like a hummingbird
sipping the sweetness
too fast to be captured
until she flies into the glass
in the stunned stillness
hands reach out
(not all hands hurt or capture)
He found this tiny black feather and gave it to me. He said he thought it was a crow feather and told me not to cast a spell with it. Ha! I told him that even if I did cast a spell, it would be good magic, it would be in service to love and liberation.
So here we go. Let’s cast a little spell together. I’ve put the feather on a piece of art infused with intention. A little bricolage. This is similar to the mantra my yoga teacher said in hot yoga the other day. A spell is a prayer is a mantra.
May all beings be peaceful.
May all beings be happy.
May all beings be well.
May all beings be safe.
May all beings be wild and free.
And so it is.
Today’s randomly-chosen word comes from the Tao Te Ching. I picked up a copy at a used bookstore yesterday to use for blackout poetry and decided to use it for our word which is others (from book one XX).
I don’t have much to say today. I just wanted to paint with my blood again , create a bricolage by assembling the ephemera that has come me of late, and feel. I’ll let Carl Jung speak instead. Today’s quote is from The Red Book. (He always has a lot to say about others.) Continue reading “bricolage project day 21 [others]”