Love-Month Themed Post

In these days of lingering cold, it’s important to keep the heart(h)s warm to see ourselves through to spring. These last months of winter are especially challenging for me; every glimpse of sunshine stirs the spring waiting inside of me and when the snow falls and the temperature drops yet again…Well, that’s when I remember I need to keep stoking the inner flames. Luckily, a little bit of love can go a long way.

In this vein, I’d like to share with you a poem and a tarot spread that have been bestowed upon me recently:

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Love is not a title due
after proper certification.

It does not come with a deed.

It is certainly not
a collar
thrown about one’s neck
(you cannot tug love at your heel).


x


When love comes,
it comes easy—
you wonder what took so long
just to turn your gaze
and see
the door was open the whole time.

One day, after you finally gave up
bargaining for it,
love crept in
under the living room rug
and it sprouted
until it pushed its way up through the weave,
and it bloomed
filling the room with its scent.

From that day on,
every fruit that fed you,
you plucked from its branches
and every leaf you swept
you gave back.

When it broke through the roof,
you finally realized
all that lies between it
and the infinite expanse of sky
is dead images of itself
rotting away.

Anomie Still

The tarot spread came a few days later, inspired by the metaphor revealed within the poem. The spread was built on the question, “How do I grow my love?” Of course, this question can be flexed a bit to suit the needs of the querent.

lovetree spread

Suggested interpretations:

  1. The Root: the source point or primary action of growth
  2. Left Branch: the analytic mind, thoughts and attitudes
  3. Right Branch: the creative/sensual mind, thoughts and attitudes
  4. Left Flower: what grows of the left branch and is given for the well-being of all
  5. Right Flower: the gift to be shared of the right branch
  6. Fruit: what comes back to you, feeds you, and bears the seed that brings the cycle into its next revolution.

Take heart, love! Spring is coming. In the meantime, keep those flames alive ♥

 

 

Hello and welcome.

Consider this post to be simultaneously an introduction and manifesto. I am your host. I go by many names, but here, the mask I wear is named Anomie Still.

This is an artist’s blog, otherwise known as a “personal blog” (and personally, I despise that descriptor. It pretends like the personal begins at 5 and ends at 9…here, you will encounter an odd blend of personal and professional, any time of day.) In giving it this title, I mean to convey that a) the blog will be self-driven and b) it will showcase a wide range of topics. An example list looks like this:

  • deep psyche, archetypes and the Imaginal
  • fiber arts
  • archeomythology
  • parenting
  • philosophy
  • parenting philosophy
  • social theory, anthropology, etc.
  • natural health
  • literature (fiction, nonfic, poetry…)
  • um, this list continues for a long while

A more important list maybe, is the one that gives life to the last. Its parent list, if you will. Which is, what is valued here: purity of expression, a hero’s heart, clarity of sight, a balanced mind, the drummer’s knowing, and the processes of dreaming Heaven on Earth.

These things summarize this blog’s intent as succinctly as I can swing here, standing at the inception of its timeline like this. I’ll finish this post off with a bit about me.

Who am I? I’m a meandering child-spirit with a romantic fixation on healing the world.

I traveled quite a bit growing up, with family and independently. This exposure to lives of so many different flavors and feelings hooked something in me.

I later attended and graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor’s degree in International Studies and English. Post-graduation, I continue my studies independently. I follow my nose, though my studies largely revolve around questions of the human spirit and its relationships with Self and Other. Where do these studies lead? I can’t say for certain, but it smells like Utopia.

I’m also a stay-at-home mom. I’m madly in love with my children, and most of my time is theirs. But know this—as I am devoted to my babes, I am devoted to the art. I will always return, so long as there’s somewhere to return to.

These are the tools of my dreaming.

A final note. This is an important one so I’ll put it in caps: I DO NOT USE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I know this is HIGHLY CONTROVERSIAL, but I don’t appreciate the state of mind they create. On a base level, they’re censoring’s more politically correct cousins. Trigger warnings aside, rest assured that I will treat all subjects with care.

May every wound opened here be healed. May this be a space for re-vision-ing and rehabilitation. May it pave the way for connective dialogue, creative unfolding, and planetary re-alignment. May the dream come true.