The Spiral Library
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Day 16 : An Artist’s Prayer
Dear Creative Mother,
light source that moves through all things,
I open my heart and allow the light from within me
to dance with the light of the universe.
May I remember that everything is a co-creation,
woven into a vast web of care, connection, and devotion.
May I trust that the smallest act, the gentlest gesture,
ripples outward beyond what I can see or know.
When the world feels cruel, senseless, or pointless,
help me to become immense.
Expand my capacity to love, to stay present,
to show up generously, even in the face of heartbreak.
Let my creativity be a sacred conversation
with the seen and unseen worlds.
Remind me that love is enough,
that devotion itself magnetizes opportunity.
Keep me humble in my learning,
always growing on this pathless path.
May I slow down enough to hear the whispers of my heart,
and honor the wisdom of my own rhythms.
May I meet each moment, and every breath,
with compassion and love for all beings.
Guide my hands, my words, my heart.
Let me be a channel, endlessly supported, and divinely guided.
Day 15 : Tarot for the Week Ahead
Day 14 : Weekly Reflection
Day 13 : The Questions
Day 12 : Shifting Perspective
Day 11 : Devotion to the Experiment
Day 10 : Permission to Dissolve
Day 09 : Doing the Smallest Thing
Day 08 : Mid-Trek Reflections
Day 07 : Weekly Reflections
Day 06 : This Rain
Day 05 : The Courageous Thing
Day 04 : Returning to Magic
Day 03 : From Procrastination to Trust
Day 02 : Love Notes for the Journey
Etherial Stillness
Day 01 : Taking the First Step
Poem №052
Poem №051
What is a poem?
Sometimes a prayer,
A spell cast into the universe,
Or a message in a bottle
Dropped into an infinite sea
Words strung together
We build little boats
Hoping they’ll transport us
Sometimes just a list
Made up of truths
Or grief
Or wishes
Little by little
Line by line
Opening the heart
Refocusing our attention
Poem №050
How much easier
It would have been
To give up
A thousand times over
To choose the warn path
Walking in the footsteps
Of generations of avoidance
Toward a slow death
Into a pit of darkness and suffering
But we couldn’t bear it
We imagined another way
And found the support we needed
To do the painful work
Of stepping directly
Into the discomfort
Through the portals of grief
We moved toward
An unsettlingly
Unfamiliar freedom
Into the embrace
Of loving ourselves
We made it possible
To truly love one another
Wide open and honest
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle

