes spy a four-leaf clover
Peeking through the grass

Blossoming
Where do they come from
These beautiful melodies
Playing my fingers

Beauty of Children:

Pure, open wonder
A child sees love in all things
I wish I could, too

Beauty of Earth: [Ireland]

Ancient stones speak truth
The secrets of our forebears
Revealed in bedrock

Beauty of Light: [Diamonds]

Facets sparkle bright
Radiant colors of light
Penetrate us all

Beauty of Bliss: [Creative work]

I move, You respond
Together we make something
Never made before

Beauty of Birds: [Eagles]

High above the fray
Freedom flies over the clouds
Perfect vision reigns

[In search of peace]

His tread raced my blood
Rage and fright imprisoned me
How can I escape?

[Forgiveness]

Finger trap clutches
Wolf severs paw to get free
Why is that a crime?

[Grace in nature]

Breeze caresses me
Whispers gently in my ear
You are always loved

[Acceptance of loss]

Mementos of love
All forgotten memories
Return to soothe me

[Physical comfort/peace]

Smelling salts revive
Rhythmic waves swallow me whole
Imbibing my tears