common blackbird blessed are you heavy with rain-soaked wing trusting what you were made to be still you fly, still you sing ~ In the honesty of the present moment, I haven't much to offer in the way of words. It's been a little over six months since my surgery and the opening of this space for sharing some of my writing. I still think that was wacky timing for committing to this practice, which has been equal parts enjoyable and challenging. Ongoing health and energetic issues make everything in my day to day life a bit challenging. Throw current events into the mix, and...I probably don't have to spell that out... Although I turned off the paid subscription option a few months ago, it feels important to be consistent in sharing as I have been for the next six months in order to complete the year that some folks paid for in advance. I still have a few "founding" folks' personal pieces to compose and send. Beginning in September I will be closing the door of my archives and Brigid's Hearth at Oak Abbey in order to step more fully into the creative moment and whatever that may bring. I will always be thankful for the gifts of expression that have come over the years, but they are beginning to feel like clothes that no longer fit; which post-hysterectomy is also happening with my actual clothes! Gratitude. Grief. Growth. It's All Good. One little change from this point forward is that I am releasing myself from the pressure of including a photo with my posts. I am not a photographer, and it can feel daunting to find the "right" old photo from my camera roll to recycle, or to feel like I have to take yet another default candle photo in my room! I know it's silly and no one really cares; it's just undue pressure I put on myself. Having any internet presence at all is a stretch for me, and I am finally accepting that. With much respect for my many attempts and my graveyard of blogs, and deep thanks to everyone who has taken time to read anything I have posted anywhere over the last 30 years. I am a very simple, sappy, tired little woman...and that's okay. I'm not giving up. I'm just trusting what I was made to be. Love and Peace, Courage and Strength to those with heavy wings. ~Cheryl Anne
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You are like that dear blackbird my dear Sister. Whether Spirit draws you into creativity or into Sabbath rest, trust Her voice. I read your offering shortly after Denise and I both saw a brown cow bird hanging out in our back garden. Earlier the house finches, golden finches, and cardinals had been at our feeders. They known the storm is coming and so they prepare. While I don’t know where they go to weather the storms, they know at least one place where they can find nourishment and kindness… kind of like where I know we can find nourishment and kindness here. 💖🙏✨🌹