This morning I process the feelings that would stand in my way to stand up in front of you.. an audience.. perhaps not this one, unless you can be in Melbourne at Mother Tongue tomorrow night.. but a real live audience to make my offering. I’ve been chewing on it for weeks, even when the words are not in front of me, I have had them digesting within me.
I rarely consider myself a poet. A witch, an orator, a teacher, yes… but not normally a poet… even spoken word artist doesn’t distance itself enough from that state that says… Poet … How dare I consider myself a poet? The tirade is endless… and yet I must have found the end as I am going to step up and out into the world of poetry.
well… mostly… I am kinda cheating… well, not really cheating, just representing the WHOLE of me and my conjuring with words.
For me Witchcraft has always been a religion of Poetry not Theology!
There is a point to all this sharing of words.. We create our reality as we speak our words, as we share our perspectives, as we make our offerings. Tis why I blog, why I teach… To share the words that burn their way through to the other side of me, to be made real, sharing what I feel to be my truth, in this instance… knowing it will shift and change… thus the beauty of the digital age, where we are not contained by the page, but have an edit feature.
I will leave you with but one little taste…
This is my Blood… in Words.
Words….
What are their value? What do they cost… cost us?
To use.. to share.. to rid ourselves of the fear, the self loathing…
to purge that knowing that we may well be mad…
Deepen the meaning, the value and no longer do we have so much blah blah blah…
Thoughts… Words… Acts… and Deeds.
These are some of the tools of creation…
Thoughts that push forward and hold us teetering at an edge.. daring us to complete nakedness of self that we may shed anything between ..
between the words…
between the worlds…
we are the veil that we pierce with our sight…
I do hope I get to see you tomorrow night!
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