A metaphor of the heart

Originally, I wanted to write a story that reflected, I had control of the situation. It seemed more like a delusional story. Instead, this metaphor resonates more clearly to me about life. We have control, but we also have to live with the life that happens around us.

Living with Courage

So often I feel like I am standing at the edge of a pool watching. I’ll see someone or something of interest, slide into the silky water, my focus on what caught my eye. At some point, the water gets rough, the currents push me around, the water is colder than I thought… I turn my head to see how far I am from the edge of the pool, should I go back?

There is no edge of the pool, I am in the middle of the ocean! What do I do?!

Keep swimming.

Eventually, that scene that caught my eye will materialize within reach and I know I will be overjoyed that I persevered.

In the mean time, my heart swims on.

Author and artist – Earthen Inspiration

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Puzzled

the vessel broken

shattered

 

a puzzle

a beautiful image

 

light beaming

through the lines

 

not diminishing

beauty

 

 

showing

container to small

 

for

light within

 

soul’s

living art

 

 

 

 

 

words: Earthen Inspiration

Image: Expansion and the City of London
Bronze, Electricity and Mixed Media
76” height x 35 “ width x 17” depth (with pedestal)
Artist Proof 1/1 – photographed in London, UK

A metaphor of the heart

So often I feel like I am standing at the edge of a pool watching. I’ll see someone or something of interest, slide into the silky water, my focus on what caught my eye. At some point, the water gets rough, the currents push me around, the water is colder than I thought… I turn my head to see how far I am from the edge of the pool, should I go back?

There is no edge of the pool, I am in the middle of the ocean! What do I do?!

Keep swimming.

Eventually, that scene that caught my eye will materialize within reach and I know I will be overjoyed that I persevered.

In the mean time, my heart swims on.

 

Author and artist – Earthen Inspiration

 

the shadow side has hope

Briefly I peaked out at you
That glint behind
The green iris of my eye
That was me

I was there
Confident in my calm
Firm in my ability
But …

We woke the child

The child numb with inattention
The one hiding
Under the table
Rocking and holding her head

I think, maybe you noticed her?
You called to her
Intentionally or not
She heard you

She recognized your voice
And peered shyly
From her self made cave
With wide eyes of desperation

You spoke softly to her
She took a small step
You whispered
she ran into your arms

You weren’t prepared for
The dirty little match girl
With icy hands
And frozen feet

She was close to dead
Under nourished
Frozen
Dressed in rags

I, the glint you saw in
A mostly green eye,
Didn’t know she was hiding
Until you called her out

As much as I love her
She was a mess
She thrashed
She screamed

We cried

I had to thaw her feet
Warm her hands
Feed her
The pain was excruciating

For both of us

She is warm now
Content in the knowledge
She is cared for
And loved

I, the glint, am back
I can once again
Face the world
With confidence

I hold her close
She is content
But…

Can you forgive her?

For surprising you?

Can you see
The child you saved
The goddess you warmed
As they are today?

I, the glint behind
The iris of an eye,
Hopes you can…

We have life
and love to share

With the beautiful
Soft voice that called to us
From the living side
Of the veil

 

Author: M Alexander-Deakins

 

An Invitation

What a magnificent event, that eclipse! The portal is still open and will be for the next week-ish. I am diligently working  on co-creating with Divinity in my life. Co-creating light that can brighten the idyllic bubble I live in.

Come join me! Leave the reactivity, the assumptions.

We will see each other here. We will, in whole-hearted courage, allow each other the room to be… real. Pain will happen, but also healing. The two go together. Without judgment, without taking mistakes personally. Yes, I know this is tall order.

Hence, Courage. 

The reward?

Connection. 

 

Note: I originally wrote this and posted it with a Yoda like grammatical syntax. I decided that this Invitation is much more serious than trying to be silly. Truly – I invite you to consider the concept of allowing yourself to ‘live with courage’ (as phrased by Brené Brown) with a ‘seeing’ you reserve for those you cherish most. I have faith that you will not be disappointed.

Author: M Alexander-Deakins

Photo: Donna Lee

Rising From Ashes

She
has awoken
the tomb’s seal has cracked
hope gleams through the crevices of wax
no longer is her light consumed
by creatures deep
that need to sleep
Shining forth
to share
warm light gently rising
caressing
slowly melting
landscape
long shadowed in
times’ embrace
Hope warms
joy pulsates
excitement comes alive
her flame uncovered
illuminating reserves thought
lost with youth
to find…
radiance abounds
strength lives
companions to
wisdom
fused in
One Love
now Incandescent
she lives
Present
Now
Author:
M Alexander-Deakins
Image:

Light

Connection to the world around me is sacred. I love to find the sweet, soft emerald moss that hides in sheltered places, the shy violet that grows under an apple tree, the mountain stream that giggles it’s way down a mountain, a magnificent sunrise or sunset. I love the bond between horse and rider as each connects with the other, communicating on a plane other then mere earth. These treasures seem like spirits to me, and kindred at that.

I live in Alaska were winters can be long and dark.  I find the weather can be depressing and it often feels never ending.  Still, when the gift of a spirit that connects with me comes in human form it is like basking in long missed sunlight. One can survive long dark winters appreciating every stray sunbeam you come across. Yet, to me, a kindred spirit is like being able to retreat to a brightly sunlit beach, with the gentle aroma of salt, the calming rhythm of the waves, the sun beaming into my shoulders and a gentle breeze caressing my face.

I am grateful for all of the kindred spirits in my life. From my dear childhood friends to the kindred spirits I have discovered on line, to the souls that brighten my life each day.

Each is a shaft of sunlight to my soul.