The Wound

Posted on Instagram on February 22, 2018

I said: what about my eyes?
He said: Keep them on the road.

I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.

I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?

I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
(Rumi)
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Sterling silver and a drop of 24k gold.
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I woke up to the snow, too much snow, and the anxiety went up up up. The night was almost sleepless, due to the ovulation - I am kinda surrendering to these rhythms of my body, or do my best to.
I have not journaled in weeks. Resistance. I know it helps me, but I resist it. I am almost scared to let it all out on the paper.
I shovelled snow, in places there was no need to, just to burn energy. To burn a bit of that anxiety with it.
Then I stared. At the snow falling. Hearing my worried thoughts. My heart beating quick, a scared bird in the rib cage. Mouth dry. Shaky hands.
And I went to the bench despite the fear and I surrendered in the way I can: allowing the experiment to guide me. Melting silver. Hammering. And sometime during the process I found the road again...and I ended up making these. Something I saw in my mind a few weeks ago, but that I had put aside, I didn't feel it strong enough then.
This morning I found the missing parts, the needed scratches, and here it is, yet another amulet for the hard days, to hold on to.
I had enough gold to make three little drops, so I made three little pendants.
Surrender.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
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