The Healing Spiral
raen1111

This is dedicated to my sisters, who have been down the same road as me. 

Even though we don't see each other every day, I somehow feel we move through our days with our arms linked.

 Thanks for all the gifts you have given me!

 Here is a small gift for you.  Some of the things that have helped and supported me as I have been on this spiraled, healing journey.

 The music is highlighted in yellow ~ just click on the large yellow words (song title or artist names) and you will be taken to the song on YouTube.

 With love from me to you ~







For the times you need to sound your "barbaric yawp" (hint, just click below and it will take you to the song :)

Shake it Out - Florence and the Machine





When you need to have sweet dreams ~

Afterglow - Phaeleh



When you forgive, remember that the Universe has a way of making things right (for you and everyone else, you just can't worry about it)!






When it is time to let it all just burn away ~


Passenger - Lisa Hannigan




Sometimes, the only thing you have to do is let go . . . 




This is the song I talked about in group.  "Cooling" by Tori Amos ~ for me it is a calming, healing song that helps me let go of the pain and "cool" my mind.

Cooling ~ Tori Amos










When we come together, in support and love.  When we share our truth, we begin the healing spiral.

Three Women - Domestic Science Club






Here are to those who have made it through the storm, and to all the good things we are becoming!


Best Day of Your Life ~ Katie Herzig
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polaroid morning
raen1111


 
I felt like a broken puzzle.
Puzzling over all the pain.
He held me, in warm arms
and told me, that to him,
I didn’t seem broken at all. 

There is dust all around me.
He pulls it out of the thin air
and in his mind’s eye, turns
the particles into soaring stars.

They aren’t ghosts, as much
as they are little stories. 

And in his heart, he keeps
a polaroid picture of every
dream I have ever dreamt.
And just as I had forgotten
them, he pulls out the reminder.
 

I do remember, I know who I am.
 

He takes me to Blue Stem Hall.
We dance and whisper and create.
He buys me boxes of dusty cameras.
He holds his hand over everything
I hold dear, he knows how to protect.


We are tin type picture in oval frame.
We are red satin, lining the worn purple
velvet of a long ago dreaming.
We are hands held in soft loving, as we
walk through the glorious colors
of a day fading.

We are the two hawk morning,
and the new day dawning.
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being the storm
raen1111

 
I can blow open your dreams,

it is just in the way I breathe.

Butterflies float by on lazy

breeze, hummingbirds flit

becoming beating heart of

ancient tree ~  Mary stands

in green corner, yellow

flowers float above her head.

There is a ghost standing in

the shadows, I know her,

she is a darker humming of me.

She holds out her arms, all

the bruises have long ago faded.

All the scratches have been stitched

closed.   Behold the patchwork promise.

 

And the one with sweet, straight

lines drinks all the tears with

quiet words and magic hands. 

My roots have found their coordinate

in the spider web twist, in the lightening

bug lantern.  My way is lit and shining.

 

And he will hold me, with steady arms

even as I call the storm into being.
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zion
raen1111

 
I can’t quite remember the story,

just its broken hinges beginning.

Preying over my prayer,

Sweet light sitting in quiet pools,

butterfly wing dust on your cheek.

The breeze crouching in the corner

just waiting to surprise.

The red and white cliffs rise above

the Virgin. She twists her way

Across the green valley,

spitting  men out of her mouth.

There are whispers on the angel

stair.  The light one on my left,

while the shadow clings to my right.

She is the watery lover, wishing

herself into being, drawing her

own lines from the desert floor.

And while the doe cannot protect herself,

as dark things creep out of their caves.

She will always love,

and in her loving she will continue to

give birth to sun dappled hope, even as

her bones turn to jewels in the sand.

 
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California or Bust! 2013 Road Trip Mix ~
raen1111
It's June ~ perfect time for a road trip ~


Hope you all have some time to teeter on the edge!

Directions for use:

     1.  Fill up your tank with gas
     2.  Pop mix CD into your CD-player
     3.  Sing and drive in the direction of Highway 1
     4.  Revel in the teetering!



1.  Hero ~ Regina Spektor

(all titles are links, click to get to the songs :)


2.  Born To Hum ~ Erin McKeown

"Once in a while I complain to myself,  Nothing gets done, Nothing's in place: I would rather hum"



3.  I Don't Know ~ Lisa Hannigan 

I didn't know, but now I do ~


4.  Fun for Me ~ Moloko

Now I know what space men do with you, once you are in their ship :)


5.   Cooling ~ Tori Amos

"So then I thought I'd make some plans
The fire thought
She'd really rather be water instead"


6.  Radio ~ Lana Del Ray

My life is sweet like cinnamon ~


7.  Hey Na Na ~ Katie Herzig

Let's spend some time this summer, floating in the fountain of youth . . . .


8.  Never Let Me Down Again ~ Depeche Mode

Let's drop the top and take a ride ~


9.  Colorblind ~ Natalie Walker

"pour me out, from inside"


10.  Mad About You ~ Hooverphonic

b/c he sent me this song, and took my breath away ~ ~


11.  Best Day of Your Life ~ Katie Herzig

"Come on, jump out the door
You can't hold it down no more
I'll show you how the birds learned how to fly
Don't mind leaving your nest
Don't mind making a mess
This might be the best day of your life"


12.  Gotta Have You ~ The Weepies

"I wanna make a ray of sunshine, and never leave home"


13.  Any Other Name ~ Thomas Newman 

because this is the only life we have . . .  these are our moments . . . we choose the music we set our dreams to . . .


14.  Home ~ Lisa Hannigan



15.  The Way I Am ~ Ingrid Michaelson

"Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am."



16.  Born to Die ~ Lana Del Ray

"Come on take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain"

a call out to my inner drama queen :)



17.  High Hopes ~ The Vespers

because at heart, I will always be a country girl



18.  You and I ~ Ingrid Michaelson

I do think you are cute and funny :)



19.  Sweeter Than This ~ Katie Herzig

"Life is boxes in back of our car,
Driving around with the dreams in a jar
And it's all right here"




and with a dream in our pocket and a used tent in the backseat ~ we embark ~ not even knowing what the evening will bring but knowing it will all be good ~ teetering with you is the best thing I have ever known ~

























     




     


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l'atelier du tisserand
raen1111


he is the gentle weaver.
soft, soft
whispering the warp,
quiet fingers calling
in the waft.
the shapes melt
into the tapestry ~
raw satin edges,
snake skin, moon beams,
heart strings,
silver dreams ~

two women stand before it,
one with dark eyes
one with light.
they say the same thing,
conjoined bird song voices
they are crystal bound and
have found the way home.

but she cannot hear them,
she is long ago dreaming,
and has already jumped off the
cliff. she taught herself to
stitch tiny spells into her
soft skin ~ the pain felt
better than the void.

it was a travel down the
gravel road made on her
hands and knees ~ tear
stained face and soul filled
with scars.  journey through
the land of ghost and demons.
one to numb you, one to kill you.

if you are brave enough to die
then you will find
the one who knows
how to sing you back to being.

it is the great shifting and sifting,
it is the quiet eyes re-awakening,
it is the treasure chest song,
it is the blue sky day found
wrapped in the weaver's cloth.

it was the entrance through the
eleven arches, it was the exit
found in dark soul night.  even
with her eyes closed, she found
the way.  only her hands to lead
her home ~ back into the fire lit
safety of the one who weaves.

safe, safe, protected in the gentle
back and forth of his wave ~
his hum heard loud and strong
through all of her tumbled days.

now she sits, the women with
eyes of light and dark stand on
either side, and she watches him
with glow written across her
features ~ timeless, he moves in
the smooth sway of the quiet way ~
he takes the burden, disappears it,
he knows how to create a day.

and the one who had been lulled to
sleep has awakened herself, pulled
herself back into being and in silver
fish gratitude she sings a rainbow note ~

life is animated,
the tones ring with color ~
everything has changed.
look deep into the fabric,
and whisper your true name.
call yourself to yourself,
and fall into the arms
of the one who knows.
ouvrez votre coeur
et entrez
l'atelier du tisserand.



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snow melt day
raen1111


It is the snow melt day.
 
We have been feeling our
way along the sweetest edge.

I thought I would wait,
it was crystal shown but
not written in the stones.
 
Dark and light to balance.
 
But you are the ocean embrace
and I am tied to your tide.
 
On this day of eagles and does,
we peruse down gravel roads.
 
I have made promises, they
twine into the rooted earth.
If I am good at nothing else,
I know how to tell the truth.
 
The women pull on their lighted
raiments, we are clothed in drum
beat, we sing with the merlin call.

“lean in close, come closer, promised
and promising, you will not fall”
 
The one with dark wings, softly stole in
on full moon night, he may not know
who he is but I have known his eyes, I have
felt his key opening inside my honeycomb
heart, the snakes are rising, the sun has
spoken ~ I am stepping into thickening air.
 
I am cloaked in spider webs and I am unafraid.
 
 
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