turning up // through the doorway
Dec. 23rd, 2015 02:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pondhopVia C Streetlight chez Kat McNally's:
I have a 2016 doorways calendar from The Fluent Self that I will likely use to track my progress in a project I've been working on intermittently for the better part of a decade.
Speed is relative. It doesn't make me feel good when a longtime friend mentions that his stepdaughter achieved within weeks what has been taking me the better part of a decade to study toward. But his stepdaughter is more than a decade younger than me, and split among fewer devotions. I am getting better at forgiving myself for being the turtle rather than the rabbit. (I've always been okay about being the ant rather than the grasshopper.)
The Free Will astrology for the last full week of the year> is already up. Golly. "Illuminate, expand, and nourish" instead of all those other things? How daunting. How... invigorating.
It is well past my bedtime as I type this. I have not worked on anything I intended to tonight, but the ghosts I attended to are providing ballast to the seesaw my feet must remain planted on when the sun rises. Somewhere between the slack loops of ribbon and the taut, there is the bow that is so beautiful that one can barely bring oneself to undo it -- that exquisite tension between known beauty and the possession of discovery.
This entry was originally posted at http://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/398728.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.
Haven't you ever been caught in a moment, a magnetic swirl of a moment, when you knew--just knew--that something magical was taking place?
You might feel as if a portal into Something has opened at your heart to release a sort of energy into your own private universe, telling you, "Remember your magic…"
Think of three important portal points -- one in the past, the present, and one you hope to have in the future -- and join them together into one powerful and personal gateway into 2015.
Where will walking through this gateway lead you in this upcoming new year?
I have a 2016 doorways calendar from The Fluent Self that I will likely use to track my progress in a project I've been working on intermittently for the better part of a decade.
Speed is relative. It doesn't make me feel good when a longtime friend mentions that his stepdaughter achieved within weeks what has been taking me the better part of a decade to study toward. But his stepdaughter is more than a decade younger than me, and split among fewer devotions. I am getting better at forgiving myself for being the turtle rather than the rabbit. (I've always been okay about being the ant rather than the grasshopper.)
The Free Will astrology for the last full week of the year> is already up. Golly. "Illuminate, expand, and nourish" instead of all those other things? How daunting. How... invigorating.
It is well past my bedtime as I type this. I have not worked on anything I intended to tonight, but the ghosts I attended to are providing ballast to the seesaw my feet must remain planted on when the sun rises. Somewhere between the slack loops of ribbon and the taut, there is the bow that is so beautiful that one can barely bring oneself to undo it -- that exquisite tension between known beauty and the possession of discovery.
This entry was originally posted at http://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/398728.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.