this is one of the metallic silver ships you may have seen floating in the air at my shop. a whole fleet of silver and white ships hang from the ceiling along with various sized mirror balls, glitter stars and tissue paper orbs. it's a magical scene and one many folks have voiced wishes to have above their beds to glimpse while drifting off to dream land.
recently my soulstorm posse was having a discussion concerning the need for space and time around making decisions/choices while diving head long into new projects, initiatives, and work. following the energy, if you will, and examining which lines of energy to tug on each day, reel in, work on and cast back out. the idea of "allowing" our intuition or gut feeling guide what pieces we pick up each day to work on, within the vast overflowing pile of life-as-we-know-it,came up in the form of a "permission slip" except that it came out as "permission ship."
and it stuck.
when one of us in our sisterhood is having a rough time on the sea of life, our hulls depleted and not getting refilled to overflowing fast enough, and when our sails are stretched taut, close to snapping, from the gale-force winds of responsibility we must attend in a day while fitting in our abundant hearts desires, we swiftly glide each other a permission ship. we let one another know we are each others safe harbors. we hold each others nets and baskets while what needs to spill washes full out to empty. and all the while we do this space holding in loving awe and utter deep respect for each other, our womanhood, our powerful wild selves.
and we sail on.
not just drifting, untethered, forlorn with no destination.
we navigate full on with billowing wind in our rippling, outrageous sails, anchored only to the deep down profound truths of who we truly are, and buoyed by our pirate crew, the beacons, the luminaries, the stars, the treasures.
i am one blessed sea rover these days...
rolling in the deep aboard my permission ship.
if you need "permission," ahoy, just send up a smoke signal.
i will see your flare and i will skipper a permission ship your way.
you can count on me.
your ever loving and deep diving mate,