Winter Solstice Awakening Sacred Flow
By: Marjory Mejia
There are two great days
in a person’s life-
the day we are born
and the day we discover why.
– William Barclay
Great is the moment when we believe in this why. The day we surrender to our calling, we breathe in ancient, new life.
Picasso said: “Art is a leap into the dark.”
Almost three years ago I leaped into the fullness of my art, without a map. I’d like to express my gratitude to my old digital space for supporting my growth.Today, on this fine day of Winter Solstice, after a long journey of exploration, struggle, discovery, enchantment, magic and flow; I emerge, with this art and craft in my heart, in my hands, in the new born light.
Joseph campbell was right: “The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
2011 has been a year of deep insight, focus and collaboration. A year of harvesting and revealing dreams, treasures and gifts. It’s not so much that I was hiding them, but nurturing them in the depths of darkness. Now, they are ready to shine bright.
Today, a new cycle begins. I release the fruits of my labor like the aroma of wild flowers flowing in the wind.
I am grateful to present to you my life’s passion, work, and purpose: Awakening Sacred Flow. A space dedicated to the exploration of our full human potential. I couldn’t have done it without the time and space it took to nurture and nourish this new life. I couldn’t have done it without the help of family, ancestors, friends and collaborators. And I couldn’t have done it without you inspiring my work.
I am delighted to welcome you into my new sacred space where I am inspiring a healing revolution that awakens our heart, mind and soul- at home, in our community, and in the world.
Explore to your heart’s delight and enjoy. I would love to receive your thoughts, feelings, and blessings for this space.
Happy Winter Solstice! To all that wants to be born in your life… With love, in service of the great spirit and mystery flowing through us all,
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
~ John O’Donohue from Conamara Blues