Why are you staring back at me
like I should've known you were coming
or even that you'd unknowingly passed me by?
I'm unable to place you today.
Yet curiosity and persistence prevail
and Belonging reminds me she's near.
I'll follow Belonging into this puzzle
Belonging will lead me
She always can and will.
She leads me to Time.
You keep changing without me
Do I consent?
Do I have a choice?
Your meaning slips away and I can't hold onto you.
Like a Trickster, you play with me....flirting for my attention
I'm tracked and the tracker in this bustling dance
I won't be possessed by you Time
I'll bow to you and blow kisses into your flurry.
Belonging calls me on
"Bring your breath, maker of those kisses"
We walk on as we meet a path called, Revelations.
"Meet Cycle", she motions
Cycle carries her ubiquitous purse of wonderment
"Sit with me in this grove of warmth and purity"
With the trees, the grasses, the smells, the birdcalls, the soil
The ceaseless emerges.
In the absence of Date
I'm given Presence.
Who am I without embodied presence
and embodied transformation?
4/18/2020 0 Comments
Lasso of the Self
Who do we feel like if we are in a state which is always trying to prove our worth based
on our productivity?
Are we in a never ending cycle...
to do more
self organize more
be more disciplined
be more than who we already are?
Why do we perceive ourselves as not enough and is our perception based on inner or external
messaging and conditioning?
Why do we make statements such as
~we wasted time~
Is the voice which tells us we wasted time truthful?
Are we looking at our life from a rearview mirror which is valuing ourselves from a metric which agrees,
our productivity = self worth?
Or have we simply placed our attention into an activity or lack thereof, which is only different than a whole other choice we could/should/or would have made had we been conscious about that previous choice?
If so, is this OK? Can it be? What would that look like?
Can we free ourselves from a lasso of the self- the unconscious constriction of the mind which is compulsively trying to reign in ourselves through an identity based on false perceptions?
Pictured: photograph of author / artist studio featuring:
Three Two One, An Artist Book of Found Objects. Binding, box. Mixed Media.
©2020 ELIZABETH IZZO
I am allowing myself a new kind of selfcare which involves giving creative and authentic expression to my journey of integration through time and space. I find myself "back" in Bloomington, Indiana now in month ten. I also know there is no backwards of any life direction, only present moment experiences. There is only now with all its memories, hopes, and dreams. The rest is illusion and imagination - part of our human capacity to concoct as creative beings.
I am less than one month into a new home both challenged and blessed as I navigate a chapter that involves study for certifications as a Community Health Worker and a Chronic Care Professional Health Coach. In addition, I will be participating in the third series for Findhorn Foundation's Living The New Story: Sacred Ecology Sacred Economy. As I continue to tell and live my story as a survivor, renegade and change agent, I intend for this blog to serve as an integration tool for me while I journey my path.
Elizabeth Izzo is an artist, sensitive empath and renegade wayshower.
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