Cloth needed to go on the wall. for Looking. but before that there needed to be some housekeeping. Not just moving things Off the wall to make space, but to clear space, to clean. I vacuumed and ordered. Moved things that Were on walls to other places, some folded away. At first i am thinking, not enough walls, but then that it's good this way. Is a certain kind of ordering that has the quality of Ritual. Cleansing for the work of the Now.
looks very different on the Wall. Spacious. and i remember thinking that it was as if there were Rooms. Rooms where different things were spoken of. yes. still seems this way.
this lower left corner.
it is said that when facing fear, it is important to have a sense of inner protector. and when you grow up with parents who did not protect you in some way, then cultivating a "protector" kind of inner energy is very difficult.
waking in the night, i lie there, thinking about this, looking into an unprotected night mind…nothing i could call protector shows up. Just me and the dark. So i have been thinking about this and what i've been able to come up with so far, is that Imagination is my inner protector. Has been since i can remember. Imagination.
Imagination as a life force that is constantly there.
Imagination as the Energetic Entity that is the Door.
Imagination, the female energy that encourages birth of the new, Protects what is born.
Imagination, that held me, helped me stand and go when the rest of the world, the world i seem to have been born into, that world, when that world seemed flat and unwelcoming, because there just was no welcome there for any one.
But Imagination took me in. Taught me. Educated me. Protected me.
so…this lower left corner. It's where i'll begin now, first. Making a "house", a shelter for Imagination. Welcoming and in Gratitude.
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