Starlings Leaving Thunder Bay by Donna Harvey. A Lesson in Moving On.
A while back some muses played Kick the Can in The Messy Room. It was a spontaneous game of creative play, each muse “kicking” off the muse’s contribution before them with their favorite medium. There were even enough kicks that it merited the title of “project. Then one day, long after the can dust had settled, a muse named Donna showed up and, after rummaging around in some of the Messy Room’s back rooms, she was inspired to take her kick at the can.
Donna’s kick went straight to the moon – to that lunar side of knowingness. No doubt an angel call landed her in the Messy Room, as I find myself in the company of many these days who are going through what she shares with her kick of the can – self included.
In her email, she wrote, “This was written under the illuminating light of a Cancer Moon going full in Leo wherein my heart will always speak louder than my mind. I followed the pen. If this is too much, I can rewrite and resubmit my inspiration when the moon goes into Taurus.”
You know what I am going to say, Donna? Keep following that pen. Your art and words are inspired, intense, brilliant and playful. And I do believe that a few of us have been waiting for you.
Moon Meditations by Donna Harvey. Where would you like to go today?
About Donna in her own words:
“There was a time when I did not consider myself an artist. I thought it to be nothing more than what I did on craft day with my kids. I was a just a mother, the one who made sandwiches and found socks. I have grown in understanding that if anything, IT is all art. Born of that understanding, I was an artist. So, I will write you a story “On Being Born.” Or more likely, “On Being Brave.” Or perhaps even “The Effects of Neptune in Pisces. Whatever it might be, it is a journey through that of a messy room that ironically, births an uncluttered mind.”
HERE IS DONNA’S KICK AT THE CAN:
Suspended in oblivion, I am not yet aware of the terms of the agreement and my fated upheaval. As I wallow in complacency and the comforts of the womb, I become faintly aware that I can no longer float freely but in fact, I am bound by what once had sustained me and I cling to its puny offerings as it now subtly resists me.
I am no stranger to the darkness, but the blackness that now envelops me, compels a sudden numbing dread. Although the voices are barely audible, the urgency in which they are spoken is unmistakable, like some ugly prelude to what has yet to come. The incessant drone of voiced opinions and practical advice crawls through my skin as if marching ants.
I am repulsed by this unsettling sensation as I become acutely aware of the connection I have with my body and my mind. I feel the blood race through me and send every fiber of my being, convulsing with fear as I struggle with this unrelenting resistance and my impending doom. What once had provided nourishment has now become some colossal force that assaults my body and sweeps down on me with great vengeance to expel me from this coveted space.
I know nothing of heroes and saviors but feel a most compelling need to fall to my knees and pray to the blackness that now consumes me, and without pride, I beg for mercy. I cling to that which repels me so defiantly. I curse answered prayers as I gather new strength to battle the breach that now looms before me. I labor with the intensity of monumental change, which contorts my body and sends me reeling towards the blinding light.
Letting go becomes inevitable as I submit to this undeniable force and surrender to this evolution.
A mournful wail transcends from the depths of my soul as I succumb to what lays before me. My liberation is fast approaching as I drink in the warmth that embraces me and I feel safe in the cradle of her arms.
Starlings in the Meadow by Donna Harvey. An empty Girl Guide Cookie Box and a knife. Finding what you love.
As I wrap up this post, I am DELIGHTED to witness and be part of this creative flow. The generosity of muses like Donna, who share their creativity so freely and spontaneously, inspires me. And I hope it does you too!
Check out The Messy Room’s “Kick the Can” project. Videos, art, poetry, mandalas … and more! CLICK to see the rest of the can kicks!
Want to help us kick this can around the world?
1. Write a story, poem, song, classified add – just kidding – or come up with some other creation.
2. Contact me with your art creation/copy and a link to your blog or website, and where in the world you are kicking the can from.
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