Poetic Revelations: Momentum in Autumn

Reveling in our True Colors

“(We take our) color from God,
and who is better than God at coloring?
—Qur’an 2:138

This is a weekly publication for heart-centered warriors, swimming through this thing called life with an intact, open heart (and voice).

SELECTED POEMS

• The Light in Autumn, Kathy Fagan

• Where There is a Wall, Joy Kogawa

Dear Embodied Hearts and Dancing Souls,

I know the current violence is taking up space in our hearts, minds and bodies. How can it not? The judgements springing up everywhere of who is to blame more is …heavy and not exactly helpful. Being in my body means staying in my truth, not being pulled into those of others.

We mourn with those who are mourning. If there is an action you are able to take to assist those with physical, emotional or spiritual needs right now, Keep Going!

At the least, read the poem above by Kathy Fagan. There is no Dance Chapel tonight. A poem came through - you can read it after the letter.

Momentum. I have a man in my life who clears my energy field to support my highest expression. Every time we have an appointment I hear his overjoyed voice in my ear going, “Hello, hello, hello Miss Monisha. Are you having fun?” 

So this time I scanned my week to feel what felt fun before our call. Turns out I am having fun. At my job, I am meeting smart people and having fun conversations. My acumen gets to stretch towards its capabilities, like a bear coming out of hibernation.  

I notice their momentum. They think fast, move fast …moreover, they are galvanized by their lives. I can feel it. Its an energy that leans forward into the possibilities of what can be created. A galvanizing type of energy to sip from. I like it.

Too the shape of my work has changed. The tedious bits have fallen away. Instead, I connect the dots amongst pieces of information. I build story. I also …draw. I draw shapes and lines that come together to show others the big picture.

This is my Hum. My Jam. Some of my essential expression which feels like play. (Apparenty they have a name for this job. I had no idea. But somehow, its found me.) I notice when I begin overdoing it and step away. I am even starting to notice my ego’s energy signature. Its a good thing to notice.

The Games We Play: Last Friday I woke up with a feeling of frustration in my body. I knew I had to get out and walk off the agitation. As I did, a question arose that surprised me. Not “Where am I going?” which is often the question of mid-life, but rather, “Why am I here?”

We all have subconscious Whys that drive our behavior. For a very long time, I played the game of “proving my worth to gain recognition.” It showed up at work. A year ago, I was working arduously with an immense workload and little support. It broke my health and a relationship with a pet. Now, after 9 months of feeding my creativity and heart, I can’t even hold this frequency in my body. I recognize my gifts Now, I’d rather have Fun.  My workload responded accordingly.

A year ago, my need to protect myself from outer judgment wouldn’t have let me “play” with these visionaries to the extent I can now. When I could stop carrying other people’s judgements and still remain open in my heart, I began receiving genuine recognition and respect without the effort. Rather than waste energy on getting recognition, I’d rather use my gifts and choose when, why and with who?

The rule of “so within, so without” is physics. Growing up I wasn’t taught life could be Fun, but I find my natural Body Spirit is fine with this.

We all play games without realizing it. “Doing life right” is a big one. What is your game? Where are you choosing more effort instead of just being You?

Autumnal Glory. I’m intrigued my Being raised this question for me at this time. Areas of my life have started to reflect the real me. Pieces that had been hiding and wanting to be known. So now, why am I here?

All roads point to this autumn. The incongruence (contrast) in our lives (the heaviness) shows us who we aren’t. The stuff that lights us up shows us who we are. I was reminded that autumn is simply chlorophyll breaking down in leaves. Without the green, other colors that have been there all along express themselves.

This feels like a promise. Our own light seeping through our veins expressing our true nature.

Stay #heartwoke. To your exquisite unfolding,

Monisha

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NOTES:

1. No Tuesday Dance Chapel Zoom on October 17th 2023 as I am travelling.

2. I wrote a throwaway poem:

Throwaway Poem:

The piazza is a square

The courtyard is a square

The way the sunlight hits

the tree against the red brick wall

is an angle

that crisscrosses on the cobblestone floor

in two triangles

one of shadow, and

one of light.