Saturday, September 3

no words just vibrations


Dear Mindy,

It's 5am and I am getting on the road, heading north through the top of Virginia and winding my way back into Pennsylvania via the pretty western side. It is a holiday weekend and a tropical storm is threatening, but I am trusting I will make my way up to my sister's house -- where I am spending the night-- with the same sweet ease as when I came down a week ago.

(The car, of course, looks nothing like it did when I left Providence. The well-organized pack job of perfectly rolled yoga mats, perfectly folded yoga blankets with boxes and suitcases fitted with tetris precision?  Forrest packed THAT version. 

My version looks like one of those kitchen junk drawers you pull open to find stuffed with crazy, random sh-t that you can't close again once you open it.

Yeah, that would be the car that I packed.)

Depending on how it all goes, I will get to spend time with my parents -- share photos and stories of my time in France with them and celebrate my brother's birthday.

Then, Sunday try to make it back to Providence without too much time spent channeling the patience of Thich Nhat Hanh because I am stuck in bumper to bumper traffic.

*fingers crossed*

Yesterday was so lovely, sweet and fun. So many good conversations. So much time to play and make stuff and walk in a labyrinth and sit in a forest sanctuary -- and just be. 

I am leaving feeling utterly clear and complete and grounded in the knowledge that each woman who came got exactly what they needed. That feels like a small miracle to me and I am both happy and deeply tired.

Mostly I am just so ready to snuggle those beloved pups of mine.


photo thanks to Forrest
Since I seem to be on a music sharing kick here with you-- one last one for the road as I will likely have this playing as I pull out the drive.

Silence must be heard

Look into the others eyes, many frustrations 
Read between the lines, no words just vibrations 
Don't ignore hidden desires 
Pay attention, you're playing with fire 
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed 
The time has come to learn, that silence ... 
Silence must be heard 
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn 
Cause silence has the right to be heard 
People talk too much for what they have to say 
Words without a meaning, just fading away 
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed 
The time has come to learn, that silence ... 
Silence must be heard 
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn 
Cause silence has the right to be heard




More soonest, Elizabeth

*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 

4 comments:

  1. How wonderful to experience a place, and not just a physical place (although the physicality of "place" is important too), where you can keep sacred the time spent so that everyone gets precisely what they need. I have never been to SQUAM, but my spirit drifts toward it every time I read about it. It seems to be the rule that all participants get what they need, and it is life changing. I have no doubt that this is true, because it is you, Elizabeth, personified. Someday, I hope I will get to physically be there, but if not, it doesn't matter. I still have you, here, at Blue Poppy, and all of your Magic of Myth brilliance that you bestowed upon me.

    You, my dear, are magic. xoxox

    PS--your description of your packed car made me feel especially normal. Thank you for that!

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  2. Before having met you I used to love knowing the truth of all the small things, and feeling the nuance of what shaped your world that always felt so luminous and full of adventure. I could almost imagine myself there with you, just as I can here, now. And now that I DO know you, these notes from your day are like the sweetest stories and reminders - postcards from the wilds of your heart that I can actually now hear and sense. I love that so much.

    You have been on such a ride these past weeks, channelled so much I imagine! Enjoy the quiet unwinding I hope the car ride might be, and happy homecoming you you and the pups!!! I am singing in the silence too. For both of us. Love love love.

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thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me-- I love that you stopped by and hope something I shared was what you needed today. xo, e