Shamanic Pathways 01 - quiet thoughts.
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moonvoiceMy animal companion, or 'pet', Moet - a champagne tabby - has spent most of today lounging in the sunbeams by the blinds I left open specifically for him. Specifically so he could lounge in front of them.
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
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Date: 2009-05-05 03:55 pm (UTC)I think that I unleash all the time. When I wake up in the morning (and had a half-way decent night's sleep), I'll dance my way into the kitchen to make my coffee...and then I'll do spins on the hardwood floors of my kitchen while the coffee brews.
Then I'll generally dance, goof off, and talk to myself all day.
If I'm driving somewhere, I'll sing along with the radio (really loud) and dance in my car (and swerve when no other cars are around) or I'll blatantly talk to myself (I pretend that I have a hands-free phone attached to my steering wheel....I mean, who's gonna check? lol!).
Or....still in my car, I will play one of my favorite games, which is 'Space Ship'! I'll pretend that my car is a space ship, and that I'm cruising down one of the pathways that lead around the out-post cities (like on a desolate, futuristic world), except that my car is flying and not connected to the road (the road/pathway is just a guide for all of the car/ships to follow...so that we can all find the towns).
Other times (in my car), I'm flying towards the Death Star, and I've got to push alot of buttons in my car to get ready for the big battle (buttons like on my radio (with the sound turned down), or my heater/de-froster, etc).
One of my favorite parts of life though, is just realizing that I am who I am, and that there is no template for how I'm supposed to live. I mean, people can try to tell me who to be, and then society can press me with suggestions, but I think that as long as I don't hurt others and try not to hurt myself, then how I live is up to me.
If I feel like playing dress-up in the middle of the work week, when no one is around but me, who am I hurting? :)
Oh, and I'd also like to mention that I am 39 years old, am happily married, am a professional who runs my own successful business, and I play/unleash all of the time. *big smiles* :)
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Date: 2009-05-06 12:08 am (UTC)I love you, you know that? I'm not even brave enough to do this kind of stuff in my own home yet, and I can't wait to be that crazy woman that people go 'hey she's that crazy artist woman,' because right now I still am quite repressed here.
You are a wonderful and inspiring role model.