Say to your hidden self: I am sorry.

Say to your hidden self: I am sorry

I didn’t know you were in here. I am here now.

(a new writing and the underbelly of a painting in process)

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Say to your hidden self

Say to your hidden self:

I am sorry. I didn’t know you were in here. I am here now.

I didn’t know, how to speak to you.

I am willing to learn your language. Show me the ways.

I don’t know how to approach you.

Yet I will try…in the humble desire of becoming.

Let me be supple in my invitations.

Say to your hidden self: (as if looking into the eyes of one you love)

I love you, even without knowing you, really.

Yet I have always known you…somehow.

May these words be an offering, on your altar.

I am here now. I know I didn’t listen.

I know it was a long ride home. Please. Forgive me.

I am ready to show up.

I wasn’t taught how to think about you.

Let alone that it was okay, to feel how I feel.

Now that I know that you are here, I am at home.

Say to your hidden self: (as if you are speaking to a child you knew, now grown)

When I was yet a little one, we talked and played.

Now that I am grown, I hope we can talk and play again!

I want to know, what I have been hiding from myself!

I have no interest in being asleep to you!

I trust, that all the stories I have already lived,

can be useful preparation for this encounter.

You are so much bigger since the last time I saw you.

You are beautiful. I have missed you.

Would you join me for a cup of tea? We have so much to talk about…

Say to your hidden self (now more revealed…)

I have been waiting for you. I see your edges ripple.

I shall wait no more, but be here, where you are. S

how me, dearest soul, how to live as myself.

~ Shiloh Sophia

January 15, 2017 #IMAGINE
#IntentionalCreativity #Paintforayearandaday
#WIP Work in Progress for the IMAGINE Course from Cosmic Cowgirls

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Dear One,

There is much work that can happen, regardless of the chaos around us, to tend the chaos within us. For me, it begins with a conversation with the soul. The often hidden self that speaks all the time, but will we listen?

When I paint, I listen with the inside ears and see with the inside eyes. For oh so many years I have created in this way and tasted the sweetness of this inquiry. And today I share it with you. I hope it speaks to you where you are. How you do listen to the hidden self?

Must we say I am sorry? I think the humility in the offer of moving from one who has not listened well to being willing to listen is an awesome place to say I am sorry. Works for me. Once the apologies are spoken, we move on. No longer in apology but walking unapologetic, into a deepening relationship with soul.

If this is not useful, leave this email to washed clean in the rains and it will be carried towards another who needs it…

With a river of love from the Red Thread Cafe between tomorrow and today,

www.cosmiccowgirls.com

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This is where the inquiry started a few days ago – filmed live for IMAGINE.

Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.


Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes?

What is the soul? I cannot stop asking.