jumping flew animalkind

by Leonie Dawson on January 31, 2007

a magnetic poem created on bek‘s fridge ~ my first poem in years.
i dedicate this to
liz, in honour of her sharing the passion of poetry and getting me in love with my inner poet again.

I’ve decided to take some time off for living.

I’m an intense bean ~ those born under the sign of Scorpio will understand the all or nothing aspect of our nature. I find myself addicted to the looking outward, the seeking of inspiration, the outside validation of self worth. All of this has its place, but so does being blissfully hermit-is.

It is only midsummer, but already I find myself beating Persephone down autumn’s stairs into introspection. I want to change my energy source from being somewhere outside to somewhere inside me ~ self fuelled and immersed in my life, not so much in the documentation of. I know this is the right choice for right now ~ when I made it, a huge flock of pink galahs flew right toward me, then over my head and my studio.

I’m not sure for how long. I want to fall back in love with myself and silence again ~ a sacred act, this inward initiation, the medicine wheel turning.

Let me know if you’d like to receive a notification email when spirit calls me to swing back into the blogging saddle again. Maybe it will be a few days, maybe a week. Maybe more. Otherwise, I will see you in the inbox, the letterbox or the dreaming ethers. I will be the one with feathers in her hair and a buffalo bracelet.

You are beautiful.
love,
Leonie