the faeries are patient….they wait for the intuitive call….they bide time…sit in the studio with reminders to waylay rational thought in that ‘no time’ before creation awakens…
they help us to commune with our innate force….the drive which can so easily slip away….the rich moist ground of waiting…
they remind us of…………….
all the sweetness of the dark
all the rich layers of play which come from falling down
all the whimsy we can behold in simply imagining….
all the deep breaths we miss
all the choices of color we forgot we discovered
all the unexpected capacity in subtle grace
Learning to trust the unfolding of one’s own life is awkward, painful work that often leaves one feeling exposed & vulnerable. A critical part is the willingness not to know where one is going.
….Sherry Anderson & Patricia Hopkins