Beth Maiden

For the full moon in Pisces.

Twenty seconds in the wave came up through my body
I was sobbing
moved through it
breathed through it

I threw the weirdest shapes
got out of my head
let my body lead

This month I am experimenting with:
* Overcoming nice girl conditioning
* DESIRE / dance
* Zero fucks

the space between/
balance of/
shift back and forth between
structure and freedom. commitment and spontaneity.
Doing the work, seeing it through, and still being open to what’s new and exciting.

An altar to witness my commitment to self in an anxious, stuck-feeling moment.

Literally, we are having our ‘selves’ sold back to us.

a reminder of
constant flux, and you
a seed
a planet
an ocean
a husk
they are waymarkers on your path

May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.

A poster to celebrate the full and new moons of the wheel of the year in 2019.

Liberation

is life
without shame.

Liberation

is knowing
in our bodies
that we are enough.

Keep it spacious, grounded in intention and mystery, and led by desire.

It is midwinter. The trees are bare, there is little green among the greys and the browns.
There are seeds, hidden, unseen, in the cold, damp earth.

Let us be here, now, in this moment. Nothing more.

Let us be present.

Nothing so scary or vulnerable as taking hold of my own life, its minutes, its days, and forging my own path.

Loving my work and getting properly paid is the only way I know to run a sustainable business.

In response to this, I made this. Lyrics to Joyful Girl, by Ani DiFranco (1996).

I say it with a smile but I do not say it lightly.

I close my eyes and take in the stillness.
Everything is so still
and everything is in flux.

Can I listen?

Can I learn to listen?

“What would it look like, to centre desire?”

I am so used to resting my identity on output.

Part to-do list, part manifesto.

the season is shifting. Wind blowing in the trees. Windows open, cool and dark. Awakening. Autumn calls.
What have you learned this year?

It’s an intangible currency that exists within communities and/or relationships, and thus an economy in itself. To a solopreneur establishing a platform, it is a source of power.

Every piece I have picked up along the way, whether I have noticed, treasured, rejected, reviled, dismissed, ignored or grappled with joyfully or with fear…has made me who I am. It is a tapestry, and it is not only mine.

A small art piece to honour the themes of my Capricorn moon.

It is a feeling/knowing: I have enough. There is enough. I am enough. Can we apply this to business?

May I let myself be enough,
exactly as I am.

Two altars – to splurge it all out, then to refine and focus.

What feels best to me is grounding my business in my personal values. The experiment is about the relationship between my values and my work.

“She weaves individual strands into a tapestry, creating common ground and common cause.” Ellen Lorenzi-Prince.

Linoprint and birthday poem for Em

This altar is for my body-wisdom.
For listening.
For loving myself enough
to listen.

For what might emerge from January’s darkness. This moment is a pause
before the quickening of the year.

Beginning to grapple with concepts of anticapitalist, feminist business.

If you need it: I see you, witch. Altar, 1st January, new year, full moon in Cancer The spell jar holds mugwort, wizened and curled, picked on new year’s eve from the Talyllyn steam train tracks, the day seven of us silently retreated together in Tywyn. Milky quartz from the…

I settled down on new year’s eve to make a vision board for 2018.. but this is what came out.

Last week was all about ‘productivity’. Or rather, alternative ways of thinking about getting stuff done. (Because the word ‘productivity’ makes me want to throw things, and at the same time – it’s good to get stuff done, right?) I shared a few ideas about getting stuff done on Little…