Tea with the Muse

Shiloh Sophia

Encouraging stories, images, poetry, inquiries and dares from the Muse at Intentional Creativity® teawiththemuse.substack.com

  1. 2D AGO

    Invitation to choice, to hope and to consciousness

    I just want you to knowthat if you need love right now,love is here. Feel it flowing between us. Whoever needs hope right now—there are plenty of reasons to feel hopeless. But this message arriving to you right nowis evidence of hope. Hope is something cultivated between us.It doesn’t just appear. We make hope happen. If you’re wondering who is out therewho understands,I want you to know: there is. It’s not just that you’re not alone.It’s that many of us are feelingthe same feelings you feel. Even though it may seem likeyou are the only one inside this lifefeeling this way. Isolation can make it seem that way. And for whoever feels likethis life might not be worth it— I’m here to remind you: it’s worth it. But you have to make it worth it. My mother Caron said something once:the point is, you must design a point for yourself. Life is worth it.But that doesn’t mean everythingis going to work out. It’s part of the human conditionthat everything doesn’t work out. I’m not saying life is worth itbecause things will go your way. Some things will.Some things won’t. That is the common thread between us. It’s not all going to work out. But the things that do—those need to be cherished. Celebrated. The rising of the sun.The first birds of the morning. Winter citrus on the vine. Petting your cat. Being warm enough. Coffee in your cup. Waking up can be hardwhen everything around usfeels chaotic. You must look for beautyeverywhere. We can bring our own meaningto everything that is happening. We have to bring our own meaning. Borrowed meaning about this lifedoesn’t work. I wish someone had told us that sooner. You have to make your own meaningjust like you have to make a point. We think a lot about the pastand how we cannot change it. But we can find a new contextthat makes it meaningful now. I’m not one of those peoplewho believes everything happens for a reason. I don’t. I believe in mistakes. I don’t think you chose your trauma.Or that you deserved it.Or bargained for it.Or that it was karma. And I don’t believe you agreed to itin some previous incarnation. I know some people do. I don’t. I do believe in an intelligent universe. But a universe that scripts sufferingfeels more manipulative than intelligent. I like to believe our soulsare far too wiseto choose to be victimsand perpetratorsover and over again. How’s that working out for us? What I do believeis that power-over structuresare doing their bestto remove our capacityto remember that we have choice. It’s a potent strategy. If we believe we don’t have a choice,we stop looking for one. And I want to validate something: You have every reasonto feel miserable,depressed,or hopeless. This isn’t misery loving company. It’s simply honest. I feel the temptation myselfbecause of what’s happening around us. The wars. The files. The behaviors. The administrations. The commentary. The price of cheese. Really. And yet— right now,if you’re reading this, I want to remind youthat the curation of your consciousnessis yours to do. And truly, that is the work. To curate your consciousness. To move out of the default settingsof personality and circumstanceand decide: From now on,I will curate my consciousness. To do that,we need intentional chemistry. Even with chaos around you,your consciousnessis still yours to navigate. Until we realize that, life feels like it’s happening to usinstead of through us. Curating consciousnessis a choiceday by day. A choice to repair the narrativethat has been deeply impactedinside each of usthrough cycles of conquestand devastationacross space, time, and place. Our souls knowthere is another way. That’s where hope comes from. Because there is another way.And we know it. Part of what makes this moment hardis that we can feela better way is possible. Each one of us can choose that way. In every decision.Every relationship.Every moment. We can chooseto lead from the heart. The choice is ours—if we remember we have it. I know that many timesit doesn’t feel that wayin our hearts,our bodies,our minds. But I want to tell you: you do have a choice. Some daysthe only assignmentis to reach towardthe possibility of a choice. The fragment of a choice. The fractal edge of a choice. Even if you cannot yet feel itas a lived experience. Choice as a lived experienceis still there. And I’m hereas evidence of that. Years agoI created a paintingwith two of my dear friends,Mary MacDonaldand Shannon Thompson,founder of Shakti Rising. Shannon passed away suddenlya few years ago. Just when life was opening for her—a new home,married,finally slowing downafter a life of service. She’s not here in the form anymore. But she is one of my ancestors now. When I would talk to Shannonabout hope like this, she would laugh at me. A big cackle. At my optimism. But we shared a devotionto life,to women,to care,to the Divine Feminine. We gave our livesto tending that. To curating it. Today I don’t know exactlywho this message is for. But I am thinking of Shannon. And I’m thinking of a young girlwith the initials K.L. A girl who lived in my home once. A girl I helpedmove through selective mutenessthrough creativity. A girl whose father couldn’t help her. When her brother was dying,I held her hand. When she tried to take her life,and survived,we painted together. Her life has been hard. Very hard. I haven’t been in touch for a long time. But I see her sometimes. Her eyes look hollow now. Tattoos on her face. She has enduredsome of the worst thingsmen can doto women and girls. So I send messages. Sometimes through her mother. Sometimes just into the field. Speaking to herat the level of soul. Because after what she has lived throughhope can be very hard to find. So I speak to her. To you. From my heart to yours. Right nowI’m about to have tea with the muse. This is one of the waysI practice intentional chemistry. Moving from beta—stress, reaction, problem-solving— into alpha. Into an intuitive love zone. Sometimes sending you these messagesdoes that for me. Loving youlifts my mood. So from my heartand my homeand my cup of tea with the muse— to yours. This is Curate Shiloh Sophiawith a messageof unreasonable hope and an invitation to belongto yourself. You are not alone. Lean in. Don’t isolate. I am leaning in. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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  2. JAN 25

    You might feel better if...

    Tonight’s illustration acting as prayer… This might sound so simple. You will feel better if you pick up a pen and put it to paper. Your hands are craving the invitation to move. I am telling you the truth. These times require that we tend our hearts and bodies and minds. Pen and paper can help, really. We need to tend our energies, not just once in a while. Every single day, several times a day, right now, is a good time to breathe. The stress mounts and the stories confound. Our reality as we know it is shape-shifting. Our bodies and brains struggle to know how to be. But I will tell you this. Breathing happens when the pen moves. Right now, you can pick up a pen and begin to let your energy flow out the end in shapes, marks, and sparks. It doesn’t matter what you draw. Just move the pen as if it has a life of its own. Let your pen be a wild pony. You can even close your eyes. As you do this, you say to yourself, or something like, I am releasing any energy that is trapped inside of me that does not belong to me. I am letting go of what I am holding so there is more space to love and learn and be present.Right now as I move this pen, I become more myself again. It is happening now. Right now, you can pick up a pen and begin to write what comes. It doesn’t matter what you write. Just move the pen and let the words fall out the end. Watch the end of the pen as it moves on the paper.Pretend it is a thread emerging from within the inner tapestry of your body that must be stitched into creation now. And as you write with your magical thread, say to yourself, or something like, The energy inside of me that feels impossible to hold is being released right now. As I move this pen, I regulate myself,I care for myself, and I know there is enough space to love right now. I choose presence right now. I am here. I am alive and I love and I’m becoming more myself again and it is happening right now. My mother used to say we can write a poem anytime.Just pick ten things right around you and make a list and string them together like beads. Oh, won’t you… Right now, you can pick up a pen and let the energy flow out. Your body isn’t made to hold all of these images and stories and headlines. Picking up the pen allows them to spill out of the too tight places and squished up, tangled up, emotional landscapes. They need light and pens and paper. The sorrows around us, it is all happening, but it did not have to happen. And we grieve because we know this isn’t how it is supposed to be,but it is how it is right now. The desire to help and serve can feel maddening because sometimes we feel helpless. Self-expression turns helplessness into life force. We are not helpless. We are helpful beings. We are walking each other home. We remember it will not always be this way, Yet the turn in the story toward what our heart desires isn’t in sight yet. Right now. Will you pick up a pen and just keep that energy moving? Don’t let it freeze in place. Don’t let it get stuck. Those images and energies, they don’t belong to you. You cannot hold them all inside.It won’t help anyone for you to try to hold the pain of the world. You can love just as much without digesting the pain. Your empathy is being overtaken by the collective suffering, and that is understandable, but, dear one, right now, you can call it back. Mark the page with your truth, your shadow, your angst, your love, your hope, your optimism. You know, the optimism that won’t go away?Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring you. The page does not fear your grief. The pen does not resist your pain. When I say you might feel better by picking up the pen... It is not so that we don’t see what is happening or to bypass reality. Rather, it is an invitation to feel just a little tiny bit better so actions are more clear and energy is more available and heart is not defended. It is hard to not have a defended heart, the pen and the paper open. Consider saying this or something like this. Right now I call my energy back to myself. Right now I release holding what isn’t mine to hold. Right now I love with my whole heart without taking on someone else’s pain. Right now I pick up the pen and self-express the impossible. If this gets me through the next day or hour or minute, So be it. If this clears my mind and shows me the actions I need to take, that is good enough. If this keeps me from being frozen and numb, I will take it. This pen and this paper hold my prayer. Dear One, your hands are craving the invitation to move. Dear ones, my prayers flow together with yours in this great river of life. Tonight, as I draw the elemental feminine rising up from stardust dreaming, I express my pain with a pen. I am stardust dreaming of becoming earth and tree and bird.I am stardust dreaming of becoming water, sparking life into creation through lightning. I am stardust dreaming of becoming fire, the sun shining on smooth skin. I am stardust dreaming of becoming the sky. The clouds rise up from my mind. The sun and the moon and the stars are in my pen and in my paper. Without the sun and the rain and the tree, there would be no paper, no pen. Everywhere I look,I am stardust dreaming of returning home to myself. When this world has become too dense for beauty to reveal herself, then I remember I am stardust dreaming of becoming me, and that is enough. One day long ago, a star dreamed of having an identity, and that identity is me. When I create, I remember the ancient stardust that I am. ”We are all cooling sacks of stars” says Sue Hoya Sellers.Prayers and candles and pen and paper from Minneapolis and all that are hurting for so many reasons. It doesn’t have to be this way, but it is. And so we must choose to continue on in a good way, loving, healing, and becoming. Start us dreaming. Thich Nhat Hanh says, if you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain. Without rain, the trees cannot grow, and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. Sending love from my heart to yours. Can you feel it? Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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