playing with fire and stomach art

i like playing with fire. literally. i also like writing out my intentions… aka wishes… aka desires. i like taking my penned up happy and anxious energy of my longings and creating an outlet for them. writing it out is a good one. a fun one. especially when i know fire will be involved in my ritual.

i wrote out my intentions (asking)

i placed them in the fire to consume (believing)

and now i am in the receiving mode.

i am reading compass of the soul – 52 ways intuition can guide you to the life of your dreams. every good scallywaif needs a good compass. we were all given our own compass. some people use it. some people don’t. some people are afraid of it. some people are conditioned to deny it. unless they refer to it as discernment, then it’s somehow acceptable. all of that to say, i am unapologetically using my god-given compass. happily.

 i am thinking mondays will make a rather nice day to blog about my shiny little compass and the experiences that follow. but please understand that even though i will be blogging about my compass, i will not waste any energy defending it or seeking to try to make it make any sense to anyone. there are people who will just naturally get it and understand exactly where i am coming from and people who simply will not. i am ok with simply nots. just know that there will be no explanations or defending. you are welcome to see what i am doing with my life, but that is all i am offering you.

compass of the soul blurb: happiness begins with you. “i am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.” – wilhelm von humboldt.

i don’t know who the hell wilhelm von humboldt is, but i like what he has to say and i imagine he is worth a google.

intuition can come in many forms. inner voice, dreams, emotions – feeling right or experience a sense of distrust about an individual or situation. physical sensations – gut feeling. the japanese call intuition “stomach art.” i love that term! instant knowing – sudden flash, at times called the “eureka” effect. symbols -a symbolic image. like an impression of a rocky road if you choose path A. if you choose path B. you may see a well-paved path in your mind’s eye. and last, coincidences and synchronicity. it’s been said that coincidences are god’s way of remaining anonymous.

lynn a. robinson explains: “each and every one of us is born with an intuition code.” it’s the wise part of you that knows your purpose in life and provides a constant outflow of information to assist you with the choices to live your purpose.”

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scallymama makes a cameo

my son bought me a cameo necklace at a garge garage sale three years ago. the chain broke. last year  i bought a cool beaded necklace that i adored. the pendant broke. this morning i glued the cameo on to my cool beaded necklace. now, i have the best of both worlds. close to my heart.

walking my own plank and writing about it.

 

i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.