Le Petit Oiseau ~ The Little Bird

Foreword.

As I journey now, on my healing path from acute leukemia to a brand new me, I have this deep desire to share Le Petit Oiseau ~ The Little Bird, from 2016. Be well little bird. My soulbird. I release you now.

~*~

Iceland, September 2016

Sitting on a bench behind the summer house I carefully opened the bag I had placed the bird’s body in. There he was, that poor little thing. For a split second, I remembered how I almost had to peel what was left of him off the car, his little heart sticking out very noticeably. I thought for a moment whether I should keep his heart, accept it as a sacred gift. But no. It felt right to bury it with the remains of his body. But I kept his wing. His left wing, which had been torn and dislocated by the impact yet stuck to the car somehow.

Autumn's Healing Grace

It's Autumn Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere today. 

Grace day *22* 

Life has changed quite drastically for me, just within the last few days. 

Let's just say, to begin with, that I have a deep healing journey in front of me, and because I'm feeling quite ok today, and feel physically ok to sit down with my computer, I really wanted to post my Autumn Healing poem. 

*The Poetic Dance of the Ecstatics*

 

What else can we do but dance in the madness?

Sing

Smile

Hug each other

Show kindness

Be there for one another

*A Gray Day of Hope*

 

It's Earth Day. And the First Day of Summer in Iceland. A public holiday. Despite all that, today feels very gray and gloomy to me. Dingy. Musky. Mousy. Colorless. Bleak. Barren. But, perhaps it's just me.

~

A gray overcast day

Murky rivers

Heavy flow

The Icelandic summer has begun

We’re through the winter maze

We’re not lost. We're alive. 

How amazing!

Yet death lingers

To the naked eye

Bare branches

Standing solemnly

In a row

Worn

And torn

Old leaves 

Old growth

Once full of flavor and colour

Heartbeats of seasons passed

Now showing again

Lifeless

Death, peeking through

From underneath the snow

 

Not all things beautiful are bright and blue

 

Sometimes you have to look,

forage your inner landscapes

for your brilliance 

Your magic!

Sense your inner sparkle

In the subtleties around you

Oh yes

What a relief!

There it is

A fellow dragon in a tree

A golden plover flying free

See there!

A single flower in the stream

A yellow glow 

Glistening in the flow 

Of forever

And on its banks

From underneath the shrubs

Something new is emerging

Oh and look at those trunks!

My stubs?

Yes, I too am an elephant!

Grounded.

Seagulls and ravens are battling in the sky

I hope their young ones are ok!

I know (moping)

Nature has its way

I have to relax

Mind my own business

Just witness

 

As the circle of life

Unfolds all around me

Evolution in spiraling motion

The center 

A song in my heart

༄ Sóley ~ Photos, my own

*Sister Soulbird*

 

A poem woke me up this morning. a gentle birthday kiss.

It's a poem to our younger sisters. I wanted to send them Love & Encouragement

~ Sister Soulbird

She gently stroke the surface of the water

mesmerized by the effects of her tender touch The ripples gradually reaching far and wide ~ Oh yes! Sweet sister Sister soulbird Your powers are magic amplified Within you burns a divine flame protected by the sacred waters You are a healing balm Pure and potent Within you the greatest gift resides The ability to nurture hold and listen Attentively with all your porous sensibilities So remember always sweetest sister that within you you carry medicine great power and holy magic ༄ Sóley ~ Photo by Yoann Boyer 

*Tender New Beginnings*

Spring is here, we just passed the equinox. Hail to New beginnings. 

Ok, so here's the truth. The bare truth. The naked truth. 

I've been out of it for the last 9 months or so. Out of the "game". The game being, my devotion to entrepreneurship,  and all my entrepreneurial efforts. 

Entrepreneurship has taken its toll on me.

I felt depleted. 

Deleted.

*Untaming the beast*

 

❤ God, I missed blogging!

In the world of social media, everything has become so tamed! We think we’re getting wilder, that we’re coming undone, and yes we are, but within yet another form that’s restraining our movements - within a system with dos and don’ts, an order of some sort that disguises itself as a ‘friendly helper’, someone that is going to lead us through the maze. Hold our hands, show us the way - guide us so we won't go crazy in this modern era of Instagram stories, and Facebook Lives, Youtube channels, and TikToks. But on the way, as we walk this guided path, so brilliantly ‘illuminated’ by our friendly guides on a commission, we get locked into just another set of rules, how we should do things, and this is cool, this is not cool, this is in, this is out, you have to do this and oh my god don’t do that! Once again the form seems to have ensnared us into its grip.