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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Inspired Writing?

~A Frost Covered Message of Hope~

Do you believe in inspired writing? Has it ever happened to you? A wave of insights, images, or thoughts so profound you must stop at once, grab a pen, and paper in hopes to capture it before it's gone. *Poof* The words come like waves, and images, in an audible voice inside your head that is your voice but is not your voice. The urge resonates deep within your soul, and you know it is a message, an encouragement, a truth you need to hear and serves as a road map of where you've been or where you need to go.

I've had this happen to me many times, especially with song writing, or when my heart was seeking solace, answers, or peace. It happened yesterday after I read all of your loving comments, emails and posts on Facebook about my post, "Crashing Into Me." I was overwhelmed, in a good way, by your love, support, and caring. I started crying, the good kind of crying that cleanses a heart. I could not hold back the flood of tears that covered my cheeks in a wet, warm shower of tender, healing kisses.

I got up to get a tissue and looked outside the kitchen window. There had been a heavy frost the night before, and the sun had just poked her smiling face up over the Lily Pad. I saw a patch of grass that had been thawed by the morning light. It was nestled between long fingers of frost still clutching the hillside like a vice, and instantly saw it as a parallel to my brain, my trauma, and what it feels like being buried under layers of PTSD.

Below is what came to me in a flood, and a flurry, of handwritten words that took less than 5 minutes to compose in one of my art journals. I am sharing it with you with no editing---for when it comes from the Universe, God, your Higher Power or whatever you choose to call it--it needs no editing. It is what it is---just as it is.

"This morning the earth, the grass, the fallen leaves were covered in frost--icy white and sparkling--a blanket of frigid stars that cover life, the former warmth of summer now gone. Soon the sun peeked up behind the trees that line my sky, like soldiers with no place to go except to guard the hilltop, and shade the yard.

As the sun crawled through a break in the trees she laughed at the frost and the frost ran away. Dewy green patches came alive like Easter grass. Her arms had not yet reached all the shadows or shaded areas--but she wasn't worried or hurried.
She knows her power and is not afraid of doing too little or too much at once. She waits for the birds to sing a song of joy as they flit and fly in her warmth.

My eyes grabbed a hold of this splendid moment as a recognition--a validation--a metaphor. Part of my brain is sleeping under a frost covered grave. It doesn't know the sunshine, "the truth", is nearby--shining like a torch to break up and melt the lies. The fears. The scary places that so desperately need some truth, some love, some understanding, some forgiveness, some kindness, some affirmations, some holding, cuddling--saying it's OK.
It has been cold, and it has been so very lonely.

Crevices fill up with debris--sometimes they need a howling wind to stir them--awaken them to the need to be free of the leftovers life deposited in their gullets.
In the trees a crow caws and scoffs at the sun--preferring the frosty places. It's a scavenger, waiting.

But the sun--my heart, my soul, my rope to the heavens--just keeps climbing over the shadows. The clock is in motion and nothing can stop the spinning wheels of renewed life except God or the
Universe her/himself. How lovely, and fresh, and baby green is the grass (all the places I buried my fears) when they've been shown the light.

Oh sunshine--come in. I welcome you. I need you. I've been cold for far too long. This little bird is going to fly! No frosty fingers will hold me down, away from a sunshine sky."


I took this photo about an hour
after I wrote the love letter from the Universe.
This little bird was singing from its heart,
basking in the sunlight.

20 comments:

  1. FYI: an interesting article about inspired writing...
    http://www.creativity-portal.com/articles/naomi-rose/inspired-writing.html

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  2. Not only was the bird signing from his heart, and basking in the light, so are you! That was beautiful.

    And yes, when the messages come they need to find their way to paper or song.

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  3. Lille- how sweet that you sang this to a bird. Lovely letter of gratitude to the Sun and it's cronies. I love inspired writing. ~rick

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  4. Where language ends, music begins.

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  5. Oh it is so nice to meet you too. Thanks for coming an visiting me. How did you find me? As you see I am in the music world with my husband.

    By the way I have a few idea's for you with the PTS thing.

    My husband and I have been going to a consitutional homeopathic Dr. for many many years. For one Aconite is a major homeopathic remedy for PTS. It is best to have your own case taken to see your special homeopathic remedy that fits your issue. You can take it and your other meds. There is much help in this homeopathic world for major emotional issues that effected your body and soul and spirit.

    for example I found this.
    http://www.amcofh.org/Medical/post-traumatic-stress-disorder.html

    What part of the country do you live in? We are doing a concert tour to CA and AZ and flying out to Oaklahoma city and driving home to Oregon around Christmas.
    www.johndoan.com

    Did you play at Woodstock???

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  6. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
    Thank you for sharing.
    xo

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  7. What a blessing you are to me! Those words were beautiful! I feel the warmth and it is good. My eyes are wet with happiness for you...

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  8. As long as we have breath within us there is hope of a new day dawning. It is good to read that yours is finally breaking after a dark cold night.

    Be Well

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  9. I know exactly what you mean by those moments when something profound just comes.A beautiful post.

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  10. beautiful - the story and the photo! it's been a while since i was over this way and i've missed being here - have a great day!

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  11. That is beautiful. You know the path to your healing - the answers are right there within you. How magical that a little door opened up and this came out. I love the idea of the sun "she wasn't worried or hurried. She knows her power and is not afraid of doing too little or too much at once." The sun is your own inner strength shining through. And you are brave enough, generous enough to share that journey with us. Thank you.

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  12. You were brave before, you will be again.
    Soon.
    XoX

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  13. You were brave before, you will be again.
    Soon.
    XoX

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  14. The teacher will appear when the student is ready. Your inspired writing and "awakening" to the warmth of the sun is just the beginning for you and your teacher. There is such great wisdom and healing that can be found in nature, in you. Listen to the whispers of Hope, the wisdom of Light, the wisdom of Healing, the wisdom of Love. Each step, each new dawn will guide you and give you strength and courage to move forward, out of the darkness and into the Light, your Light!
    May your Light shine bringing Healing, Forgiveness, Creativeness, Hope and Love. May the sun and Light chase away the shadows and fears of PTSD and may you always know that even on the darkest day, the sun shines above the clouds, waiting for the right time to chase the clouds away bringing with it a rainbow of Hope and Love. The Light will always overtake the shadows. May your heart shine today, may your fears recede forever as the Light takes over the darkness and may your Light forever shine! (it already does) Blessings to you and yours. Love and Light, Nina P

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  15. the muse :-)

    *sends big watercat hugs.
    thinking of ya!

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  16. the muse :-)

    *sends big watercat hugs.
    thinking of ya!

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  17. Thank you all! I can feel your hugs as though your arms are literally around me. Tonight is the first night to start my treatment with the new counselor. Superman is taking me for a hike before to help get the ants outta muh pants. Not ants allowed in your monkey pants. Opie sez so...

    I'm so ready to begin this new journey. One day at a time applies. Hugzzzz!

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  18. Yes, this has happened to me. I wish it happened more often because it is usually some of my best work.
    I couldn't sleep Friday night. Occasional insomnia. So, Saturday I kept going and going... finally fell into bed exhausted around 10pm. Lo and behold, I could not sleep because I heard something that wanted to be written down. So, I got up. I wrote. I smiled. I went to sleep and woke refreshed.
    The poem is titled 'Code blue (wake me when it's over)...'
    Please read it, dear.
    We have both heard words of hope in us. It's a good sign.

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  19. The bird is a Cedar Waxwing heading for warmer weather and BERRIES! They are fools for berries, especially fermented berries that make them a little drunk. I've corralled many and put them in the garage to sober up to fly again the next day. The corralling is to keep them from the local cats (mine included). Little wonders covered in feathers with people fallibility's. How I love them!
    aldcat

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