“in Carl Gustav Jung's analytical psychology, the shadow as a concept comprises everything the conscious personality experiences as negative. In dreams and fantasies the shadow appears with the characteristics of a personality of the same sex as the ego, but in a very different configuration”
that which you think is stopping you is the way through. create with what you think to throw away. pick up what seems to be blocking your way. bring it with you — let it have its say. whatever you wanted to silence is that which most needs to speak. stop ripping seams of what’s been sown that you might reap, richly, deary — it’s not what you think. it’s upside down, the other way around. you find fresh air hiding everywhere in what you thought was drowning you, lifted, exalted by what you swore was downing you. stand up, turn around, run and jump into the haven you accused of hounding you.
what you most sought to escape opens the gate to your holy fate.
{may 24, 2023, 6 something am Chattanooga, Tennessee}
— free poem, handwritten in the pink notebook, by Virgie
during our most recent Mother Mushroom journey somewhere off the Cumberland trail, across the Roaring Creek and nestled deep in the soft neón moss, i arrived.
i arrived in Tennessee (Land of the Cherokee and the Chickasaw) — i touched down in the Southeast.
there had been other moments, too — the stretched and steady flight of the cobalt heron, the fogged up Full Scorpio Moon hissing to me urgently: you belong.
since moving here last October, even with all the incredible connections to this place and the heartfire resurrection of living breathing COMMUNITY cradling me in its tender folds, i felt like a foreigner — a high mountain desert gal mucking and bushwacking her way through the thick muggy fecundity of temperate damn-near rainforest … a Western Plains Prickly Pear Cactus drowning in the Eastern Queendom of Magnolia, where Hickory is Highness.
i saw myself as an outsider on a short stint here, a mission to carry out before going back West where i belonged … back to the prairie, back to the Grizzly, back to the Bighorned Beartoothed Lands of the Crows, the Blackfeet, the Bannocks, the Shoshones.
but as i listened to the sound of the Oaks and Yellow Pines and Beeches growing, and covered myself with the cloak of foliage the forest offered, Mushroom helped me see: this too is part of me.
i am not only of the plains. i am of the forest.
funny enough my father’s mother’s people did immigrate here from Scotland, originally homesteading in Tennessee in the 1700s.
so here i return after many generations and many thousands of miles, to right where you see me standing on the back porch we call our forest home, protected by Mother Oak ~ ~ ~ a Woman spiraling & rooting into her wholly own.
One of my part-time jobs I just started is working as a Carriage Driver at Chattanooga Horse Trams 🐴🚂 … pictured here with Moose, Johnny, & Dewey :) p.s. who can guess what my other part-time gig is?!
"It's the first draft I wrote with the expressed purpose of explaining to my readers-to-be how I arrived upon the verge of another Grand Adventure, how I'd weathered all the defining expeditions and devastating impediments that delivered me to that edge from which I would fling myself soon enough.
At this rate, it's going to take longer than I thought to get to the (good!) part where I actually, physically take off on the Wild Way.
But, that's how it was, leaving, too:
A Universe of false starts that finally exponentiated into the end of everything I'd ever known, and the beginning of The Wild Way Home."
here’s me as the living Artemis learning to shoot a recurve bow in New Mexico this spring. and here’s a snippet of my “about” section i just rewrote on my website (go to divinityranch.com/about to read the whole thing)
“My authentic whole self is not only interested in and nourished by spirituality and philosophy and books and words; she is also deeply rooted in and passionate about Nature and ALL her Creatures and Creations, adventure, aesthetic, sustainability, relational and emotional intelligence and awareness, community, sexuality, magic, psychology, politics, sociology, and the intersections of all these spheres. I aim for my creative works to express the living process of and toward embodying my most authentic self.
Part of that authenticity meant changing my creative outlet’s name to divinity ranch.
Because for me, a ranch is Home. And to enter here — the home of my creative world — is to walk onto the ranch I create, sustain, and run inside of me. The living creatures I birth and nurture are my ideas, writings, videos, and collage-y convergences of multi-media art, and my platforms are some of the Land on which I let my creations flourish so I can sustainably nurture myself and others.
Thank you for coming to divinity ranch. One day I hope it is a physical location, too — a ranch you can enter with your body as well as your heart, a place where permaculture, artistic and wellness retreats, wilderness exploration, and communion with animals, plants, ourselves, and each other are cornerstones of the ranch’s operation.
Until then, divinity ranch is the ever-growing virtual representation of the creative outfit I’m forever wrangling inside of me.
It is a place you will find me being as real as I can as I share the real process of my return to authenticity. My greatest hope is that in entering a place where I show you what it’s really like to really be me, you will feel empowered and welcome to really be you, too.
Real life magic — what I’m here to discover and document — is when our outer and inner worlds become more and more as one. May divinity ranch be somewhere you come to shine your true inner light out into the world, a place where you come to remember magic is real.”
Wild Virginia
self portrait of my shadow
“in Carl Gustav Jung's analytical psychology, the shadow as a concept comprises everything the conscious personality experiences as negative. In dreams and fantasies the shadow appears with the characteristics of a personality of the same sex as the ego, but in a very different configuration”
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“the creator”
that which you think is stopping
you is the way through.
create with what you think to
throw away. pick up what seems
to be blocking your way. bring it
with you — let it have its say.
whatever you wanted to silence is that
which most needs to speak. stop
ripping seams of what’s been sown
that you might reap, richly,
deary — it’s not what you think.
it’s upside down, the other way around.
you find fresh air hiding everywhere
in what you thought was drowning
you, lifted, exalted by what you swore
was downing you. stand up,
turn around, run and jump into
the haven you accused of hounding you.
what you most sought to escape
opens the gate to your holy fate.
{may 24, 2023, 6 something am
Chattanooga, Tennessee}
— free poem, handwritten in the pink notebook, by Virgie
*for best user experience read aloud :)
#creator #freepoetry #poetess #divination #creatingincommunity #collaboration #heartstorming #createyourlife #whathappenswhenawomantakespower
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i {we all} live
in an animal body 🐺
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• we belong to the forest •
during our most recent Mother Mushroom
journey somewhere off the Cumberland trail, across the Roaring Creek and nestled deep in the soft neón moss, i arrived.
i arrived in Tennessee (Land of the Cherokee and the Chickasaw) — i touched down in the Southeast.
there had been other moments, too — the stretched and steady flight of the cobalt heron, the fogged up Full Scorpio Moon hissing to me urgently: you belong.
since moving here last October, even with all the incredible connections to this place and the heartfire resurrection of living breathing COMMUNITY cradling me in its tender folds, i felt like a foreigner — a high mountain desert gal mucking and bushwacking her way through the thick muggy fecundity of temperate damn-near rainforest … a Western Plains Prickly Pear Cactus drowning in the Eastern Queendom of Magnolia, where Hickory is Highness.
i saw myself as an outsider on a short stint here, a mission to carry out before going back West where i belonged … back to the prairie, back to the Grizzly, back to the Bighorned Beartoothed Lands of the Crows, the Blackfeet, the Bannocks, the Shoshones.
but as i listened to the sound of the Oaks and Yellow Pines and Beeches growing, and covered myself with the cloak of foliage the forest offered, Mushroom helped me see: this too is part of me.
i am not only of the plains. i am of the forest.
funny enough my father’s mother’s people
did immigrate here from Scotland, originally homesteading in Tennessee in the 1700s.
so here i return after many generations and many thousands of miles, to right where you see me standing on the back porch we call our forest home, protected by Mother Oak ~ ~ ~ a Woman spiraling & rooting into her wholly own.
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remember … 🆙🆙🆙✨✨✨
YOU GOT THIS — I believe in yooooouuuuu
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One of my part-time jobs I just started is working as a Carriage Driver at Chattanooga Horse Trams 🐴🚂 … pictured here with Moose, Johnny, & Dewey :)
p.s. who can guess what my other part-time gig is?!
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"In documenting what’s going on in my life experience in the truest, rawest way possible, I believe I can provide a microcosm for the macrocosm."
check out my latest blog, "The Story of Coming to Decide to Leave" at www.divinityranch.com/blog
"It's the first draft I wrote with the expressed purpose of explaining to my readers-to-be how I arrived upon the verge of another Grand Adventure, how I'd weathered all the defining expeditions and devastating impediments that delivered me to that edge from which I would fling myself soon enough.
At this rate, it's going to take longer than I thought to get to the (good!) part where I actually, physically take off on the Wild Way.
But, that's how it was, leaving, too:
A Universe of false starts that finally exponentiated into the end of everything I'd ever known, and the beginning of The Wild Way Home."
www.divinityranch.com/post/the-story-of-coming-to-…
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here’s me as the living Artemis learning to shoot a recurve bow in New Mexico this spring. and here’s a snippet of my “about” section i just rewrote on my website (go to divinityranch.com/about to read the whole thing)
“My authentic whole self is not only interested in and nourished by spirituality and philosophy and books and words; she is also deeply rooted in and passionate about Nature and ALL her Creatures and Creations, adventure, aesthetic, sustainability, relational and emotional intelligence and awareness, community, sexuality, magic, psychology, politics, sociology, and the intersections of all these spheres.
I aim for my creative works to express the living process of and toward embodying my most authentic self.
Part of that authenticity meant changing my creative outlet’s name to divinity ranch.
Because for me, a ranch is Home. And to enter here — the home of my creative world — is to walk onto the ranch I create, sustain, and run inside of me. The living creatures I birth and nurture are my ideas, writings, videos, and collage-y convergences of multi-media art, and my platforms are some of the Land on which I let my creations flourish so I can sustainably nurture myself and others.
Thank you for coming to divinity ranch. One day I hope it is a physical location, too — a ranch you can enter with your body as well as your heart, a place where permaculture, artistic and wellness retreats, wilderness exploration, and communion with animals, plants, ourselves, and each other are cornerstones of the ranch’s operation.
Until then, divinity ranch is the ever-growing virtual representation of the creative outfit I’m forever wrangling inside of me.
It is a place you will find me being as real as I can as I share the real process of my return to authenticity. My greatest hope is that in entering a place where I show you what it’s really like to really be me, you will feel empowered and welcome to really be you, too.
Real life magic — what I’m here to discover and document — is when our outer and inner worlds become more and more as one. May divinity ranch be somewhere you come to shine your true inner light out into the world, a place where you come to remember magic is real.”
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first scotch cap day in Tennessee 🧢🧣
it got down ta freeeeeezin last night here y’allllll 🥶😉
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