The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition an unedited image that I have taken shall accompany the piece.
We rarely notice
The dance of an individual leaf
Caught in the kiss of a gentle breeze.
It’s so beautiful how it flexes with surrendered grace
Catching the warm rays of the sun’s glance
Beauty in motion.
They have no choice, attached to their lifeline, their root
No audible complaint is heard by the human ear
Yet, do they scream to be freed or know that is the end?
Thus they cling with all their might through storm and calm
Until that final day when the tree undresses
Dropping to the dirt this year’s wardrobe
A separation forever
A cycle complete.
Such a short intense life
A life full of giving
Unrecognized year after year.
Dear dancing leaf
I thank you for your beauty
I thank you for the cleaner air I breathe
I thank you for your shade and protection from the rain
I thank you for your sacrifice as you create organic matter on the earth I walk
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition an unedited image that I have taken shall accompany the piece.
Impermanence…
It’s a guarantee
Already this moment has changed
The bird song, the toad croak, gone.
The last little bits of water drip, vacating the leaf it landed upon
The moment of moisture disappears
Soon the heat of the day will suck up what’s left
The years behind me are like that water drop
Falling into the well of my life drop by drop, climbing the well of my existence
Each moment, each day marking itself in the pool
Clear water, muddy water, blood and sweat
A witches brew of my life thus lived
It is beautiful to watch the dancing images upon the glass like surface
A movie screen of past moments
Today I shall drip more into my well of life, adding to the blend
The day will come when the drops will stop
Then the cycle shall complete itself with the evaporation of my life well
Happy Thursday to those in my time zone :-). My apologies for not getting my post out yesterday. Here it is a day late.
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition an unedited image that I have taken shall accompany the piece.
One little tweek
That’s all it takes
One little mind set shift
Poof the “tude” goes away.
Why do we choose to stay stuck?
Why don’t we tweek just a bit to find joy?
Control, haha… the joke on the human race is
the only thing we get to control is our mood
Yep ~ that’s it!
Think about it,
How we choose to react is what we get to control – period.
Reaction to an earthquake, death, birth, sleeplessness, pleasure…
You name it, we choose.
Can you control the weather?
Your boss’s behavior, the gas prices, your lover’s reaction???
No….
But you can control how you react in those situations
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition an unedited image that I have taken shall accompany the piece.
Letting go ~ Letting in
Flying free
The space between here and there
Where do we all really sit?
Vibrational energies scattered across a wire
Sitting ducks for our own denials and limiting beliefs.
Letting go ~ Letting in…
Flying free
Once released the gates open and the blinders fall off
A new potential grows within
The horizons expand to welcome the new explorer
The soul who chose self
Letting go ~ Letting in
Flying free…
Whispered invitations float on the wings of passing birds
Beckoning echoes up from the tapestry below
A patchwork quilt of forest, meadow, water and city scapes
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition I decided a daily image shall accompany the piece, taken that same morning – unedited, simple and pure.
Echoes across universes
A single bright new star bursting through time and space
Where it births there is no time, only space…
Blinking down on us it twinkles with curiosity
The quickly moving forms on a blue marble
Little specs of gathered dust exuding exaggerated importance…
As it all spins this new star child grows sad in the watching
The blues and greens become brown and lack luster
The frenetic energy perpetuates, building in intensity ~ all for naught…
Pockets of bright light, rich greens, blues and topaz
Spots where a harmony resonates a melody of land and humans in chorus…
The star in its young ignorance wonders ~
“Why do these places shrink, while the dying brownish gray expands?”
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition I decided a daily image shall accompany the piece, taken that same morning – unedited, simple and pure.
Time…
Elusive and quiet
Yet poignantly consistent
It ticks past with no concern
It tocks while your head is turned
In a blink you realize your children are grown
You are no longer a child
And the gray hair is real…
At other moments it excruciatingly lingers
Mocking the pain, loss and hurt
A jester with the full deck of cards…
How we dance with time is the trick
Can we surreneder
Let go of our addiction to its control???
In the free fall space between
A sweet suspension offers itself
Here I hold my breath
Will it see me?
Will it hear me?
Will it smell me?
Or can I go unnoticed, quietly stealing an extra tick tock…
A precious moment to linger in the arms of a lover
To gaze into the smiling face of a child
To joyfully listen to the sound of laughter
The call of a whippoorwill
To soak in the setting sun and rising moon
To just BE…
Those moments are rare
They taunt me with a closed door invitation
Maybe if I hold my breath longer, exhale slower
They will not disappear…
If I manage to wrangle time
It may ruin everything
For then flow would cease to exist
Setting into motion a stagnation I do not want
Okay, I hear you time
I acquiesce
You have your role as do I
I am learning how to honor, respect and play with you in a new light
The hour glass of life is what makes it such a grand adventure
The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition I decided a daily image shall accompany the piece, taken that same morning – unedited, simple and pure.
BE still…
Listen quietly to that small inner call
It’s silently hidden under the mind chatter
Behind the “to-do” list
Next to the pulse of your wild heart
Here patiently waits your soul’s whisper
Calling you softly to remember
Gentle & wild
Calm & Intense
Simple & Complicated
A paradoxical call that passionately invites while soothing the outside chaos
What if you sat still and quiet?
What if you listened intently?
What if you believed in the powerful magnificence of your own soul call…?
I will never forget the day I asked all my junior high students the question, “Who wrote the definition for perfect?” They looked at me with furrowed brow or comical smiles, for they were used to my zany questions. Of course no one had an answer to this strange inquiry. According to Wikipedia, the word perfection goes back to Aristotle –
The oldest definition of “perfection”, fairly precise and distinguishing the shades of the concept, goes back to Aristotle. In Book Delta of the Metaphysics, he distinguishes three meanings of the term, or rather three shades of one meaning, but in any case three different concepts.
That is perfect:
1. which is complete — which contains all the requisite parts
2. which is so good that nothing of the kind could be better
3. which has attained its purpose.
Following this introductory question I continued with “When did you decide to play along with this definition, using it to judge yourself and others?” Oh boy.., this sparked conversation and exploration. We dug into the power of the media, society, culture and how we allow ourselves to be sucked into the world of “perfection” as advertised.
Following this intensely beautiful conversation I shared a couple of videos which jolted us even more…
As a teacher who is also a mother, daughter, sister, granddaughter, etc.., I shared my own raw authentic ownership for the times I played along, got sucked in and passed on my own “image issues.” As a class we delved into the feelings stirred by the videos, my admittance and their own vulnerable sharing. Finding ourselves empowered with the newfound knowledge that everyone struggles at times with this societally and culturally driven game. This is not a gender or age specific issue. It infiltrates from all directions towards all populations.
As I shared yesterday I just returned from a trip that took me to Turkey for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful to enjoy the beauty of another culture, observing as best I could the nuances with image. Of course to really understand, one would have to stay and really submerge within the local society to get a feel for how they judge, label and categorize.
It awaits invitation, it aches to break free, it is alive and calling, that Wild Child who stirs the Wild Woman awake…
I reflect upon my growing up years before cell phones, selfies and social media, whew, I had it easy! However, I felt the labels, the judgments and the harmful internal self criticism that flowed when I accepted what was portrayed as “perfect.” I hurt for those that received the harmful teasing by peers who were cruel with their words and actions. Everyone seemed to accept the latest “in” look or “perfection” label. While I struggled at times with this marketing/media driven bombardment, I would eventually swing the pendulum back to honor my Wild Woman.
I chuckle at how easily we stray into the next “in phase”, tweezing or bolstering the eyebrows, high waisted or low waisted pants, high heels or no heels, curly or straight hair, makeup??? Oh my!! What would happen to all the clothing, makeup and lifestyle companies if we stopped playing along? That question is definitely for another blog entry!
To sit with oneself bathed in self love is to vibrational connect with all the forgotten passions, desires, dreams…
As I reach out into the world for other Wild Women, I feel again the powerful energy of those hundred students (male and female) who opened their souls to a room full of peers. An experience that gave us all the opportunity to feel and see through diverse lenses. For some they became aware and empowered for the first time with the clarity that everyone journeys in their own personal way through the haze of society’s dictated “perfection.”
Ever since I stuck up for a classmate in fifth grade (many moons ago) it has been a dream of mine for all people to feel from within how absolutely spectacular they are. Releasing the chains of self-criticism based on a contrived definition of “Perfect,” “Enough,” and “Worthy.” Of course as a woman I have a soft spot and knowing for the female journey, however, my male clients shared the sad truth that we all can fall prey to such torment.
As a woman who has worn all the hats, I know how we put ourselves last!
I will take that class when the kids are not so busy.
I don’t have the money to do that now, the kids need this, the house, the family…
Someday I will read that book, join that club, get regular massages, etc…
It would be selfish to spend such time on myself.
I really want to connect with other amazing women, but my family needs me, my job, the to-do list.
One of the most powerful things I have learned along the way is that when we do not take care of ourselves and fill up our own cups, there is nothing left to give or share with others. Upon becoming a mother I lost this balance for awhile, until one day I realized that my children learned a lot through watching the people around them – “What was I role modeling to my son and daughter?” Is that how I wanted them to care for themselves, see themselves, value themselves??? This was and is a huge driving force for me. “Do as I say, not as I do,” is not how I wish to role model or engage with this amazing life.
To awaken our Wild Woman – Wild Man is to come home to our inner stirrings, our truth, our vibrant, passionate desires with how we wish to experience and BE in the world around us. This is a very individualistic personal journey. I can’t imagine living this miraculous life any other way!! Here is to YOU in all your magnanomous Wild BEingness!
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Only when you listen, will you hear my beckoning desires.
Do not come to me with your need and want contrived by society.
Do not come to me wishing to penetrate in self disguise.
Do not come to me wishing to possess or play games.
I am like the air, I cannot be contained, held or captured…
However, I will gladly stay, I will blossom beyond your wildest dreams if you…
…touch me as though you are blind.
…taste me as though you have no thirst.
…listen as though you are deaf.
For as you unify with the mysterious wild woman, all falls away to expose the truth….
I am here….
Where are you…?
~ Fawn Caveney 7/21
Freedom stirs from within, it swirls and twirls, unleashing the ever present wild child…
I recently returned from a trip that expanded my present transformational journey, for when one sets upon a quest with an open heart, soul and mind, the swirling encounters awaken vast insights.
As a foreigner in a distant country I was titillated by the power of being anonymous, lost in a sea of chaos that I did not need to understand. I was free to be me. Wandering the streets, beaches, historical sites, and delectable restaurants I allowed myself to feel, taste, explore and be seen. Vulnerable yet unafraid, adrift with no expectation, attachment or preconceived desire, I was a wild woman dancing in curiosity and flowing openness.
To flow in the presence of the now moment, opens up vast portals for transformative awakening…
Upon arriving back on the shores of my homeland, I found myself surprised by what percolated forth from the experience. A reoccurring awareness, an old friend, a circling back to my youthful knowing. As a woman growing up one is silently taught to behave a certain way, only want specific things, and definitely do not express yourself as a “wild woman.”
In a patriarchal world I was taught to hide my sensuality, present my authenticity in respectable ways and squelch my wild untamed nature. I have never been good at this. More to the point, I do not wish to be good at it. Thankfully I grew up surrounded by nature, held and nurtured by the true wild and free. This planted in me a knowing, one that has thankfully nudged me in moments when I have forgotten the true power of my feminine energy.
To sit upon the earth connects the breath to that which is, freeing the soul to dance upon the wind…
During my adventure abroad I was approached by various men. My immediate reaction was caution with a twinge of skepticism. However, as my wise female traveling friend can tell you, I ooze with positivity and openness, so…. I allowed the court-ish play and absorbed the attention. Meandering down the streets of their outspoken desires, I knew I was at choice. As I present this I can feel the paradoxical reactions, they race in like flies to rotten meat. I danced along the tight rope of my own desire to be seen and wanted, while staying vigilant to the wise woman’s voice from within.
I reflect back with a smile, grateful to have met unique masculine souls along the way. They were juxtaposed into the trips original purpose, “Soul Sisters” coming together for a female vacation of play. Ahhhh, I love the intensity of life’s perfect timing and coquettish frolic. The dynamic women I was gifted to explore with came in diverse ages, backgrounds and life experiences. Intensifying this profound mixture of masculine/feminine energy was the most powerful source of all – nature.
To remember, all we need to do is submerge ourself below our own personal facade…
Feeling my body glide into the Mediterranean and silky reed filled lake, called forth that Wild Woman. Listening to the cacophony of cicadas, who’s mating song was held in the moist sultry air only heightened the awareness. Sublime ecstasy. Gentle breezes and delicious wind bursts, generated their own wistfulness. I found myself completely swept off my feet. Innocently graced to live each moment in complete presence, no yesterday, no tomorrow, just the vibrancy of now.
As I massaged the intricate aspects together I marveled at the voluptuous experience. Once again I was reminded of the profound Wild Woman Soul. I wish for every woman to tap into this instinctual infinite source; to invite, welcome and rebirth into her true feminine power.
What does this mean? It means you get to live vibrantly alive, sharing and expressing your authentic self. It means you get to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ without apology. It means you get to unabashedly express your desires and passions. It means you get to blossom and reveal as you feel called, free of all expectation, attachment, judgment and labels. It means you dance wild and free….
No building, no bars, no walls can contain the wild spirit of the feminine….or the masculine…
Over and over again in my life I have found myself saddened by the loss of the Wild Woman. I see it and feel it in the eyes of the women I meet, yet, they hold it back, they force it to stay confined in the cages built by a society intimidated by its powerful force.
Within every woman there lives a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, & ageless knowing. She is the Wild Woman, who represents the instinctual nature of women. But she is an endangered species.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Author of Women Who Run With the Wolves
My second night back in the states, I was jolted awake by my muse, who shared very clearly what is to come next for me. I chuckle, for again, I pick up the torch, called by my soul to invite women to join me in Awakening their Wild Woman. In the past I have had the privilege and honor to work with women in various circles, helping them to remember how magnanomous they truly are. My recent life choices and exploratory adventures bring me back home to my calling and purpose – I am here to hold up a mirror, so you may see the Wild Woman that awaits your permission to fly free.
Timeis a funny thing, it is slippery, invisible and elusive. I stare out my window, watching the summer leaves dance in the hot breeze. What does that feel like? To be stationary and at the mercy or celebration of all that is around you. A reactionary component of the big picture. Often ignored, barely noticed by the person walking by on the sidewalk. Like an individual leaf, each person floats in a world of billions. We are tossed and turned upon the breezes created by others and ourself. We react or obseeve, we cry or laugh, dance or stand frozen in the quick sand of our own indecision.
What drives us, calls us, whispers to our very soul? Can we hear? Do we listen? Are we so numbed and stuck that like the leaf we stay even though our heart beckons us to move. A victim of our own paralysis. We put our dreams upon the shelf with the other knick knacks, letting them gather dust, becoming regrets lost in time.
Dreams dance upon the wind of our heartbeat, they sparkle in the light of our imagination, and beckon in a quiet whisper…
Patience, time, faith, belief and persistence keep the spark of a dream alive. Like the farmer who plants the seed knowing that with consistent nurturing the tiny nugget will blossom into a magnificent plant. Too often we are impatient, we give up, let go and deny ourselves the opportunity to believe in the dreams that stir deep within.
I often meet people who say, “well I don’t have any dreams,” or “someday I will go for it,” or “I can’t possibly follow my dreams right now, I have all these responsibilities…” I myself have mouthed such phrases. Thank goodness the tiny voice inside never gives up. The child within me always believes, sadly sometimes I gag her wisdom and pretend I cannot hear her haunting call.
Who knows what shall grow when we believe, nurture and cultivate the seeds of our soul…
Today I sit here smiling at all the little side paths I have enjoyed in my life. Little adventures to keep the wandering spirit in me alive and curious. In high school it was to be an exchange student, my year in Australia was incredible! Last year I moved to a farm to intern, learning so much about myself, farming, and rekindling my inquisitiveness about the world around me. In college I could never decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. It took me twenty-eight years, four campuses and over 240 credits to “finish” my bachelors degree. I have loved following my muse into diverse jobs, exploring new places and spaces. Yes, my inner sprite has joyfully kept me open and engaged with the dance of life.
Growing up I was taught that life is a linear experience, you do this, then this, and then.., all of it focused on some destination in the future. Why?I have asked this question my whole life. Why?What?Why do we put such emphasis on tomorrow instead of being present today. Why do we spend so much time achieving instead of enjoying the journey. What is that destination? What will I feel when I get there?
Life is an invitation to question, explore, investigate, play, imagine, believe, create….
Gratefully I gave up on that paradigm, well maybe I never believed in it. My curious, inquisitive nature could not be held to the worn and trodden path. There is nothing wrong with this path, for many it creates and offers immense joy and pleasure. For me it felt like being caged, confined, and tamed. That’s what glorious about our individuality, like the leaf on the tree outside, we are each rare and extraordinary.
Time... hmmm…how do we want to live in the time we have? We do not get it back. It does not slow down. Personally I find it to be ambiguous in nature, sometimes frozen and suspended, at other moments it’s a speed zone, blurred and lost in the rearview mirror. Before my time is up, I invite the dreams from within to find their operatic voice, it’s time to enjoy the blossoming of seeds planted years ago…
Dreams are not about what we do, they are about how we feel as we bring them to life…
I close today wondering how you –
Spend your time?
Live life? In reaction or choice?
Engage with your dreams?
Dance with contentment, joy, love?
Paint your life canvas – is it your paintbrush or someone else’s?
Watch for my upcoming online courses and the opportunity to work with me – Dream Whisperer and Beingness Guide.
Simply Fawn 