Wonder…as a verb, as a noun.
the key, maybe to the Fertile Void is WAIT. she says to wait. trust.
like i am teaching Minnow. before lunging through the door, the gate, ………… wait. i tell her. her whole self quivers…over time, she will be still and chill, and wait….then…go, trusting that there is always the Going.
and What if the Fertile Void could be where Wonder is valued for itself? does not Become….anything else….is just
wonder. ?????
Not sure if this is exactly what you are describing but I came across this in my reading and it really helped me with a situation I was tempted to rush in and try to “fix”. This is from the book: “Coming Home to Myself”.
“Holding an inner or outer conflict quietly instead of attempting to resolve it quickly is a difficult idea to entertain. It is even more challenging to experience! However, as Carl Jung believed, if we held the tension between the opposing forces, there would emerge a third way, which would unite and transcend the two. Indeed, he believed that this transcendent force was crucial to individuation. Whatever the third way is, it usually comes as a surprise, because it has not penetrated our defenses until now. A hasty move to resolve tension can abort growth of the new. If we can hold conflict in psychic utero long enough, we can give birth to something new in ourselves.”
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Apparently there are several books with that title. It’s this one: “Coming Home to Myself: Daily Reflections for a Woman’s Body and Soul” by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick
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The idea of waiting as a dimension of trust is new to me – always more to discover.
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I can just picture Minnow.. quivering with excitement. Wonder, Trust, just going, voids, ..very good words to listen deeply to and Breathe. And to be able to do so in amongst the gardens.
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The wonderful capture of a sunflower piggyback rider.
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yes…so much. a
third way
that would be a surprise….never imagined…..
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love so much that you read M Woodman
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love your use of words here…
dimension
of
trust
dimension….a Place
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it’s Alive
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how that happened….Wind….
i tried to “stake” them….but the bamboo sticks won’t
go down more than some few inches, before meeting rock. won’t hold, so
they tilt
these two, so lovingly
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