SÉPARATION // Trois nouvelles cartes dessinées pour le challenge #createthisoracledeck2018 proposé par @otm_academy .
Jour 16 : Une pensée triste.
Certaines coupures sont parfois nécessaires au cours de notre vie. Lorsque nous entretenons des liens avec un système, une personne ou une situation qui ne sert pas notre plus grand bien, il est préférable de préserver son intégrité en coupant ces liens qui drainent beaucoup trop d'énergie.
Cette carte nous parle d'un autre type de coupure : la séparation forcée d'avec les êtres qui nous sont chers et avec lesquels nous partageons des liens d'amour et d'amitié forts. Malgré la conscience que toute séparation est illusion, vivre cette expérience dans le monde physique est douloureux et engendre un manque émotionnel.
🌙 Day 5 of the #sensualselfiechallenge : We were asked to use our bodies to convey a message of strength and softness, sensuality and power. When I think of power, I think of Eagle. Truth. Justice. Strength. Boundaries. Knowing when to say, "Enough is enough." The day I found this feather on the beach, I made the conscious decision to accept nothing less than what I deserve. I was smack in the middle of a deep depression after leaving an abusive relationship. I had no sex drive. No joy. No hope. I basically cried, curled up in the fetal position, for 6 months. But the day the Creator gifted this to me, my perspective began to change. I was returning to myself.
I'm feeling the same way after completing this challenge, except I don't think I've ever met this version of me before. It's exhilerating to witness. I don't feel ashamed of my sexuality anymore. I've started to like what I see in the mirror and photographs. I feel SO feminine and SO sensual. A powerhouse of love energy.
Can you imagine if we did this every day? Look at all the healing we are doing! It's fucking gorgeous. 💗
Affirmation by @evyan.whitney: 🌹 "When I am soft, I am strong. When I am connected to my senses, my body, my breath, my sexuality, I am powerful.
When I let my sensual light shine and be visible, I become a beacon of healing and representation for others. I give them permission to access the soft, bold, vulnerable, unashamed parts of themselves.
I will be proud of my body as it is. I will find joy in my reflection. I will luxuriate in this skin I am in.
I will continue to take up space and challenge notions of modesty, respectability, femininity, worthiness, and beauty with my presence.
I will keep nurturing and deepening this relationship I've created with my sensuality because I know that when I give space for my softness, I empower and I heal." 💗
Last week I did an Instastory poll, and overwhelmingly you guys voted to see more art and art creation. 🎨 (So bear with me while I learn how to take better timelapse videos...🙃)
If you guys enjoyed this video let me know! 🖤 I will keep making them! 📽
P.s. a new box of sharpies came in mail today! 🙌
I lose everything when I am loved.
I lose my shells and tethers in this open space of nowness, aquiver with the possibilities of all that we can become together, as we twine our greatest beings mightier than the old gods, as we create our shared reality, and forge the bond between us to be more potent than the swell of the sea—
Pulling and pushing, falling and rising in a dance of becoming, renouncing and divesting to be naked, to be free, aglow with the redemptive ache of vulnerability, ablaze with the inescapable knowledge of death, and of loss. Like embers, we must taste the dust to give birth to the fire.
For even as we open our hearts to love’s light, so do we open them to the plight of feeling our own mortality, of loving fiercely what is knowing that it will cease to be, of holding one another for moments suspended in eternity with our souls breaking as they heal... Because our love knows no time but our bodies, our bodies do.
When I am loved, I lose everything but love.
Read full poem on @breadandcigarettes, link in bio. 🙏🏻✨
Visionary art by @markhensonart.
I lose everything when I am loved.
I lose my shells and hopes
in this open space
with the possibilities
of all that we can become
as you and I twine
our greatest beings
mightier than the old gods
and nail them to the heavens,
as we create our cosmic reality
and forge the bond between us to be
more potent than the swell of the sea—
Pulling and pushing, falling and rising
in a dance of becoming,
renouncing and divesting
to be naked,
to be free,
aglow with the redemptive ache
ablaze with the inescapable knowledge
of death, and of loss.
Like embers, we must taste
to give birth
to the fire...
Read the whole piece on our website, link in bio!
Poem by @steph.annia
Art by @markhensonart.