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DEAR ME, Having a moment to think, to resonate, who I am becoming is not who I have been... As I write, here my most intimate thoughts, I feel at this time I need to honor the pull of which is unknown to me, unknown because it's in the works, trickling out slowly and gradually the need to reinvent myself, to recreate parts I didn't know I had in me, climbing out, awakening, changing me, changing my circle, my direction, my responses, my allowance, so into this beautiful unknown, I am here, I am ready, and with that I turn the page of right now into whatever My heart is calling me to be...Those that knew me, don't now, I even as I say this is becoming acquainted with the new I am right now paving.... Commencing now, I am no longer who I was up to this point, oh the adventure awaits, when we are willing to even outgrow ourselves. Shedding our spiritual skins, to come closer to who we are supposed to be, the expansive light I am, I am here for us, because of all I've learned I must have and be with myself for the world to get better, stay better and be better... For this and so much more, I shed the old me, to rediscover who I am becoming, continuously, infinitely... Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror To the changes of me, I change my world... Goodbye all that was before, into the new me I let unfurl now, become, be.... 
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 All that evolves within me,
Through me, Of my mind, Of my heart, Of my soul, Of my actions, Of my words, Of my thinking, Of my believing, Of what I choose of, Through experience, Through perception, Through feeling, Through questioning, Through resonating, Through reflections, Whether channeled from past- present, Around, below or above, Will always be, Will always become, Will always be reliant, Will always be my truth, Stemming, sprouting, Branching, walking, Rooted and port-ably, Of my own rhythm, Following my own songs, Creating new rhythms, Chosen, validated, By who I think I am, By what I think I am, By why I think I am, By how I think I am, By when I think I am, Change or not changes, Because of me, I am invested in myself, And all my limbs, organs Inside out, outside in, Beautiful orchestrated, Vessel I am, with soul I am, With heart I am, with me I am... Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror  To this dance,
I am experiencing, Wholly all that is here, Wholly all that is becoming, Feeling, seeing, hearing, Resonating, Intuitively, Spiritually flowing, The freeing of flames dancing As they come to birth, As in the now’s and inbetweens, Together as one, dance. I dance, the elemental and emotional Of this dance, of this experience. Allowing the rhythm and speed Of my own inner fires to be, Just as I am now, now, now, Responding to my own magic, Responding to my own rise and fall Of breath, of paths, of walls, of winds, Of earth inside of me, also outside of me. To dance, to celebrate, to live, Outloud not just in my actions, But in my voice of energy through Heart and spirit, to follow my own Songs, create my own music, To truly be, to this dance, Unfolding many and much more To dance to. I raise, I bend, I rise, I love, My Life, within my here and now, Of expansiveness, of discovering, All that ‘Fan my flames,’ Ignites my curiosity, Inspires and moves me to reflect on, Choose, pave and grow… To this dance within me, Becoming more and more around me, I am ever so grateful that my dance card, Stays open, stays full, stays new, stays awake, Stays learning, stays singing, stays on. Thank you Life, and this dance within me, This dancing world inviting me to dip more, Sway more, spin more, have more solid footing, Adding to my steps, helping me to gain momentum, To this dance, I belong always, for love is here, And always unfurling into music, For me to live life dancing… Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror To this dance, this sway, I am open, flexible, and always ready To lean, spin, learn, sing, be here, As every now here comes and goes, Changing my steps, changing my rhythm, Changing that which paves inside out, Outside in, Thank you!  As brown burns into charred black
And becomes a white burning orange, Of coal, of embers, of bonfires, So does this fire within, Yearn to change and grow. Fluttering flames twinkle and glow, Crackling becomes a morphing, Transmuting of all that is, Becomes, Form, flows, Is discovered, Repeated until all, Changes us, Heals us, builds us, Chooses us, As we choose ourselves… May we always look onto these fires, Onto ourselves, For whatever form/shape it takes, With LOVE, with FAITH, Let this be our guiding strength, Will it good, will it kind, Will it understanding, And just really, Determining-ly will it be, And then so it is, Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror We offer all possibilities, Possible now, By simply, allowing ourselves, To will, it free…  You are the
MOST BEAUTIFUL, Blessing, To always include and be counted for, As each now, moment unfolds… May you give, May you receive, May you share, May you welcome, May you embrace…. Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror A space within the out, Outside my physical home, Among the grassy earth, Where the wind freely blows by me And I sit calmer by the crackling of my wooded fire pit… I sit, I embrace, I welcome all that was feeling Ignored within me to speak… Hearing the distant tweeting of birds, Dogs barking, highway sounds, neighbors chatting, I sit comfortably in my camp chair, Savoring wood smoke aroma, up close… Welcoming, my sweet surrender to the calmness, Fastly approaching me while I sink further into this chair, Welcoming the outer quietness, Inviting the emergence of all sacred, All becoming, all here, be felt, be expressed, be listened to… Though my tiredness exceeds my limit, I persevere allowing the surrender, to disentangle, Allowing the unbecoming to surface, To let be no matter what storm brews or earthquakes through… I will it be… I will it space to free from me, myself and I, To just be, let be, sleepily, sweetly, simply be, here, Come back alive, have its time, presence, moment. Allowing the thicket of wilderness catch ablaze safely within its own circle, Like of the firepit’s circumference contains the fire, So shall I let all that needs flown, Be caught ablaze, open to let embers catch air As it becomes vocalized become a breeze, Pulling and creating flames, That shed light where shadows were suppressed, Within me, let out, let to be lifted by heat, By awareness, let be to climb out… Let the embers that were dimming, Within the core of me, lift, catch wind, spur, release, become… As I give to nature, as I give to this natural Building of elements that build this fire, I give to this nature of myself, of each other, As the the logs burn, becoming embers, Drift into ash, be the smoke that leaves, That rises before the phoenix does, Set free, be savored for its surface, For it’s burn, for its heavenly process, Be heard, be loved, be allowed, be welcomed, So it can be freed… Savored for though it burns, boils, pops; Within its warmth, it heals, Within its light, it heals, Within its experience, it heals, Within its silent words, I heal… Within my own thoughts, within my own heart, As quickly as it began to burn, So shall it leave, taking new life, Unbecoming itself, becomes smoke, That always rises, releases, no longer confined, Becomes free, like me in the moment of now... Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror Where you can not see, can not detect, A fire given just the right angle of wind will find, Shed light, let be, let gone, restore, From embers to ashes, all will be healed.. I am, you are, fire, our baggage, the logs lit, Recognized connection, detach as the fire burns, We will it be, we will ourselves be, We will it gone, we will our peace returns, While watching the logs burn away, So do our troubles, invite us here, now, A space within to be out, an outside in, All unbecoming, all becomes changed...  What I have been up to, haven't been writing much, here are my intimate paintings, hung like a gallery wall, but from my bedroom... That's only one fourth of my paintings! *Loves to you all, be safe, be well, be hugged * *** Within my paintings, Here are my words, There are my poems, Hear my words, hear my poetry, as it resonates and lifts through visions, within your own self, all is reflected, transmuted, your truths, our truths, be of its own muse, in every heart lays, a poet of its own.... Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror *** To see paintings better click to enlarge, full screen!  |
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I am originally from British Columbia Canada, but have lived in Iowa, USA, for several years. Mom of four, Married and Hello, I am Archives
July 2020
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