Sitting in my office staring at a blank page, I prepare to write about this past week. The sun warms my elbow as it sneaks under the window shade and through the sunscreens meant to filter out its heat. Today feels like spring, green popping up in brown patches of winter grass, weeds reaching for the sky fed by puddles left from last week’s storm that still nourish the ground.
Ever found yourself stuck in contemplation, lost in a fog of indecision, or just muddling along towards tomorrow, no destination in mind? That is a lot like what this past week has felt like for me. I get up and get off to a great start and then bog down in distractions and noise. Progress seems to go backwards along with my best laid plans. Now Darby sits staring out my office glass French door, daring me to open it so she can dash about and chase the lizards that may be warming themselves on the piles of rocks waiting to be in a sacred garden once again. Excuse me a moment, while I indulge her hunting ways…
I’m back… that was a bit longer break than I imagined as I sat beneath the cottonwood bare of her summers greenery and stared at the brilliant blue sky filled with wisps of white threads and puffy cotton balls edged in gray. The sun shown through the space between clouds and I could do nothing but lean back in Grandpa’s old metal rocking chair, brought to CA in the 60’s, all the way from Missouri. That chair cradled me as I lay back and let the suns rays warm my face and hands as it soaked through the red shirt I was wearing. Lulled by the sunshine and peace, I drifted off into the dream.
Another first for this place I am working at calling home. No leaf blower at the neighbors or mowers churning in the distance. No dogs barking to interrupt that moment of reverie and in that silence of nature, I was gifted with the voice of hawk, not seen but heard, on this gorgeous February morning sitting in my grandfather’s chair.
Not where I thought my day would go but how blessed I am feeling in this moment for Darby’s insistence on a journey outside that took me outdoors, and into the glorious healing light of the sun. I am reminded of how inspiration thrives when I let go of what I think I have to do and let myself be guided by what I am supposed to be doing without any expectation of the end result and here I am writing.
I could talk about this weeks chaos of misunderstood communications or the distraction of resistance, of the call to be on the road again and the pull of the ocean daring me to get on a plane. I could tell you about the new book or the next one or the painting started last year that sits in wait of color on brush. There is a feather fan waiting to be adorned with spirals of beads and my camera begging me to take off in this glorious sunshine and chase wildflowers that must be sprouting on the sunlight hillsides after all the nourishing rain of this past month.
But I am going to finish with gratitude this week. Gratitude for the ability to talk out the misunderstandings, for the resilience to resistance that brings me back to present. I want to share my gratitude for a movie with my sister and the laughter we shared as we enjoyed 80 for Brady and buttered popcorn. I am grateful for writing buddies and writing teachers and writing classes that keep me writing when there just don’t seem to be the right words left to write. And I am grateful for you all who let me in to your inbox each week as I write my thoughts and hopefully feed your inspiration.
May the sun shine in your neck of the woods and may you be blessed with the voice of nature whispering in your ear. Let yourself be led by your intuition and into joy.
Writing On…
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Vicki Dobbs is a bold and adventurous warrior walking a path of heart to manifest spirituality in everyday lives. She opens existential gateways for individuals to face their challenges and embrace these tests as the great teachers that they are.
Her goal is to see everyone walk in beauty and balance every day of their lives empowered by the voice of their own authentic truth.
Through Wisdom Evolution and Sacred Wisdom Workshops, Vicki creates opportunities for others to make deep personal changes through experiential classes, ceremony, sacred art and story. She endeavors to inspire others to create their lives intentionally. Vicki is an Inspirator of everyday awareness, an Instigator of spontaneous stories and a Connoisseur of Creativity. Gratitude and grace sprinkled with humility and humor are the medicine she brings to the world.
As an Elder, Teacher and Entrepreneur, Spiritual Coach, Ordained Minister and Crafter of Sacred Art and Tools, Vicki perceives life’s journey as an ever-upward spiraling ascension of the human spirit leading her to wisdom, wholeness and authenticity.
Her experience includes being trained in the Harner Method of Shamanic Counseling and the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition of Cross Cultural Shamanism. She is a Graduate Teacher and Mentor with the Lynn Andrews Center For Sacred Arts and Training and has been the Administrator and Writers Guide for Writing Spirit, the School.
Vicki is also an Artist of the Spirit Certified Spiritual and Energetic Life Coach, a Graduate Mentor in the AoS program and a founding member of HeatherAsh Amara’s Warrior Goddess Leadership Team and Facilitator of the Warrior Heart Practice.
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