Cosmic Creative Force
Co-creator of Life
Empowered by Love–
Empowered by Light–
Empowered by the Connection
to all that is.
Cosmic Creative Force
Co-creator of Life
Empowered by Love–
Empowered by Light–
Empowered by the Connection
to all that is.
WE THE PEOPLE
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”
The Preamble to the US Constitution
Sit, be still, listen-
The guide you seek is within.
Susan Korsnick 2016
It is natural to look outside ourselves for gurus, guides, and teachers at various stages of our spiritual journey. The worthy teachers are like the Hermit in the Tarot deck- shining their light to illuminate the path for those who follow. True masters are humble, trustworthy, and wise. They recognize that their purpose is for the student to surpass the teacher so each initiate, in turn, can hold their own lantern high and light the way for others.
I’m exploring the integration of my visual art and original poetry.
Wings that carried me far and wide
Return me to the cosmic center of Self.
Greatest journey over shortest distance.
Susan Korsnick 2016
Just a friendly reminder… you don’t have to do it all. Yes, I know it’s the holidays and the possibilities to “do” are endless. You can make homemade gifts, homemade cards, and dozens of homemade cookies. You can decorate your house inside and out. You can say “Yes” to every invitation, even two or three in a single evening! You can continue to go to work, run errands, do chores, spend time with loved ones, and add all the holiday expectations on top of that while continuing to have the same 24 hours in a day that you had before the holidays came along. Yes, Dear Susan, you can hustle and bustle the holiday season away… or you can be gentle with yourself and let go. BE.
You imposed the high expectations on yourself and you are the only one who can give permission to lower them. Be realistic, be present in the moment with loved ones, and most importantly, BE.
As Lyn Cox reminded me today, we are human BEINGS not human “doings”. Allow the stillness and tranquility of winter to permeate you. Rest, relax, and rejuvenate for while the daylight is returning, this is the time to go within. Trees lose their leaves and the sap slows. Animals tuck in for long winter naps. You need that, too. BE.
With all my love,
“Overnight success stories” rarely are. For what appears to be overnight to an onlooker, took years of patience, frustration, hope, doubt, sweat, and tears for the person actually living it.
For me, major changes that I’ve purposefully made in my life are a lot like “overnight success stories”, they took years to bring about. And while it looks like I did it all myself (no, I’m not Wonder Woman), I am actually co-creating with something much larger than myself that speaks to me through my Intuition.
On July 10th of this year, I published a blog post titled “What is Your Tipping Point?” https://awakenpureyou.com/ It explores my journey from knowing that life needed to change to bravely taking that first step. Take time to read that before reading this post for a clearer picture of where I am coming from and why I’m taking time to share this personal story.
To successfully experience life’s constant changes, I must heed the still, small voice within so I can wisely decide what must be done for my greatest and highest good. In other words, I must trust my Self.
Around 2010, my Intuition was sending me quiet, gentle, loving signals hinting that change was in the air. It was as subtle as the first scent of autumn wafting into my nostrils on a cool September breeze. I ignored it. While I was beginning to feel “growing pains”, an uneasiness with how things were, I justified my situation by saying that other people had it far worse. “At least I wasn’t working in a coal mine like my grandfather and his father before him.” I could handle this. It wasn’t that bad…yet.
Impatient, my Intuition got louder and more aggressive. The “cool September breeze carrying change”, that I mentioned earlier, became a hurricane of drama, stress, and ill health. I knew most definitely that there would be even more significant consequences if I didn’t listen… NOW!
Why did I take so long to act on my Intuition? I didn’t trust my Self. That’s a powerful, humbling thing to admit..I DIDN’T TRUST MY SELF. And that’s the worst thing we can do when making decisions about our future.
I know early on when a situation isn’t right for me– a job, a relationship, etc… What I haven’t always known is that I have everything I need within me to make a positive change– strength, courage, wisdom, and my Intuition (guardian angel, gut instinct).
I hesitated to act on the information because I confused my Inner Critic with my Intuition. I paid more attention to the negative voice that played on my fears. The voice that weakens, stagnates, and ultimately paralyzes. The voice that poisons the system with self-doubt and anxiety. At first, it seemed to be protecting me from doing something impetuous. But that’s at all what it was doing; it was keeping me from living an authentic life, from being my best self. I was afraid of being jobless, homeless, and penniless. I was afraid I would never find the level of security and comfort that I had in my present situation. A friend asked, “Are you REALLY secure and comfortable?” That sounds a bit sarcastic but it touched right on the heart of the matter. No!!! I was not secure and comfortable. I was afraid… afraid to trust my Intuition.
Once I was clearly able to feel the difference in my body between Intuition and the Inner Critic, I was able to discern the messages and heed the one meant for my highest good.
How do you know what to do when you aren’t sure whether it’s your Intuition or fear? In my work with women and girls, I explore a variety of ways to sense the differences using body wisdom based on a lifetime of my own experience. Every message from both Intuition and the Inner Critic can be felt in different parts of the body.
One technique that has worked for me is to sit quietly and relax. First, think back on a time when you listened to your intuition. Imagine the situation in as much detail as possible. Where were you? Who else was there? What was happening? Play it in your mind and feel it in your body. Sense what it feels like to listen to your Intuition and have a positive outcome.
Open your eyes, stretch, record the sensations in a journal if that is something you like to do. Then, repeat. Only this time, recall a time when fear got in the way. You sensed your Intuition but ignored it. Where were you? Who else was there? What was happening? Play it in your mind and watch this scene play out, too. Feel it in your body. What does it feel like in your body when you ignore your own inner wisdom? What emotions and thoughts accompany this feeling?
This is just one exercise that can awaken your Intuition and heighten your awareness so you can act on it more quickly in the future. But please be gentle with yourself as you do this. As I remind myself regularly, this is a spiritual practice with the emphasis on the word “practice”. No one is perfect and faced with a new situation, it’s easy to be afraid. But with strategies in place, we can get to this intuitive knowing more quickly each time and avoid unnecessary pain.
Imagine how different life would be if we trusted our Intuition more fully! Imagine how wonderful it would be for girls to learn this at an earlier age than we did!
What’s next? Once you sense the message your Intuition is sending you, how can you manifest a positive outcome? This is where Imagination joins in, saying “I’m here to help!” More on that next time….
I rested. I reflected. I reevaluated what mattered most to me. I released what no longer served me (as much as I could, knowing I’m ready and willing to release even more).
These last several months have been a time of great introspection for me because I feel the familiar pull of a place further down the river of my life and know the best thing to do is to stop, listen, and wait to find out what is beckoning to me. Am I being called to action or am I being called to prepare in other ways first? Do something or just “be”?
I check in with my Self- signals from my body, mind, spirit, and soul. I listen to my intuition– my inner wisdom. What am I supposed to be doing right now? When I’m unsure, the best thing to do is be still. So, I’ve been still for a while. No blog posts. No committee meetings. No activities that I’m not completely passionate about. Doing my best to have inner quiet and stillness while I outwardly continue the hurried pace of living, finding peace amidst the chaos to some extent.
I’ve bobbed in the Dead Sea and know how serene it feels to let go. It’s a profoundly simply yet powerful way to fully experience the concept of “surrender”, feeling completely supported and safe, warmly embraced by the water.
The cliche, “Go with the flow”, springs to mind, bringing a bit of anxiety to this woman who likes to know where she’s going at all times. What flow? To where? With whom? So I coined the phrase, “Go with My Flow”, recognizing that we are at different stages of our journeys and that “one size does not fit all”. Your flow is different from mine. I might choose a chubby inner tube bobbing lazily down the river of life while you strap on your helmet and buckle your lifejacket, ready to brave the whitewater of your life. Or maybe it’s the other way around, I’m plunging down a foaming waterfall while you are wading knee-deep in the safety of the shoreline. It doesn’t matter.
We each have to go with our own flow.
I have a confession to make….my comfortable fall-back position is to look outside myself for guidance when I’m in a period of turmoil, whether it be job concerns, relationship issues, or spiritual questioning. I grab the nearest self-help books, take the workshops, & listen to all the audio-recordings from motivational speakers & gurus that I can find. Someone “out there” must be able to help me. Right? Not necessarily.
Here’s the bottom line. All of those are wonderful resources BUT…. if I don’t internalize the lessons & APPLY them to my life, none of them will work. Would I expect to get benefits from a piece of exercise equipment I never use? Would I become a better artist if I never picked up my brush to paint?
I’ve learned to ….USE IT OR LOSE IT
Here is a short list of useful strategies I have in place to center myself- tools that both nourish & nurture me.
I have a great many tools in my “self-care” toolbox but it’s up to me… and only me… to use them when I need them.
Every artist finds certain materials inspiring– a piece of wood with remarkable grain for a carver, a shimmering stone for a jeweler, a beautiful new glaze for a potter, or a fountain pen that feels like it was made for the writer’s hand. I’ve experienced this many times in my career, finding inspiration in copper wire, pieces of slate, metallic inks, patterned fabrics, & most recently, an exotic sheet of handmade paper.
I fell in love when I walked into a small stationery store that displayed large sheets of handmade & printed papers by draping them over wooden dowels, cascading down the wall like a multicolored waterfall. That’s when I saw it. A gorgeous fuschia, red, orange, & gold piece spoke to me from among the polka dots, paisleys, stripes, & florals. I didn’t know what I would do with it but I knew it had to come home with me.
In my studio, I ceremoniously unrolled the butcher paper that wrapped my sheet protectively. I’m not ashamed to admit that I found myself talking to the paper as I revealed it. “Why hello, there. What would you like to be? A painting? A collage?” My eager questions were met with silence. This wasn’t going to be easy but most things worth doing and worth having aren’t. This paper was exotic & mysterious, and would remain so for weeks.
Each day, sometimes twice a day, I’d gaze at the brightly colored sheet & listen. Nothing. Artists know that they can’t force creativity. I would wait as long as I had to wait. Then, one day, I said, “You are such a beautiful sheet of paper. I don’t want to hide you under thick paint. What about a collage that lets your beauty shine through?”
I heard it, “Yes, a collage… something divinely beautiful.” That’s it. Divine. The Divine Within. Once I had the title, I remembered a sketch I had drawn months ago & ran to find it among the many notebooks, journals, & sketchpads I have stacked around my home. I found the small thumbnail sketch & knew for sure; that image belonged on this paper. And so, The Divine Within was born.
I used a variety of papers with textures tempting to touch, metallic gold ink, & creamy smooth oil pastel. The beauty of the paper is able to shine through, just like we are able to let our light shine when we choose. The Divine Within is within each of us.
Perhaps it’s because I’m an October baby.
Perhaps it’s the sight of skinny scarecrows in their denim & flannel, standing watch over dried cornfields.
Perhaps it’s the growing darkness & thinning of the veil that lets us receive messages more clearly from those who have passed.
For all those reasons, and more, October feeds my soul. I feel a greater connection to all that is across time & space, a humble sense of awe for the beauty around me, & a quieting of my spirit.
My sister called with a very simple wish to fulfill… “We need a traditional fall experience. Fi and I will be there Friday night.” She need not say any more. I knew exactly the kind of experience they would love– a crisp, cool day on a farm.
The next morning, we parked near the farmhouse surrounded by orchards dotted with bright red apples & fields dotted with bold orange pumpkins of all sizes. A John Deere tractor, pulling a wagon, stopped so we could climb aboard & sit on hay bales as the driver took us up to the orchard.
Armed with empty bags, we jumped down & wandered among the trees, looking for apples to pick. Not all of them made it into our bags… one apple the size of a grapefruit tempted us too much. Like three Eves, we took enormous bites, letting the juice run down our wrists & soak our sleeves.
We munched leisurely & made our way to the pumpkin patch. Men & women of my generation will understand the reason why I immediately pictured Linus hugging a blue blanket, waiting patiently for the Great Pumpkin to arrive. (Secretly, I want to see him, too.) Choosing a pumpkin was difficult, for how do you choose the perfect pumpkin when they are all perfect? A young man with pruning sheers clipped the stems of our chosen pumpkins & we rolled the orbs into our arms, trying hard not to spill the bags of apples. Now we were both sticky & a bit dirty but isn’t that what it’s all about?… enjoying the moment to the fullest?
By now, our cheeks & noses were as red as our apples & it was time to go but not before my sister & niece posed for one last photo.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” LM Montgomery