The other day I took part in a conversation amongst precious souls, my circle of Camp fire sisters, that meet up about once a month over Skype. As always, deep connection took place, as we each shared what wanted to be heard.
Afterwards, Mayke sent us all this amazing piece of writing, spurred on by the virtual camp fire-conversation. I asked her if she could not release this text into the world, and if she didn’t have a place for that, that I’d love to feature her as a guest blogger here. So, without further ado, I give you:
From me to me, by Mayke Vullings
Some words, from me to me:
Today I am
In a child’s carousel
Twirling around in endless circles
The laughter long gone
Loudspeakers on full force
Bombarding my ears
With questions I cannot answer
Shouting my inadequacies for everyone to hear
Blocking deep truth I lost touch with
I am lost
In thoughts who keep me prisoner
Dictating a perspective
That leaves no space to breath
Now frantically looking for a way out
My friend whispers: that is the way in
Become your own Mum
Force yourself up
And go to the stove
Heat the water
Pour yourself a hot cup of tea
Sit down wrap your hands around the cup
Follow the steam with your eyes
As thoughts vapouring in thin air
walk to the couch
Cuddle into a blanket
Next to you a bottle of silence,
Your glasses and a good book to read
Breathing, breathing
Staying on this island as long as you need
Somewhere in the room
You know for sure –
are your ballet shoes
patiently waiting for your return
to step into
start dancing your life
again & again & again
recognizing yourself in the now
for who you truly are.
Amsterdam, 29th of January 2018