This morning I woke up from a dream about a fox, who had befriended me. Lately I have dreamt about animals like crazy. Since the new moon I have dreamt about a white horse leading me & James through the woods, a deer licking me when I was alone and scared, a baby panther that I held in my shirt next to my belly while climbing a huge massive tree, and now a fox. Also a few dreams about rivers. All signs of feminine energy, kundalini, root, sexual/creative energies, etc.
Last night I was chatting with a dear friend and she reminded me of the texts from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, so I had that on my mind... as I was looking for a cd to play this morning while I drank my coffee, I came across her audio book The Creative Fire. It has been a while since Ive listened to it, so I popped it in. I ended up spending the morning listening to all 3 discs, and creating this wall hanging for myself with my word of the year on it. (every year I intend to make one for myself, but I usually am too busy making them for other people, this year is mine...)
Throughout her cds I found myself completely absorbed, realizing it was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. Reminding me deeply of the need to get to the Root of some things in my life. Also reminding me I am right where I am suppose to be. I just couldn't place my feelings. But I am in my own underworld right now. Things are dormant for a reason. Everything is okay. And I will reclaim myself once again. I also found myself in tears over just about every story she told. I just felt them all so deeply. Even ones I didn't personally connect to in this moment, I just FELT them to my core. ANYONE who is an artist, I highly recommend this audio book. Do yourself a favor, and go buy it now as a new year's gift to yourself. You won't regret it.
Another thing that reconfirmed my word was the book I just started reading, The Wild Feminine. Another suggestion from my friend. I saw her post about it last week and something in my gut told me to buy it. Within the first pages I was reading last night while sitting on the couch, the word ROOT popped up about 10-15 times! It was just meant to be my word.