What force, what power, might be ushered in to rectify the damage of old limiting beliefs?*
At first I thought: movement, dynamism, light. Wheels and lightening.
I am the student and the teacher. I am the raptor and the tether-holder. I am the arms and the wings uplifted as well as the stones lying flat, secured by grass roots and gravel.
Perhaps even the tether and raptor hood (not shown) are part of becoming free? If used in service of flight? In service of relationship to that which is wild?
I take my collage to mean getting unstuck and banishing my lack of faith with support, with tried and true tools, by putting one foot after another on a traveled path.
Writing a novel is like going out to sea, alone. I think Natalie Goldberg said that.
So the idea of walking a well-tended path, where help shows up now and then is revolutionary.
Below are a few digital responses. My printer isn’t cooperating, so they may not make it to glue and page.
I just turned off Jay Sekulow. There is only so much I can take (hood?)
Prompt #20 in full:
Let’s suppose a thought held by many has been powerful enough to jettison The Occupant once and for all. Why stop there? Why not just assume that for the duration of responding to this prompt you’re Empress of Everything.
What will you usher in to begin to rectify the damage incurred by the agent of destruction you’ve banished?
See also my Flickr album. SoulCollage and the tags here on the blog