P.S. And if anyone else is in need of an “Avoiding Overwhelm Oasis” - maybe we can learn and explore together…
Gentle Abundance I believe is available each day… with the simple moment of pausing to take a breath, even taking something OFF our list. Saying, “I was wanting to, and now this isn’t a yes. Please refund me” and getting that back.
One of the soft skills of seeking simple, allowing Hard, knowing there is love and rest even when we’re not “fulfilled” with it yet…
With a moment, too, to look in the mirror and honor our Courage… “Wow, I navigated a lot of different energies… and now for my Oasis Time…”
Love to you!
Thanks Rick. Appreciating your kind words and support.
I would love to be sitting in that gorgeous purple room with you Jewel playing with how to release the overwhelm’s that comes up. I have my own too and rage that surprises me. So maybe we could put up some rage and overwhelm bags, maybe in another rubber room and beat the crap,out of them. What do you think?
Come on in, Jean. The gorgeous purple room is open and happy for the company to release life’s overwhelms together.
And I’ll see you at the rage room too. I call that room the “R.F.P.O.” room (really F__king Pissed Off Room). Great place to release all that fiery energy in healthy, creative ways.
Hugs: Jewel
Thank you Jewel,
I’m on my way. We’re going to have fun.
I’ll even bring my own baseball bat. And snacks.
See you in a bit.
Hugs, Jean
Jean made another “rage room image” on night cafe that I wanted to add here. Also I found a humorous image on Facebook that tickled my funny bone…
Ha ha. Good one.
Nestivus! Yes!
My favorite place
Winter Garden Blooming - I’ve been exploring this idea of “loving myself into healing” and since the beginning of the year the words “winter garden blooming” have been on my mind - even though I haven’t quite known what it means, I put the phrase on my altar just to allow room for what guidance might unfold… Wrote this (rather long) poem and wanted to share here: (it may need some revision; but here is the first draft version for now)…
Winter Garden Blooming
Winter garden blooming
Deep within my bones
the quiet snowflakes glistening
on moonlit pathway stones
a whitened bower sheltering me
my breath a frosty smoke
I sit and wait impatiently
beneath the chestnut oak
The hellebores and purple heath
delight me with their beauty
but weary troubles freeze my heart
my mind all gnarled & rooty
I rise and walk the labyrinth
the crunchy snow inviting
and pray to know with clarity
the story I’m rewriting
I’m fed up with anxiety
this fear that nags & bullies
I long to walk a kinder path
untethered from these worries
A calmer me lies dormant
Beneath the frozen garden
a whole new way of living life
as I give myself a pardon
I’m free to choose from heart & soul
not strong advice from others
I’d dance in fiercer self-compassion
if I had my druthers
This winter garden growing strong
such wondrous grace unfolding
exploring gentler quieter ways
to shed the pain I’m holding
though this old chestnut shelters me
I need a warming fire
I kindle sparks of playful joy
and trust my souls’ desire…
Now dancing in the labyrinth
I feel the skakti rising
and all I need just comes to me
it really is surprising
Releasing bitterness & grief
brings songs of liberation
I thank you winter garden dear
for self-love celebration…
Glorious and inspiring. I took it all in and will let it germinate.
Thanks Rick.
Saw this on facebook today and it made me smile. I often think of trying to be my “best self” but that tends to feel like alot of pressure. This idea of being my “favorite self” seems so much more fun & inviting…
Jewel, this is beautiful . I felt tears as I read your beautiful poem. I will read it again so I can take more of your words in. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Jean.
Just wanted to drop in and say “hi”, since I’ve been quiet here for awhile. Celebrating that I managed to do some yoga today and I’m trying to have a gentle, restorative rest day (even though there are a bunch of chores to do that I haven’t quite gotten to yet).
Hope you’re all having a restful, self-care kind of Sunday. Sending group hugs (if you’re into that kind of thing)…