Part 16 of my spiritual journey series. In October of 2015, I decided to take the homeopathic remedy Phosphorus 1M. I had no idea what I was doing. I knew this remedy had something to do with openness/boundaries, and I was trying to be more open to myself and spiritual direction. I'd only taken the remedy … Continue reading 16: Meeting Myself with Phosphorus
Author: Grace Lucille
if all the spinning plates fall…
Hi. I'm Grace. I have too many plans and grand ideas and I'm not sure how to do it all. Two years ago I was having a serious breakdown. I wasn't doing anything. I wasn't ambitious and had zero plans. I was just trying to survive my existential crisis, just trying to find a point … Continue reading if all the spinning plates fall…
Yet another brush with Mercury
Whenever I'm in some emotional funk, my method of processing (or coping with...) the Crazy is to write a long string of absurdities on my blog or to my doctor. I decided to leave my poor doctor out of this round, so I'll emotionally vomit all over you lovely people who are so unfortunate to … Continue reading Yet another brush with Mercury
Heartbreaking Beauty
I’ve been dealing with some heavy stuff lately, confronting Death and Life and my place in the middle of it all. I was feeling anxious last night and this poem came out of me.
I do not need resolution for mental conflict
There is conflict, I feel it raging within. It is an empathy for others, and for myself. It is all out war and it can be exhausting. And then, a grand revelation: I don't have to pick sides. Chaos will tell me that if I just pick an opinion, pick a side, make up my … Continue reading I do not need resolution for mental conflict
The Joy of Transformation
If I’m not happy with a current work in progress or even a finished piece, I change it. I take it apart, a little or a lot, and transform it into something new. Possibilities are endless. Why settle for what does not inspire joy? I’m all about joy. If it doesn’t spark joy, it’s time to change (Yes, I became a KonMari convert in 2018).
One of my favorite transformations. Story about this piece coming soon.
My latest transformation piece is a butterfly, which seems appropriate. Butterflies are symbols of transformation, starting as chunky weight-bound caterpillars and eventually turning into light graceful flying butterflies.
My original plan for this piece did not happen, as I cut too little cord (frequent problem of mine). I tried turning it into something else, and still did not like the results.
Tried to make the best of it, but didn’t like how it turned…
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15: Meeting the Serpent
Continuing my spiritual journey series: The night of October 11th, 2015, I had one of the most profound dreams of my life thusfar: I am standing naked with a snake wrapped around me. Starting with it's tail at my head, the snake is wrapped around my head, shoulders, and chest, with its head ending at my … Continue reading 15: Meeting the Serpent
14: Embracing Sensitivity
When I was a teenager, I attributed my excessive and ever changing emotions on being a teenage girl, and believed that I'd eventually grow out of it. Oh, how I longed for the day when I would be an emotionally stable adult! Of course I laugh now and want to tell teenage me, "Bless your … Continue reading 14: Embracing Sensitivity
13: Into the Shadow (feat. Taylor Swift)
Continuing my spiritual journey series... As I began trying to be nice and listen to myself for a change, I came across a short story I wrote for my English class when I was 18. I hadn't read it in a few years, and as I read it again I was quite shocked at how much … Continue reading 13: Into the Shadow (feat. Taylor Swift)
Home (30)
A poem for my 30th birthday. Hopefully soon I will write a full blog post exploring the theme of this poem.
April 12th, 2019
I often wondered if Home was a real place.
I spent 30 years trying to find it.
No matter where I was,
I never felt like I belonged,
so out of place
so uncomfortable
so restless and so, so lost.
I just wanted to find a place
to sink my roots into
and grow like crazy.
I begged the land to take me
I begged the people to accept me
I begged God to be my everything
and I begged heaven to somehow save me
But Home was with me all along,
I just never knew it.
I was walking around in it
(even if I was a foot off the ground).
How did I not see
the most visible parts of me?
How could I not feel
the most tangible parts of me?
This right here,
this flesh and blood and bones
this skin and hair…
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