The Undoing

The Undoing

By the Women Writers of the Well

For those of you who follow this blog you know that, once a week, I meet with a group of writers who meditate together. We write from our hearts, and then tackle weekly prompts. We share what we write each taking their turn in our circle of love. Each of us has come to this group for our own purpose, but I speak for the group when I say, if you are a writer, the best thing you can do for your craft and for your soul is to meet with other writers, to write and share your words. 

You know I am all ‘about the magic.’ 

Something magical happens when we are together.

After meditation or with particular prompts the group responds as if it is one organism with multiple viewpoints. Those are my favorite meetings. The “connection” is strong and we write with one heart. 

This was one of those times.

Marilyn Crnich Nutter

Undoing, undone – downfall or disentangle? In free-fall, it’s hard to know where one is headed. Crashing towards oblivion? I like to think of it as an unraveling—like a knitted work that doesn’t take shape or form and needs to come apart so it can be made whole again, or splintered porcelain pieces which we can’t use but can artfully piece together in new form that will please the eye and fill the heart. It’s part of life’s pattern of being, our longing for wholeness and beauty, making sense of our broken and fragile world.

Lyla Fain

you’re overreacting

but this is how I feel

you’re being too sensitive

I feel insulted

they say, sorry you feel that way

I say, stop using language as a weapon

Anne B. Jeffries

I’m the Un-Doer right now

As I glance up,

And take in the tops of your heads

All bent in your own space

In your own minds,

I think,

Maybe I’ll just watch this unfold.

Be the Un-Doing,

Not the Doing.

But I cannot remove the Un-Doing

As I analyze the Doers.

That’s just it, 

Isn’t it?

It is only in the Un-Doing

Where the true action takes place.

No subject.

No object.

Lynnea Paxton-Honn

Isn’t that what we are doing now? Undoing? I love the concept, the practice, the awareness of Undoing. It is the purpose of our Elder-years. To Undo until we greet The Wonder of Who We Are. The Undoing—so dramatic in the essence of itself. The Undoing sets us free–Undoing the scaffolding about our egoic constructions.

There is no Undoing to be done in Presence with a capital P, in Stillness with a capital S, in the essence of Soul Self with a capital SS. 

 It is the Great Undoing, the Great Awakening, the Portal to Who We Really Are. (or The Truth of our Being.)

Laurayne Mae

There is birth, the entry. Then decades of doing that follows. Should we grow into emotional maturity we acquire wisdom. Wisdom is the antidote of doing. Wisdom is our conscious undoing. 

Joyce Ann Campbell 

Too much of humanity’s progress has left a trail of destruction across land and sea, below and above, within and without.

The undoing of so-called development will not be a simple task.

But undoing is one of Nature’s talents. Wearing down mountains just takes awhile and building them up can be a blast.

Amel

The sound of undoing takes me to the dance of life

A waltz where a 1,2,3 syllabus is moving

In the rhythm of a simple word

A lonely movement of myself

Doing, redoing, undoing of my heartbeat

Undoing the leaves of a tree 

that shows itself with its beautiful lacey shape

I  undo in facing the shadows

That haunt my dreams

In moving images of an unknown story

With its hurting steps 

after the dance of my own truth

Shari

Undoing is much more difficult than the doing that is being undone.

Especially, if that original thought or action has become habitual. 

It’s like trying to untie a knot in a necklace.  Everything is entangled in

such an intricate way, that even finding a start seems impossible.

But— maybe the beginning of ”The Great Undoing” of our fearful manifestation, is just to start laughing.  That laugh sparks another laugh, which sparks another, which quickly becomes viral.

A viral belly laugh to shake away the doing.

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The undoing of Mercy came on a day that had begun warm and bright, full of promise. They sat on stumps or rocks in small pods throughout the camp, discussing how well yesterday’s battle had gone.

Mercy stood up, feeling hope rise with her, as she bade her exit from the group. The need to feel the sun on her skin and bask in some time alone grew, besides if she stayed amongst the others too much longer, her head might bloat to an uncomfortable size.

The need to stay humble thrummed within her, and where else then spending time with the Creator to help her remember that?

She glided through the camp, smiling at those who said hello, but she kept her intention focused, finally coming to the newly planted garden. Small green shoots had burst through the tilled earth overnight, uncurling to receive their first touch of the sun.

A deep satisfaction filled her, her purpose realized, her calling answered. She allowed the sensation to infiltrate her, shedding tight throngs of fear and burying the worthlessness that had plagued her.

Just when she began to believe everything was falling into place, she picked up on a frantic heartbeat, racing too fast, tight with fear, dripping in horror.

Mercy jumped up, instantly alert, hand drawing her bow without thought and scanning the area the emotion embarked from, searching for any slight movement or sound….

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Time is not linear.

We like to think it is because logical progression is easier for our emotional systems to handle, but this has been an undoing.

Most of us operate on three cylinders of a twelve-cylinder engine, never questioning our inability to ‘get up to speed.’ We mosey along, secure in our own shells like snails seeing only our own paths. We do not understand that thought can transmit simultaneously with the thinking of it.

And thinking is slow. Emotion is faster, the difference between 10 and 10².

The world is Turmoil right now. It seems criminal to add to the angst. Imagine how quickly an emotional actuality of serenity can travel. Imagine transmission of trust, or a whole-hearted knowledge of what peace feels like. (When I was younger, I imagined the absolute silence of falling snow blanketing the Earth to get in touch with peace. That imagined event helped me get in touch with how quiet the Earth can be: how peace feels, like a quiet in-breath, an in-between place – profound rest.)

Those of us not fighting for our lives owe to those of us fighting, a door that opens upon that space of Peace, where Trust reigns, and Serenity holds us in comfort. It takes as much energy to “feel” despair as it does to hold that door open.

I implore you, if you are not fighting, join us. Recharge your batteries with intentional filling of your cups every day. Keep up your strength. Hold open doors. Connect.

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Thank you.

AnaValarie