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The Sensitive Soul – A Story

December 19, 2012

“So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.”

~ Jewel

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to a friend about her daughter. The little one was having stomach aches at school.  I don’t think I got through to my friend just how much I could relate to that feeling.  Sometimes I feel like I am sensitive to the whole world.  The older I get and the more I learn about myself and about the way my body, mind and spirit work, the more I realise just how sensitive I am – how sensitive I have always been.  I have begun to listen to the messages my body is sending me, and to learn to be grateful for the ‘different’ way I feel the world.

So this story is dedicated to my friend and her wonderful, special and magical daughter, and to all of the other souls who can see even a glimpse of themselves in my words.  You are not alone. You are loved.

The Sensitive Soul [5:10] by Meghan Genge

Would you like to hear another? Here is: Wings.

Stories

The Caged Woman – A Story

October 10, 2012

“Find a new way. A better way. Your way. The unknown, uncharted path through this wild new world that allows you – yourself in your uniqueness – to reclaim the full measure of your true nature.”

~ Martha Beck

The Caged Woman by Meghan Genge (5:33)

Would you like to hear another? Here is: The Village.

Image Credit: “The Adventurous Bird” by Fréya Eté. Used with permission. Click on image for link to her etsy site.

Quotes, Sacred Feminine, Stillness, Uncategorized, Wild Woman

Over the Bones

June 19, 2012

“I am a writer. I am a seeker. I can find magic anywhere. I want to tell you stories and tell your stories. I love to celebrate everything in every way. I can see to the heart and the possibilities in anything. I am still afraid of my own bigness. I want to consciously decide how to live each day.  I have a profound belief in the sacredness of all things. I want to shine a light.” – meghan genge

 

venice door 1 meg web

It’s all there.

I have done the research. I have the books (nearly all of the books!) I have the paint and the glue and the glitter. I have the mala and the camera. I have the computer and the pen. I have the crystals and the sage and the websites. I have the DVDs and the pdfs. I have the words – especially the ones I wrote at the top of this post – and the support.

The bones are ready.

In Women Who Run With the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes writes:

“La Loba sings over the bones she has gathered. To sing means to use the soul-voice. It means to say on the breath the truth of one’s power and one’s need, to breathe soul over the thing that is ailing or in need of restoration…That is singing over the bones.”

I read those lines for the first time when I was about 23. I didn’t get it then, and I am not totally certain I get it now.  What I do finally understand is that I have been collecting bones ever since.

How I understand the story of La Loba today is that now I need to consciously choose to stop collecting and start singing. I need to “…say on the breath the truth of [my] power and [my] need.”  My daily practice has been collecting and searching, collecting and searching for as long as I can remember. Now it is time to sit still and breathe soul.

Sit still and breathe soul.

Yes.

ox