“You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.
Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them.”

~ Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull ~

Friday, January 28, 2011

Pagan Art Journaling and a Present to Myself

Aradia's Cauldron is sponsoring 52 weeks of Pagan journaling, which I'm very excited about. I'm pulling out an old journal I started years ago and dusting it off. I might even include it in my New Moon ritual to give it extra power and intention!

This is an excerpt from Aradia's blog:
"Starting in February, with Brighid's celebration of Imbolc, I'm starting 52 weeks of pagan art journaling project. So join me if you like as I post weekly prompts to get you thinking about what your path means to you, in words and art!"
Doesn't that sound like fun? Click here to whiz on over to Aradia's Cauldron to get more information. Why not sign up while you're there? It's going to be fun . . . and there's no pressure! Whew!

I also wanted to share this beautiful offering bowl I bought from Etsy. The designer is Diana De Baun . The picture just doesn't do it justice. The colors are amazing and it has an awesome energy. I can't wait to share it with the Goddess!

Have a fantastic weekend!


1 comment:

libramoon said...

Bearing Water for Brigid

Sketches for a water vessel --
bottle and message bob on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls
at the root of desire.
All who hear: Imagine
Rock faces erode
exposed to wind, to grit, to rain
and hail.
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
Creates place, surface to paint
diffusement of emotion
beatitude, foment of dueling farce.
Charismatic gems
harsh edges polished pure
blend in the dark
become enchanting
wish granting.
Enthusing brief infusion
of giddy illusion
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
Catch that glint, a secret
clue revealing
purpose, meaning.
wild eternal child,
ages' flamboyant fool

(Voice rains from within)

A wound is a sacred vessel
Pain carves into flesh
Carries sense memory
Carries the seed
Of its own demise
Sentient feeling
Engulfed in life
Learns anew to be whole

Wounded with the potential for wisdom
The prize applies when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking, suffering
aching to censure what future we admire
Redefine the schizm
This wound is our project
To heal, discover the vision
Realign the seam to fit
self-framed landscape
not lose or win
Let loose that genie of desire
Ride rushing blood streams
Build a roaring pyre of grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities
Revile that old refrain: "life is pain" or a game
to be lost
No Faustian bargain
Just a
rambling adventure
of daring
to explore
essence of ecstasy
Don't wait for the rest to see
and demur
Take pleasure
Stretch your sail
Take sight of your guiding star
The only failure is self-denial
in favor of the vile lie
that pain is destiny
instead of faithful friend
lending energy
for change

Slice vivid memories
Exult in their flavor
Savor the tastes, the textures
Enliven your way

In the end
The vessel breaks
There the Goddess stirs

2011 Aquarius