Stars
Regular postings to go with a 3D Virtual Reality mobile app called StarflightVR for women with anxiety.
Underworld -- where am I?
For all the women trying to get out of the cycle of relationship dependence
"All you need to do is dig deeper
to where
there is another world"
The dove leant in
whispered in my ear
go to the world within
the one where we carry all of our stories to hear
Lean in way deeper
until you meet your keeper
Then you know you have reached
the place
from where you can transform parched paper to lace
From there you can stand
make the world listen without a command
because it is your whole being
that is emerging
I am not the one to pursue
I will lead you to times past
to everything that has made you feel like an outcast
it pains me to have to tell you this
because in a way I just love you sis
but I have nothing for you
the road at the end of this rainbow
will bring you nothing but sorrow
Because it leads to the life of Prometheus
painfully reliving the first wound
keeping on the cycle of losing that which he had just found
So come transcend into the story
of one woman
rising through the shadows
and avoiding the sparkle of the hidden gallows
navigating the river of dread and fear
until she came out into the glaring light of one internal cheer
Take a deep breath
and sink in
into the power of storytelling
Join in on the rhythm
letting it guide your inner being
From there, join me --
Here I am
At the beginning of the Journey
exploring that which could be
rewriting my whole entire memory:
Working from home
has never been easy for me
I make sure
that all
are
happy
and dive into my work
Find my studio
Find my table
Find my muse
Walk
into my space
Use the technology
Find
that I cannot find
Skype
or the person on the other end
Frustration
around waves
and missing
connections but then
a short while after,
moments of deep connection and flow
So, that makes it better-
Not alone after all
Email downpours
swirling
messages
Until I notice it is way past lunch
I head towards the pause
I head into a break
from down pouring to dos
and find a park
where the center is almost desolate
eerily
calm
I find that I am drawn there
into that
peace
I walk and find
that spot
to rest
at
the tree that will
let me lean into it
letting go
into it
with it
Leaning against the tree
Feeling movements
and ways to be
flowing up and flowing down
flowing back up to the crown
Roots into the deepest depths
the opening to another quest
Letting go into that flow
letting it grow
Breathing in the fresh air of spring
as it bursts its full beams
towards me, as if in dreams
Letting the crisp air caress and follow the lines of my face
I succumb to nature's wake up call
I lean into the tree further
I feel its bark
the ups and downs of its story
the bumpiness of its experience
the hardships
and withdrawals
the joy bursting into being
Its heart beat beyond that
Mine with it
deafening at first
then in slow motion
of being
expression
and personality
I feel tree like
Rooted
I feel tree like
deeply rooted
reaching out to heaven and rooted
a strange pull in both directions
the deafening heartbeat in the middle
I plunge
fall
backwards
into the center of it
through the bark
into its back roads
its veins and inner temple
its sap and its story
with the deafening heartbeat
I am in the center
of
roads taken
chosen and
those not walked
not chosen
and I see this door
Red
to be opened
by me it seems
Another adventure
A clothing room
A changing room
Clothes hung out for me
The room itself
is cozy
It carries the hues
of a welcoming home
The scent of roses picked in the garden
I step into the clothes
opened up to me
the clothes
that had hung there
ready to be slipped into
the
white flowing tunic
mixed with black
turns black
turns back to white
always lined with gold
Another adventure
I walk into the tunnel
opening up for me
with my white slippers
like a ballerina
barely touching the ground
Not sure where this tunnel is
going
But more and more people join me
I slowly turn from transparent
to flesh
in white with black
and gold
hair flowing
black
past my shoulders
in waves
that meet the gold
I can feel the hair caressing my bare shoulders
I am not cold
hair caressing
loosing sense of time passing
place being
I drift into the garment and the hair
and the heart beat that has not stopped pounding
It is The Cavern
It is the mouth of the womb
the everlasting entrance
to the recycle bin
To be continued