I am the one who …

I am the one who dwells in the house of Christmas.

I am the one who tries to make each Christmas beautiful.

I am the one with strong convictions of tradition.

I am the one who plans the decorations in themes of red, green and white.

I am the one who places the star atop the tree and prays for the coming of a New Year.

I am the one who watches for snow and hangs the bow tied wreath upon the front door.

What do you have to give me?

I give you hope and the promise of another Christmas.

What do want from me?

I want you to keep Christmas in your heart throughout the year.

Other sites I maintain filled with Writing and Art are through taking part in a place called ~Soul Food Cafe~.

~Making Descansos~

~Exploring Archetypes – Art & Writing~

~Celebrating Advent In European Style~

~Celebrating Advent – A Lemurian Tour~

~Writing Combined With Art~

***Recently, I have not added to these various blogs. I usually put more time into them through the long winter months while awaiting Spring which seems to come late in Upstate, New York. The art and writing I work at seems so scattered and I wanted to give it some order on my personal blog.

Heather Blakely, (aka – Sibyl and/or Enchanteur) guides all those
who pass through these portals with a white glove treatment,
a full heart of generosity, and the promise of an adventure with
relentless pursuits.

Do you enjoy blogging or have a desire to try? Do you enjoy the
company of other writers and artists through community groups found on the Internet?
Are you interested in finding your own door at Soul Food Cafe?
Are you bringing with you a desire of journey and perhaps getting
to the core of your being? Then Soul Food Cafe is where you should
be.

Contact Heather Blakey:

heatherblakey@daileywriting.net

And, be sure to visit Soul Food Cafe !!!

I am the one who …

craves adventure in different places and parts of myself.

through traveling believes I can find the true self by
comforting the unknown.

believes there are frontiers of the human heart and mind
to explore.

searches out my own truths and stands up to those who think
they know what is best for me.

begins in captivity – captured by conformity and cultures.

needs to learn respect for another’s journey and encourage
their embarking quests.

creates boundaries and knows where I begin and end as well
as others.

*** Notes

For many years, I have, in the places of my dreams and
imagination, traveled the streets of Paris. I have an extensive
collection of magazine articles and random maps, some books
about living modestly and cost efficient. I read of poets and
artists and purchase posters of Cezanne paintings. I am attracted
to Monet’s love of brilliant yellow kitchens, fresh cut flowers
of vivid blue, and preparing brunch with friends in a warm country
sun each day.

Each morning with excitement, while drinking coffee, I read ‘Paris Breakfast’
on the computer. I purchase CD’s at the book store and listen to
French singers who I don’t know.

There is a phrase in art speak called ‘Women With Wings’. Beryl
Markham comes to mind each time I see the phrase. She flew planes -
the small Mickey Mouse type, through Africa, so long ago. I fly
with her and am the wing walker when not rescuing safari hunters
caught in the endless rain. I walk in the coolness of African nights
and hear the growl of strange animals close by. I try and converse with people
native of their vast continent who have so much to teach me. Yet one more place
I long to wander and wonder.

In reality, I have gone to New York City on the whim and inevitably become
lost. How does one describe a good ‘lost’? I was overwhelmed and tearful
at the vastness of a city built upon the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean.
In the twilight of the winter evening, captured by traffic, I watched the endless
number of people walking to and fro. I asked myself, where have they been and
where are they going? The city is the ‘Wanderers’ playground. One can be anomaious
and yet surrounded by people here. Each person walking is in sink, holding
white, plastic shopping bags in a clutched fist. As one moves with the traffic,
the sound of brakes squeaking and grinding becomes a comfort instead of an irritation.
You know you are moving – slowly, and you can take the scenery in of changing streets with
ethnic groups beginning and ending on the numbered street signs. The world changes
in a starling manner from one street corner to the next. When after hours of
stops and starts you find your way out of the city and ride the bridge of vast
lights an emptiness grabs hold of your soul. I am a wanderer and must keep
going if only to return to my home base – the place I feel stationed at. I will
find myself yet again planning another journey.

I have read the shadow side of the wanderer, the traveler, the vagabond, or nomad
could be called, ‘the lost soul’. Someone perhaps on an aimless journey without
direction …  disconnected from goals and others. Isn’t it more the idea of
adventure – seeing the unseen? Does each experience we have always have to be goal
oriented, with goodness towards another? Isn’t that concept staying inside the
four corners of the dark box? By taking a journey real or imagined isn’t that
stepping outside the box for a few moments and returning not only refreshed,
renewed but perhaps growth has taken place – if only a touch?

I will remain one who wanders. I never realized what a big part of myself this
archetype was. I know I will also return to the home base – perhaps bringing with me
a more authentic self which has been enriched by the very process of wandering.
 

~Alice In Wonderland~

I am the one who …

tumbles, at times down a dark swirling tunnel of depression.

doesn’t let the true self come out in everyday living.

is quiet, is shy, and very fearful.

doesn’t fit in and longs to travel to unknown places real or imagined.

What do you want from me? What do you have to give me?

I can lead you through the door or out of the swirling tunnel back to your magical happy child. Together, we can become assertive.

I am the one who …

protects the delicate inside emotions of your churning heart.

smiles for the people while performing when I would least like to.

distracts the crowds with tricks of conversation and the joke.

who jumps through hoops as the tiny dog holds it with his teeth.

that can make magic and the birds surprise even me, as they fly around me.

who wears the lapels with big flowers smelling big sweetness.

most featured during the long day of the work.

rich in color and clothed in black and white.

loathes to perform – the curtain call begins at sunrise.

What do you want from me? What do you have to give me?

To stop performing to extremes. To be yourself – ask, what this means? If you ask – I can give you the answers to being yourself. Performing is an exhausting emotion.

I am the one who …

I am the one who thinks your work is not good enough.

I am the one who at times creates in pain.

I am the one who feels the part of the ~lost~ soul.

I am the one who believes the ~true~ artist remains
in isolation.

I am the one who …

I am the core of your being.

I am your natural expression.

I am the one who brings you joy, unaffected.

I am your talent, your skill, and performer.

I am the one who is resourceful.

I am the one who brings into existence.

I am the world of imagination.

What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?

I give you a life time of fulfillment.

I am always here for you.

I want you to live each day artistically in some way
if only for five minutes.

I am the one who …

I am the one whirling and twirling, falling to the bottom,
tied up in the seaweed of life misery.

I am the one watching life pass me by – the green and blue
iridescent colors of the fish represent the speed of life.

I am the one who can push back up to some semblance of order.
The seaweed is loose and I can escape.

I am the one who sees the sequins as problems to solve revealing
sparkling life lessons.

I am the one who sees the structure of chaos escalating.

I am the one who knows the time has come to let go – seven years
in a cycle of spinning.

I am the one who …

I am the one who is frozen in a perpetual winter – a winter of
measured emotions that have run their course.

I am the one who is seeking angels in a spiritual quest of
my soul.

I am the one who sees the gate and chooses sometimes to blow
the snow away and not walk through until the time is right.

I am the one who knows spring will come – the angels will blow
the grey picture sky and stark white snow away.

I am the one who will walk the three stone path into the warm
thaw of a spring day.

I am the one who writes of the frozen past in the chill of a
winter day.

I am the one who …

I am the beginning point.

I am the one who establishes you perceptions of life, safety,
nurturing, loyalty and family.

I am all the aspects of the child within.
- the wounded
- abandoned or orphan
- dependent
- innocent
- nature
- divine

I am the one who proceeds with the stages of growth.
- the age of reason – around seven years old
- entering adolescence – age thirteen
- adulthood – age twenty-one

I am the the one who asks what the inner children needs to heal
and feel nurtured.

I am the one who harbors your memories of a childhood incomplete.

What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?

I am the learning path through childhood trauma.