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What's Your Timing?

We spend most of our lifetime in reaction to the world around us, to our conditioning, to what people do to us, for us, with us. When you are in touch with your essential reality, you become a prime mover. You being to be a sacred witness, simply watching, creating harmony and balance and a space of tenderness around you of kindness and understanding. -Lynn V. Andrews, Love and Power

Shamanic Sterling Silver Earrings (The Dreamtime), 2017 Stacie Florer
I was switching a bookcase from my bedroom to the office and the Lynn Andrews book, Love and Power, slipped into my hands.

I couldn't remember ever purchasing this book...where did it come from? I opened it up randomly like you do when leafing through a book to see if any of the pages sparked a memory, and it was heavily underlined, which is something I don't normally do.


Over the weekend, I traveled down to North Carolina to attend a retreat at Wild Acres Retreat Center, and roomed with a friend of mine that is moving to Roanoke in a few weeks. She has been a great friend and traveling partner where we share experiences of spiritual gatherings with others. I was with her when we were both introduced to Human Design in Jonesborough, TN, and from previous experience, I know when we are together, there will be a shift in my own understandings about the mysteries of being human.

So this morning, we were talking about her recent insight about staying out of reaction to her life, and instead, adopting a wait and see attitude when confronted with a snag in her plans for her move here to Roanoke. She shared that she has been experimenting with just observing what is happening rather than trying to head things off or control an outcome.

And like magic, the snags seem to work themselves out much more elegantly than had she intervened as per her usual, and reactive, self has done in the past.

She has entered into an experiment regarding finding her right timing to hold back from reactive action, and hold and consolidate her power for action when the timing is right.

She shared with me the particulars of her experiences, and I felt the need to run back to my bedroom and grab this book. As I was finding the particular passage regarding timing to read to her, she noticed that the book had her underlines and writing in it!

About 5 years ago, she had gifted me some books in a bulk giveaway, and this jewel was in the stack.

So, it struck me that it was a super example about the importance of right timing for each of us...this knowledge and insight had been living in my bookcase for years, but the timing of finding it, of honoring my gut knowing to run back to my room and retrieve the book to share with her a passage in this time and space had a lot more impact because the timing was correct for both of us to enter into this shared experience about the nature of right timing.

I love it when shifts like this happen!

Over the last few weeks, I've been feeling a strong creative impulse to return to my fascination with shamanic and tribal understanding of the importance of connection to the earth and to ourselves. It shows in my new work, and the earrings above are my latest foray into exploration of the abstract way of rearranging the pictures of my life and making sense of them.

You know how the symbols of the dreamtime are often disjointed and hazy...but both the dreamtime and waking reality really reflect all of this integration.

The realizations and shifts occur in their own timing...I just have to patient enough to wait out the process and uneasiness of the chaos before order happens. That's the gist of what I was trying to portray with these earrings.

So that is the inspiration behind the design I've just added to my shop above....comments are always appreciated!

Do you feel anxiety in the waiting?

 Pushing energy before the right time for action often results in frustration, anger and bitterness...what's your experience with this?

Blooming on Dead Wood

“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.” ― Dean Jackson

I planted a Butterfly bush last year and this year the yield of brightly colored winged-ones has been a true joy. I try and seed my environment with symbols of change, to continually reinforce my belief that metamorphous is always possible, and that transition is the nature of life itself.

My father moved in with us in late March, and he is moving into his new apartment in a couple of weeks. He is in the middle of great change, and this morning we had a conversation about trying to go back to the actual environments where we have experienced a sense of peace and tranquility. For me, it was in Cabot, Arkansas, where I lived as a kid.

Up until I was 15 years old, I thought that I would live in Cabot for the rest of my life, my parents would grow old there and that often wished for sense of safety (which is always accompanied with mundaneness) would be my future.

Life had different plans....

In one week, I learned that my parents were divorcing, my brother and I were moving to Little Rock and attending a private school, AND we found my dog dead near a creek that ran between us and our neighbor's house. It was a pivotable time for me. Mundaneness went out the window, along with my belief in the possibility of life not changing.

I discovered that my suffering was tied to this idea that change was bad after a few months of shock. And I believe my body decided to take me on a ride where change would be front and center for the rest of my life.

What to do? Resist the lesson and continue to suffer? Or embrace the change and learn to navigate with wings instead?

I swear I think I grow a new set of wings every year...metamorphous isn't a one time deal. Changes allow us to continue strengthening our wings, but eventually, your wings give out and it's time to grow another pair.

Life has a way of handing out experiences where you can choose to fly or stay grounded.

A few years ago, Shayne and I moved back to Arkansas, thinking we could capture what we left behind us years ago...childhood friendships and that sense of safety and peace. I mean, we were of a certain age, right? No children...maybe it would be good to be around those that have known us for years and years, and we could settle in for this last half of our lives in a place where we had rooted before we learned how to fly.

Not surprisingly, we came back as Butterfly's surrounded by lots and lots of caterpillars. We were seen as weird...we were not the same people dressed in older bodies.  Drinking hot tea instead of Lipton's sun tea in the middle of the afternoon was commented upon as...peculiar. Our tea moment around those that had never left, never leapt from their place of birth was a pivotable experience for us, and we started laying the groundwork to take flight again.

The previous longing I felt for rootedness where I had rooted before started to feel more like having my feet tied up with invisible fishing line...a tangled mess with no hope of untangling. I started to realize I was going to have to cut the line to be really free.

One thing that I observed during a weekend reunion of sorts was the part that alcohol seemed to play in the lives of those that never left. Have you ever seen a bucket filled with sea crustaceans? The ones that try and climb out of the bucket are always pulled back in by the others too afraid to make a break for it.

That image of crabs grabbing for the legs of those trying to rise up nagged at me while I was there.

I watched them as they greeted each other with, "You haven't changed at all!" like that was a good thing. The stench of staleness was palpable in their words and actions. Many seemed to be in a  rush to don beer goggles to soften and distort the reality that we were not in the bloom of our youth.

Do I believe it is possible to grow and change if rooted to the same spot year after year?

You bet...but you have to cut off of the dead wood to do it. I'm not advocating against staying rooted in the same spot...I'm advocating for growing where you happen to be regardless of how long you have been there.

Who are you right now? What if you couldn't remember who you were or how you were perceived by others before you had your eyes opened to the gift of change and transition?

My Butterfly bush will be cut down to the ground this fall and next year will grow into an entirely new bush. I think we can do that too...drop what you were and learn how to experience yourself as all new growth instead of trying to bloom on dead wood year after year.

I'm constantly tending to my inner garden, trying to determine where the dead wood is and eliminating it. It's very difficult to cut off a branch that I've become accustomed to having attached...but the new growth that is sure to arrive quickly erases my unease about cutting it off.

Our environment has the answers if we are willing to stop and listen to what it is trying to teach us.

Have a nice flight, butterfly!

Pretty, Shiny Things

I started making jewelry again this week after yet another set-back. I found myself in the Emergency Room a couple of weeks ago with severe chest pain.

I was nervous about it having something to do with the surgery, but it looks like it was a recurrence of an old chest injury I did to myself last year after helping Shayne lift up some sheet rock.

The Emergency room doctor thought a virus could also be responsible but we will never really know. I feel pretty sure that it came about because I started feeling my oats and bit off a lot more than I should have chewed...I know that it was debilitating and disheartening.

I still have limited energy to do much, and on the days that I have to work even a short shift, I conserve my energy so that I can be vibrant and helpful while I am working. I have had alternating periods of feeling really frustrated, to just giving in to the way I feel and resting if I need to. Mom said it would be 6 months before I really feel like myself again, and I believe her now that I am almost 3 months post surgery.

This summer I have busied myself making areas for sitting and resting much more cozy and beautiful since that has been my focus. My front porch is now a little bird sanctuary where I can drink my coffee and watch the sweet winged ones come and go, squabbling and chattering, whistling and chirping to me, the neighborhood cats and each other. I am discovering the personality of my land...the little ones that inhabit this 1/2 acre are extensions of my family now...and I have a morning routine where I feed and water the birds, and take down raw peanuts and corn for my neighborhood crows.

I am fascinated by corvids...always have been. They are so smart...and devoted to their family. I call out, "Hey Crow-Babies," and they are usually waiting for me to appear with their morning treats down on our second tier. I love that they no longer fly away when they see me coming, and watch me spread out their morning feed on the ground. I bought a pretty, shiny silver scoop that carries their food down the hill. From what I've read, it is largely a myth that crows collect and hoard shiny things, but I am hoping they associate that bright scoop with me carrying it as a friendly sign.

I have a serene screened porch, almost like a treehouse, that has needed some loving care in the furniture department, so I bought some deep seated chairs and an ottoman for ultimate comfort. Shayne and I will enjoy sitting out there during all the weather changes...I am truly living a dreamy existence with my living space merging into my yard.

I have the day off today and plan on making jewelry for at least half of it. I'm still being patient with myself,  holding myself back a bit so that I can continue to make progress without any setbacks. I am finding I have energy for just one thing a day...working at the store, or working at home. But not both yet. Still have to work up to that...and nap when necessary.

My neighbor had a birthday while I was recuperating and I made her these simple, shiny hoop earrings. I love them...pretty, shiny things have never been as important to me as they are now. But shiny is typically associated with newness. I am looking at my world with fresh eyes, looking for new opportunities for connecting with others as well as myself. I think that is the emphasis for me this year...freshness and consciously creating a supportive and thriving environment for me as well as those that find themselves in my company.

I am very behind with my accounts and updating my shop. I am hopeful that will soon be remedied.