BEGIN THE RITUAL OF GATHERING
What are the places of you that you have left behind? Cut off? Let go? Hidden? What are the places inside of you that you are calling back now on your quest. What are the beliefs you have held that you are shedding like old skins? You are invited to this ritual of gathering the bones.
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This was a hard one...
Listened to the Audio no less than 6 times. Two of them tonight; once before I started typing my journling and once again before picking up the pencil to sketch.
Another *wow* to me page resulted.
Bone Quest
-Sarah Cooper-
Alone she must be on this stage of her quest…
Before she can go further she must be whole.
But as she looks down at a body that has been torn apart, by her self and others, piece by piece over the years…
She realizes it will not be a simple task.
Anything worth doing is rarely simple or soon and this task is worth doing, nay *must* be done.
She must search back along the many roads she has walked…
The many paths she does not wish to trod again…
For there and only there will she find the bones she has left behind.
The flesh and sinew worn away, long gone…
She will find them bleached and dry with passing of time.
Though once, when they were fresh, there was life in those bones…
Time has made them less…
Not so horrible to deal with…
Only dry, crumbling memories of what came before.
Now she must gather these bones wherever they fell…
Gather them together and hold them to her as she walks through the fire.
The fire will heal,
The fire will cleanse.
The fire will sear away the past hurts…
And help form a new body to hold these bones.
A body of light…
A body of hope…
A body prepared to start walking the new path laid out before her.
A body: complete, whole and unbroken.
-Sarah Cooper-
Alone she must be on this stage of her quest…
Before she can go further she must be whole.
But as she looks down at a body that has been torn apart, by her self and others, piece by piece over the years…
She realizes it will not be a simple task.
Anything worth doing is rarely simple or soon and this task is worth doing, nay *must* be done.
She must search back along the many roads she has walked…
The many paths she does not wish to trod again…
For there and only there will she find the bones she has left behind.
The flesh and sinew worn away, long gone…
She will find them bleached and dry with passing of time.
Though once, when they were fresh, there was life in those bones…
Time has made them less…
Not so horrible to deal with…
Only dry, crumbling memories of what came before.
Now she must gather these bones wherever they fell…
Gather them together and hold them to her as she walks through the fire.
The fire will heal,
The fire will cleanse.
The fire will sear away the past hurts…
And help form a new body to hold these bones.
A body of light…
A body of hope…
A body prepared to start walking the new path laid out before her.
A body: complete, whole and unbroken.
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Background is whetted watercolor pencil...
Background is whetted watercolor pencil...
Main image was pencil sketched, traced out in permanent pen, guidelines erased and then colored in with markers.
Favorite bit: Red Key Earring.
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