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Wings – A Story

November 13, 2012

“We fear to trust our wings. We plume and feather them, but dare not throw our weight upon them. We cling too often to the perch.” 

~ Charles Newcomb Baxter

I was all set to record another story this week and I have come down with a cold that has completely taken my voice away.  (What is the lesson there?) So tonight I have decided to give you my very first story.  Written when I had finally decided that stories were the way I wanted to take my website, but before I realized that I wanted to record them, it is short and sweet.

As you can see, wings and freedom and wildness is a theme right now. I wonder what will come of that?

I hope you enjoy it.

xo

Wings by Meghan Genge [2:42]

Would you like to hear another? From here you can choose your own adventure: You can listen to me read my novel, Unfurl, or read it for yourself, or you can follow me into the story with my course Seven Stories, or you can take one of my courses to help you find your own magic, or you can sign up for my newsletter, because more magic is coming…

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

sacred, totems

Deer Medicine

August 8, 2011

“…be confident enough to say, ‘This is what I believe in. This is what I like. This is my soul, exposed.” – Geraldine James Creative Walls

 

3825745_lydSaXs8_cI am lucky enough to have a commute that consists of a 10 minute walk in the country.  Up until this week I always took the same route because I thought it was quicker.  Well, the crazy train threatened to stop at my station this week and I was desperate not to fall into old patterns of woe and angst so I decided to shake things up.  Four mornings ago I turned right instead of left and walked a different way through the woods.

On day one I noticed a lone deer standing underneath a tree.  I noticed, I whispered hello, but I kept on going: earphones in, walk determined, and focus clearly pointed ahead.  Heavy things were weighing on my mind and I was afraid to be late for work.

On day two as I turned down the last path through a bit of woods, I startled a deer. It ran across the path in front of me and away through the trees.  I looked up from the path and watched it go, and then hurried on to work.

Yesterday – the day before the crazy train was due to arrive – feeling a bit disconnected and nervous, I sat still in the morning and asked for some help to get through the next couple of days. Then I put a podcast on my ipod and walked to work.  I have no idea why, but for some reason about half way there, I stopped in my tracks. It was like I had been halted.  Looking up I realized that not 5 feet away from me stood two deer – a male and a female – standing and staring right back at me.  The next thing I heard was the voice on the ipod say, “NOW do I have your attention?” I laughed out loud, but the deer didn’t move.  They just stood there and watched me right back until I finally went on my way.

I was filled up with the knowledge that I was not alone and that everything was going to be okay – whatever happened.  Ted Andrews says that the original meaning of deer is ‘wild animal.’  He also says that: “When deer show up there is an opportunity to express gentle love that will open new doors to adventure for you.”  Crazy train averted.

Lessons, it seems, are repeated until you get them.

The photograph is ‘Three Deer Glade” by Mark Simms. Winner of the UK Wildlife Photography Competition 2010. http://www.wildlifeextra.com/go/photo/uk-wildlife-photography010.html