In my inbox. Pure poetry....

• Shiloh Sophia <shiloh@shilohsophiastudios.com>
 
• 18 Feb at 5:55 PM

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• michaela.mcgrath@yahoo.co.uk

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One day you will look  and find the place you never looked before that has been there all along.

WIP Legend - Oracle and Ally - Working title - Coming Closer

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One day you will look and find the place you never looked before that has been there all along. Then you will remember though you won’t be fully certain what it is you remember. You just feel it and know it without words. Then you will walk into the forest the one you have walked in many times only this time you see the secret doors. Doors you imagined existed but had no idea where to look. Somehow you just knew there were secret doors that needed opening by you. You will know that you have prepared all of your life to knock on the secret doors now made visible to you. You however, will not be prepared at all for the surprising access. This sacred rite is a gift of grace that you will have to live into. You may choose not to look all at once. You will find messages you wrote to yourself that you don’t remember writing. You will find maps that you drew to places you have never been but have always missed. You will step out of who you have carefully crafted yourself to be and into who you already are and it will be natural It will be natural, once you get used to flying without wings or need for certainty. You will want to tell everyone about the secret doors we can’t see because we aren’t looking with the eyes of the heart the ones we didn’t know were there. Take your time, there is no hurry here. Little darlin' take your time.

P.S. I don't have a title for the poem yet, if you do, come comment. I don't want to be too obvious like Hidden Doors, but not to obtuse either, like Access. Thoughts on the title?

Photo by Jonathan McCloud

Dear One Michaela, Discovering secret doors in times of need helps us to stay awake. That's why I write as my morning practice. During hard times, I like to pray in paintand poetry. It is how I stay in my heart. I am so sorry for what is happening around the world. The desire to shut down can be huge. I must first turn inward then my gaze will be steadywhen I look at my fellow country people. All of them, every single one is a part ofthe unfolding story. Listening to the poets and the tears of the poets, helps me discover my place, like this below from Kate Tempest. I love the NOVA one because it just focuses on her - but the other series is Part One of several extremely moving pieces on who we are and where we are. It isn't uplifting per say if you look with ordinary eyes. But to me, it looks like hope because there is consciousnss.

I know that the tragedy in Florida has rippled through our hearts and our circles and our homes. We don't need to know them to mourn them. It is so difficult to let it in, it just crashes in whether we try to block it our not. The shootings these past few years have their own domain of mourning within the constellation of grief I tend as part of my wild garden. The things I read about it - including the hashtags and the language is all we can muster - yes -we remember- but what can we do? Many of us feel helpless. In Intentional Creativity it is not unlike putting your mask on first if you are on an airplane. Take care of yourself so you are well enough to tend others. This is just one thing among many. So for those of you who feel called who are students of Intentional Creativity - 17 stars - dots - sprinkles into whatever canvas can bear it. Pray how you pray. Get conscious and present. We can't block it out but we also can't let it interupt our personal pysyche to the degree we become incapable of caring for ourselves and our loved ones. Well activism stems from being well ourselves first. Deep into my LEGEND process I keep thinking of everything as a myth - a story unfolding with villians and heroes. And I am a part of that story and have agency and sovereignty to act. This helps with some context. I don't have more wisdom right now. So many tugging on the red thread for what is needed. Holding my piece of creativity as resiliency strongly. blessings dear heart written with tear stained keyboard and fingers on a much needed day off in which I choose to write poetry, and send it to you. writing to you is acknowledging my experience, and inving you to yours and creating openings from which to act. Will you pick up the pen and tell your story? It helps make contact with those secret doors hidden within. Shiloh Sophia

May Love Be At The Center of All Choices