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Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.

Patchwork Quilt: Part 3: Meditation

Imagine...
your life as a patchwork quilt...
spread out before you...
spread out within you...
every moment of your life...
and each version of You within them...
child unborn and child emerged...
teenager uncertain and rebelled...
adult assured and then felled...
victim, survivor, lover of love...
guardian, elder, and spirit returned...
all together...
here, now...
connected as one continuous being...
one heart...
one soul...
one You...
to love, to honor, to be.

Imagine them all perfectly placed...
in time...
in experience...
in pain and in joy...
all perfectly colored, textured...
tattered but untorn...
all perfectly worn.

Imagine all your selves...
all your cells...
remembering You...
each thought, heavy and light...
each emotion, hot and cold...
each layer of You...
as one plane of existence...
this one...
the only one...
You...
then, now, and ever becoming...
more.

Imagine how easy it is to love You...
when there is only one...
one golden thread...
one and only...
You.

REPOST from yesterday:
A quilt warms our body, by its construct, and our heart, with its honored memories— honored, cherished, and woven with hands of love… and more than love. For each memory, each patch, is chosen by our guardians–our circle of grandmothers –and represents significant steps along our life‘s journey: the acts of power and the painful transformations that lend color and texture to our soul and that, together, create a beautiful and living piece of art– the human form of a spirit evolving. And the thread woven through them all is one singular golden strand passed from grandmother to grandmother, story to story, self to self. It is the strand of the spirit itself, present in each and equally alive within them all.

The invitation is this: to consider your Self not as a tier of layers but as one layer, existing all at once... to re-member rather than dismember your Self... to honor each patch, each memory, and reweave the missing pieces together— the ones that you hid or tore off in shame, or traded for the promise of enlightenment. The trade was never meant to be a Self sacrifice but an offering and an addition to your quilt, in trade for more of You, not less. 

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