{sacred art created by Shawnacy Kiker :: thank you for singing of my home}
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Days fill with dishes, used tissues, scattered toys, leaves brought in from outside, and garbage that needs to be moved out-of-doors. I rest after washing another sink-full, considering the repeat, repeat : the cycle, recycle : the consuming and the return.
Babies moved me back into my body, back onto this earth. They have returned me to my skin and being. The mundane has brought me home.
mundane {adj.} Pertaining to the Universe, cosmos, or physical reality, as opposed to the spiritual world.
I now break, soften, bend, hold, comfort, ripen, and release. I now understand that the mundane has always been my breath and my bones. For, without the grounding force of rising each morning, feeding myself, feeding others, extending, crying, laughing, frustrating, loving, cleaning, and receiving, I would be only spirit hovering above my life. I would still believe myself holy-removed, despising anything or anyone that put me back into my body and my matter.
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“Move away from the story-line to the actual felt quality of the moment. Become more intimate with the felt energy of the moment. Become intimate with this actual moment of being.” :: Pema Chodron
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Oh love. What a gift… This for you. And the song you bear in response, your gypsy hallelujah dance. Yes. All yes. All grace. Soulsigh…
The everyday is every day isn’t it? There’s beauty in the everyday, just hard to find sometimes…
Janae, you have such a unique ability to say so much with so few words. I always have the same experience when I read your work: I feel swept away into another place, a place I want to linger in and savor. I love these peaks into your journey.
surrendering to the mundane right along side you. our bodies of earth. rooted with our babes. i love you.
I love those words – “I would be only spirit hovering above my life. I would still believe myself holy-removed, despising anything or anyone that put me back into my body and my matter.”
Being back is life, calm. Thanks for words, friend.
life and calm – yes.
xo
Oh to be without all that despising. What settling has come within me upon stopping here on your little piece of earth.
i never realized it til you mentioned my *little piece of earth*, but this is definitely part of #mysecretgarden
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Sitting with these thoughts tonight. They seem to carry the thread of a conversation i’ve been having with myself. About magnificence. About what that word means. And whether it’s oppositional to Mundane, or, if it in fact can be a quality of Mundane. That the mundane contains magnificence inside of it, each moment, like a seed. The way a poem or a piece of art, or a line of music does. And the same way that we meet those loftier things with a sense of expectancy and listening… perhaps we can do the same in the dishes and the vacuuming… Maybe it’s something we bring. Maybe we are the ones who, in bringing the holy to the moment, call forth the magnificence, the hallelujah that it – each fragment, each flash, each fraction – holds at its core.
I exhale deeply thinking that all is {inseparable} :: ourselves, the holy, the mundane, the fragment, flash and fraction.
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