Day 1 Wild Musings with Renee Magnusson
One of my all time favourite movies, ‘Starman’, has a memorable scene where Starman (Jeff Bridges—a pleasure all by himself) brings a deer back to life. I cry every time. Although a little clumsy in the film itself (on the millionth view!), something about the open armed stance of Starman as he gestures at the deer to be free, tugs at something primal in me. When I read Renee’s prompts for today re ancient ritual, that is what sprung to my mind, that release, freeing another being.
Perhaps it came to mind because one of my cats, Kaden who is also diabetic, has a uti and I have to give him liquid antibiotic twice a day. He is such a love and so docile but I have to hold him fairly tight in a full body hug on a bar stool to give him this medicine. The first day, I had no chance to place him back on the floor after the medicine, he leapt over top of my arm and landed gracefully shaking his head. Once I realised I could just let him go, I did. I became Starman in the movie…well, stance-wise anyway. I feel good letting him go and he obviously feels good springing onto the floor. Not as dramatic, but still…
Hhmmm…does release equal pleasure for me?
Monday mornings I art journal along with Effy Wild during her live Prayers to the Moon where we journal out our feelings then art over them. I love the ease-in to the week, the clean slate, perhaps a setting of intentions. And what better way to start the week than with a dollop of art. I’ve also discovered that these little sheets of art paper that I use are lighter than the ones I usually use for my art and they end up with a unique feel, like soft parchment or old leather. They feel like ancient wisdom in my hands. I perch that week’s art by my computer for the week so I see it every day.
Today’s followed Effy’s idea quite closely, with a twirling, falling maple leaf. My quote: If it no longer serves, let it go. Easy to say but for me, very very hard to do. So much resistance. But what if the pleasure of releasing outweighed the fear and the resistance? From everything people have ever told me, I won’t miss the things. And the space, that openness of breathing space, will be very freeing. So they say. And really, so I know in my bones.
brown moth on headboard
in the dark, where does it rest?
I flit from dream to dream
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