Mystic Vixen

so comes love

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let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
                go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
            to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear
         so comes love

– e.e. cummings

I am deep in the mystical, magical, woo-woo woods of Vancouver Island.  Better than half way up the eastern side, I am tucked into the sweetest cottage in the Comax Valley with every kind of moss to sink my bare feet into.

This cottage is a perfect paradise with fully equipped kitchen, fireplace inside, fire pit outside and decks all around that give into the expansive gardens where hives of honey bees are carefully nurtured.  There are all sorts of chickens, ducks, towering trees and a dog named Gus.

The people I am connecting with are into sacred dance, tensegrity yoga, fresh baked bread, homemade fig jam and laughter.  Deep, deep laughter.

I am reading deeply, sleeping deeply, stretching deeply, dreaming deeply.

It’s a deep, deep drop into softness, darkness and light — nothing could be more fitting for me right now before I head into teaching the Magic of Myth.

Today I am headed down the dirt road to spend the afternoon getting my hands messy thanks to a new friend I have yet to meet– she calls her art studio the “garage mahal” — you gotta love that.

So, that’s where I am.  I had exactly no idea why I was traveling here or what I would be doing — was just following a call.  May each of us welcome intuitive prompts and bravely heed the beckoning of our heart when it seems straight-up crazypants to go where it leads!

more soonest–

bisous, e

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  2. oh my… wow. that poem captures my heart perfectly. enjoy your time in, what I think of as, one of the most beautiful places on earth. can't wait to hear & see more of your time away.

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  4. So glad you are enjoying your time in my neck of the woods (though I'm not on the mainland) 🙂 Sounds divine – more pictures?

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  6. This sounds so wonderful! I, of course, want to know the nitty-gritty of this intuitive prompt. A dream? An invitation? A flier? How did you know to go there? Did you book the cottage beforehand? Or did you drift there?

    I have this picture of you floating over to Vancouver and the woodland animals showing you the way…sort of snow-white-ish.

    LOVE the e.e. cummings poem. I may or may not steal it from here to post in my office. xoxoxooxooxxx

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  7. Oh my, this sounds like all kinds of heaven and made me think of one of my favorite verses of poetry:

    “And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
    – Kahlil Gibran

    Enjoy the playing, dear. 🙂

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  8. Crazypants is one of my favorite words!! I love this, I love the romantic nuance of following an instinct, and I love that you are having a deeply restorative time away. xoxo

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  16. YES—- I love you ad it is romantic now but I assure you it was SCARY to just follow a call when the rational brain was shouting “what the hell are you doing, exactly?” xoxooxox

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