A joy to read and learn, thank you Veronika you set the tempo for me moving forward, a wonderful gift of balance for this Libra season. Great Harvest blessings, Geraldine
I so love watching how your mind makes these connections to words, metaphor and deeper meaning!! This!! >> "It may serve us to find a sunny wall within the inner landscape. To turn such a space into a protected zone might be a matter of survival, dedication, discipline, or self-care, depending on individual circumstances."
And this!! >> "What if those trials and tribulations, the griefs and sufferings that weigh us down in everyday struggles, are the early stages of some new life waiting to be born?"
I'm going to start imagining my own trellis on that inner sunny wall. So beautiful and helpful! :)
Great article, thank you. All done burning the midnight oil in the midst of a very busy week. I think it's interesting how it all ties in with the experience of people not carrying their own weight (not growing their wings from a burden) who then seem to transfer that burden onto others. A refusal to make an effort to fly, weighs others down who then have to develop even stronger wings to carry them - or just fly away when it's too much.
Thank you! I hadn't thought of it that way... how people who don't or can't grow their own wings, indirectly impact us to grow stronger ones... which inevitably makes us fly higher – beyond their way.
This just so resonates with my own personal experience Veronika, re the rebirthing of new wings, the cyclic nature … new life waiting to be born. What a beautiful and eloquent way you have written about it. Thank you 💜🙏🌼✍🏻
Wonderful post, Veronika. It was no burden to read. It was so enjoyable.
Speaking of avian dinosaurs, Arya the Cockatiel has 5,000 feathers, many of them small. I mention this because I have watched with fascination his ritural of preening, and he does have a ritural. Birds are fastidious about maintaining their feathers in tip-top condition.
When I see Arya fly, I can appreciate why. The wing and tail feathers are essential to flight as much as is the bird's body structure.
I was thinking of you, Perry, while writing about feathers. Knowing that your familiarity with feathers and wings is so much more intimate than mine...
I am delighted that you enjoyed the read, and thank you for additional info 💕🙏 🪶
Thee, Psyche and Keats' trellis, buds and all ... and burthen that acquired the 'd', I read when I looked just now... lovely thoughts to perch on the bough. Many smiles and dreams of butterflies to come...
"Over the years, my inner sunny walls have filled with flight feathers. That’s how I discovered, unwittingly, the secret of growing wings."
Gorgeous "transmogrifying" dive, Veronika! I loved how your air sign, like any well-aligned Gemeni, doubled the meaning and power, played with metaphors, and words, transcending them into a new dimension. (as usual)
Thank you for sharing your inner world and giving us room for new wings to fly better between days of our lives while dealing with our own thoughts/burdens.
Oh, I so appreciate your lovely comment, Katerina. It is truly delightful when sharing my explorations of the inner world ~ and transformative processes discovered along the way ~ can be useful for others too.
Your feedback is invaluable as I'm learning to find the right words and develop my creative skills 💕🙏 🪶
I'm amazed by how you continue to weave your words and find connections within the seemingly unconnected. It's a gift! You've given us a great visual when it comes to transformation and those ugly in-between stages when the old feathers are being shed to make way for the new. Thanks, Veronika!
Emotional feathers being released as metaphorical wings. Sounds like poetry to me. A poem is a trellis. Self love to forgiveness to healing. Thanks so much for this beautiful writing. You do have a way with words. I hope that you both had a wonderful time with your family and that the fires are now wings. Bless you both. 🙏❤️
You are absolutely right. It is poetry ~ symbiopoiesis in its most impactful form.
I love the image of a poem as a trellis. An espalier where the burden of painful subjective experience can be held until it transmogrifies into words with wings.
Deep gratitude for your kind words and thoughts 🧚🏽 🙏 🩷
I’m so grateful for your exploration here. I’m beginning a shirt dance film with ME/CFS patients this winter and we’ve been thinking of calling it “Unbound” but Burden:Wings could also be great now that I’ve read this!
Picking up this theme and writing this post was such a spontaneous impulse. I am absolutely thrilled that it resonates with you, and your film crew. Those wings grown from burdens are taking flight... 💕 🪶
A joy to read and learn, thank you Veronika you set the tempo for me moving forward, a wonderful gift of balance for this Libra season. Great Harvest blessings, Geraldine
Thank you Geraldine 💕🙏 🪶
many blessings back to you
I so love watching how your mind makes these connections to words, metaphor and deeper meaning!! This!! >> "It may serve us to find a sunny wall within the inner landscape. To turn such a space into a protected zone might be a matter of survival, dedication, discipline, or self-care, depending on individual circumstances."
And this!! >> "What if those trials and tribulations, the griefs and sufferings that weigh us down in everyday struggles, are the early stages of some new life waiting to be born?"
I'm going to start imagining my own trellis on that inner sunny wall. So beautiful and helpful! :)
How lovely! Thank you, Shelly, I'm so enjoying and touched by your responsiveness 💕🙏 🪶
Great article, thank you. All done burning the midnight oil in the midst of a very busy week. I think it's interesting how it all ties in with the experience of people not carrying their own weight (not growing their wings from a burden) who then seem to transfer that burden onto others. A refusal to make an effort to fly, weighs others down who then have to develop even stronger wings to carry them - or just fly away when it's too much.
Thank you! I hadn't thought of it that way... how people who don't or can't grow their own wings, indirectly impact us to grow stronger ones... which inevitably makes us fly higher – beyond their way.
Grateful for this gift of transmogrification.
This just so resonates with my own personal experience Veronika, re the rebirthing of new wings, the cyclic nature … new life waiting to be born. What a beautiful and eloquent way you have written about it. Thank you 💜🙏🌼✍🏻
Thank you, dear Simone 💕🙏 🪶
your resonance and appreciation are wind beneath my wings 🪂
Wonderful post, Veronika. It was no burden to read. It was so enjoyable.
Speaking of avian dinosaurs, Arya the Cockatiel has 5,000 feathers, many of them small. I mention this because I have watched with fascination his ritural of preening, and he does have a ritural. Birds are fastidious about maintaining their feathers in tip-top condition.
When I see Arya fly, I can appreciate why. The wing and tail feathers are essential to flight as much as is the bird's body structure.
I was thinking of you, Perry, while writing about feathers. Knowing that your familiarity with feathers and wings is so much more intimate than mine...
I am delighted that you enjoyed the read, and thank you for additional info 💕🙏 🪶
🕊🦜🐦
Thee, Psyche and Keats' trellis, buds and all ... and burthen that acquired the 'd', I read when I looked just now... lovely thoughts to perch on the bough. Many smiles and dreams of butterflies to come...
Thank you Philip, 💕🙏 🪶
your thoughts make me smile too!
"Over the years, my inner sunny walls have filled with flight feathers. That’s how I discovered, unwittingly, the secret of growing wings."
Gorgeous "transmogrifying" dive, Veronika! I loved how your air sign, like any well-aligned Gemeni, doubled the meaning and power, played with metaphors, and words, transcending them into a new dimension. (as usual)
Thank you for sharing your inner world and giving us room for new wings to fly better between days of our lives while dealing with our own thoughts/burdens.
Oh, I so appreciate your lovely comment, Katerina. It is truly delightful when sharing my explorations of the inner world ~ and transformative processes discovered along the way ~ can be useful for others too.
Your feedback is invaluable as I'm learning to find the right words and develop my creative skills 💕🙏 🪶
I'm amazed by how you continue to weave your words and find connections within the seemingly unconnected. It's a gift! You've given us a great visual when it comes to transformation and those ugly in-between stages when the old feathers are being shed to make way for the new. Thanks, Veronika!
Thank you, Lani!
As I am learning to unravel and share my gift, your feedback is truly priceless 🙏 🥰
A transmogrifying read!
Emotional feathers being released as metaphorical wings. Sounds like poetry to me. A poem is a trellis. Self love to forgiveness to healing. Thanks so much for this beautiful writing. You do have a way with words. I hope that you both had a wonderful time with your family and that the fires are now wings. Bless you both. 🙏❤️
Thank you, Jamie!
You are absolutely right. It is poetry ~ symbiopoiesis in its most impactful form.
I love the image of a poem as a trellis. An espalier where the burden of painful subjective experience can be held until it transmogrifies into words with wings.
Deep gratitude for your kind words and thoughts 🧚🏽 🙏 🩷
Tagore. 💛
I’m so grateful for your exploration here. I’m beginning a shirt dance film with ME/CFS patients this winter and we’ve been thinking of calling it “Unbound” but Burden:Wings could also be great now that I’ve read this!
Amazing!
Picking up this theme and writing this post was such a spontaneous impulse. I am absolutely thrilled that it resonates with you, and your film crew. Those wings grown from burdens are taking flight... 💕 🪶
And or flying forward
Thanks for this thought provoking exploration, Veronika.
It's gotten me thinking about how I can transmute what I find burdensome into something with wings...
I'm so glad! Transmuting burdensomeness into something with wings is, perhaps, our only salvation in this burdensome crazy world...
Oh my how I love this!
"The burden of self is lightened
when I laugh at myself."
〰 Rabindranath Tagore 〰
Sooooo true!✨🌟💖🙏🕊️
And especially when I hold my ego like a beloved pet and laugh at her when she wants to run the show😂
Absolutely.
I was equally delighted by this quote by R.T.
The whole poem is well worth reading!
It's called "Fireflies"
https://www.poetryverse.com/rabindranath-tagore-poems/fireflies
and is full of lovable lines and verses
In high school we had a principle who loved to recite Rabindranath Tagore❤️🙏🕊️
How fortunate to meet a wise teacher at a young age 🦉