Window of One’s Own

Sunrise Earlier

Mon, 5 Nov 2007 09:00:55 -0500

Sunrise one hour earlier, and I can see it through the trees now.
Each leaf that falls from my canopy exposes more of the morning sky.

Our lives become more clear as the winter sky moves in, and we gather time for ourselves.

Why is time such a frequent commodity that we give away and leave so little for ourselves, even though it is the nurturence we need to even dream?

Tine for ourselves is what we have after everything else is completed and done.

i want this to change for me and I ask for the courage to begin.

© 2007 Raven Su.Sane

Window of My Heart

Mon, 5 Nov 2007 08:55:02 -0500

Opening the window of my heart I breathe in more room.

I open to the breath that does not judge and allow myself more dancing room.

The dance of internal feet that step into the rhythm of levitation.

© 2007 Raven Su.Sane

Grace Comes

Sat, 3 Nov 2007 06:30:49 -0400

Grace comes even when we are not looking, and it opens us to the very ease we need.

The integrity to surrendering to what you know and feel is beyond all the questions and it freely supports us even when no one else can.

© 2007 Raven Su.Sane

Attic Space

Thu, 1 Nov 2007 06:46:15 -0400

Halloweenmas/Samhain

“Attic Space”- a small saffron book:

“Creating space to breathe, making up my mind up like my bed, kind of lumpy, brightly colored, many pillows inside a pyramid of attic space.

The space that sits up in our home, up where the birds nest and the leaves unfold big and green, is my space and I share it with my soul.

He and I nest like two birds and sleep unattended by the limits of normal space. I bend and fall between and below the angled frames.

I breathe in the height and awaken within me the memory of trees. The sacred enfolds this space and the intellectual of attic dwelling consumes the consciousness of a time in an upper room.

Pleasure and promise become the real matter of living closer to the stars, and the pyramids of multiple dormers complete the ceiling warmth contained in the dreaming, of an attic space as felt in the home, as it rises to its dreamtime.” --part of small saffron book “Attic Space” by Raven Su.Sane

© 2007 Raven Su.Sane

With the Mystery

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 23:52:25 -0400

3:30 am a time to be alone with the mystery. A time to hear within the dreaming pose. A time to begin a new body of work.

A time to write and then curl back up in repose with Robert. To snuggle into the deep pitch of night and ride the circumference of discovery.

© 2007 Raven Su.Sane