Journal of Sacred Work

Days 336-337 Countless Masks Falling



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I
look out into a field of stark, leafless trees wrapped up in a ghostly fog of grey.

Their
dark limbs silhouette tributaries of black lace, entwined in a
colorless sky.

How
bare and vulnerable without their protective garb, their countless masks
falling into this God given moment.

This past week Mother Earth has been
watering the plants and trees with life giving nourishment. Yet, there is an
unsettling northern wind blowing though the inner landscape of my mind. When I
touch the edges of my resistance, an anxiety floods my senses and I want to
bolt. Run fast and free until these feelings take wing. Or, maybe pick up a pen
and let all my fears pour out on paper in a swirling torrent until the last
drop wears me out in healthy fatigue. Lest, I pull back from life and hide in a safe but lifeless cocoon of my making.

Or, can I turn… right here and now
to breathe in this question; can I love in this moment, even my anxiety and fear?

Funny, but suddenly I feel my energy
shifting as this storm recedes back out to sea.

~liz Sorensen Wessel

 Ireland 2010, Photo by ~liz


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4 responses to “Days 336-337 Countless Masks Falling”

  1. Maria Doglio Avatar
    Maria Doglio

    I think these storms “wash us clean”, moving out the old energy and leaving us open to the new on so many levels right along with Mother Earth. Cleaning out, letting go, transition, transition—this has been the theme of my life for the last 3 weeks. I went to a creative women’s craft fair last weekend and there was a huge crafted door full of art and glitter on it’s service. It was called “The door of possibilities” and the invitation was to set an intention for your life and walk through. My brain being muddled, I asked for help to see clearly what my next steps should be. I took a deep breath and walked through. Just at that moment a little white tug boat was pulling out of the neighboring peer (this was Ft. Mason SF) and on it’s side in huge red letters was the word “PILOT”. Then this sentence immediately came in to my head, “I am the Pilot of my own life”! I love how spirit works when you ask for help! My energy began to shift throughout the day from negative to positive thoughts of possibilities.
    I think you are right in the flow Liz for these times, being washed clean for renewal by the beautiful forces of LOVE. Embrace yourself.

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  2. Erie Chapman Foundation Avatar
    Erie Chapman Foundation

    Great comment, Maria. Thanks especially for the Pilot reference.
    Liz, “When I touch the edges of my resistance…” is such a beautiful way to describe something that tipped your feelings. “A safe but lifeless cocoon…” – Thank you for how well you write to us and thank you for your image from Ireland. You are so good at “seeing.”

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  3. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story and affirmation, Maria.

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    ~liz Wessel

    Thank you for your kindness, Erie.

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