Breathing Room

“If you paint,
I say yes, yes to that.

If you use clay,
I say yes, yes to that.

If you set your dreams to music,
I say yes, yes to that.

I say yes to anything
that says yes to the soul.”

Marion Woodman, Coming Home to Myself

Hello and welcome to “Breathing Room.” I’m so happy you stopped by and hope you will feel nurtured by the writings and recordings shared here, created as an expression of caring for my soul. May these offerings remind you - soul care is just a breath away, available right here, right now in this present moment.

So go ahead, take a slow, deep breath. Feel your feet on the ground, bring your awareness inside and take a moment to be with yourself. Sit back and stay awhile. Take a look around. If you feel moved, please join my email list so I can notify you of new postings and inspirations from this space as well as upcoming events.

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A Reflection Along the Inward Way

When discomfort arises
emotional, physical or mental
I need not run
from unpleasant sensations
or numb myself
with food, television -
external “medicine” I may perceive
as relief for the pain.

I ground myself instead
Feel my breath
Feel the earth below
and Divinity all around.
I touch the sensations,
the stream of thoughts
with my awareness.
I choose
to simply be with myself
as I am
Whatever calls for my attention
eases, relaxes.
I am well
All is well with me.

From:  Reflections Along the Inward Way, by Patrice Ficken ©2020 Soul Care Connections.

In the Beginning

“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1)

In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God
and in the beginning, it was wild and free, unencumbered.
The Word flourished
dancing with the moon, the stars and the sun
cradling the light, like a new born
flowing and flowering into endless forms and possibilities.
The more diversity it encountered the more free it became.

Until one day an idea formed in the hearts of men,
to build walls around the Word.
Establish rules, dogmas and edicts
to seek to control the Word.
Who has the right to receive this Word,
how it should be lived and known.
Soon the essence of the Word was forgotten,
for the very Life that illuminated the Word,
made it sparkle and dance, withered
smothered behind the walls built to contain its power.

You might think the Word is dead.
Look again.

The Word lives and breathes inside you.
Place your hand on your heart,
feel its warmth
and beating aliveness,
desire to connect, love and be known.
Speak it.
Live it.
Set it free.

Patrice Ficken, Mercy By The Sea, July 12, 2018

Dedicated to John Philip Newell and the New England School of Celtic Consciousness, Year 2

Soul Weaver

Soul Weaver sits at Her Wheel
Expert fingers gather the finest firmaments
Gold, silver, sapphire blue
Fine fibers barely visible
a glittering spider’s web
See how gently
She pulls apart each strand
how Her loom presses deep
into the bone marrow of sorrow
hallowing the heartache of suffering
All the while
She gathers
She spins
Her wheel turns
day after day
night after night
lifetime after lifetime
Is it possible to know Her ultimate Design?
Her Reason Why?
No, it is in the spinning,
the gathering,
the plucking of each string
the tender caress
of each costly, precious thread
how it vibrates and sings
its most sacred song
a symphony of Beauty


--Patrice Ficken, 12.12.17

Hawk Visits the Squirrel

It will happen to you
on a carefree afternoon
the air is crisp and cool
the sky a brilliant cloudless blue
the sun low and penetrating
back lighting the pink cosmos and the bee
a stained glass window
holy in its beauty and perfection
You are gleefully leaping
from one branch to another
flying from tree to tree
playfully chasing your friend
dropping acorns along the way
The oak tree shakes and shimmers
When out of nowhere
the unexpected predator
visits you
sinks its talons into your life
rips away
your dearest treasure
And there is nothing you can do
except watch in horror
as what is most precious
is carried away
Grief lands in an instant
a sound emerges
deep, deep
from behind your heart
from some hidden chamber
keening
a strange sound
never heard before

-- Patrice Ficken
October 2, 2017

Heart

(Dedicated to John Philip Newell
and the New England School of Celtic Consciousness)

Heart
beats to a different rhythm
in concert
with ocean waves
lapping to shore
one by one
moment by moment
day by day
Never ceasing
Proclaiming
the Yes of the Universe
Love without limits
The tenacity of Life
Eternally unfolding
New beginnings in each breath
with every beat
New life always here
asking for a midwife
to bring it forth
Heart knows the freshness
the gift of each new day
Beats with all hearts
Resonant with the Earth
the very pulse of the Universe
Heart asks only
to be remembered and felt
for a Deeper Listening
a Deeper Knowing
Breathe in and feel
the steadiness
the Devotion
the Love
the Selfless Service
of the Heart
Its never ending
Song of Gratitude

--Patrice Ficken, Mercy By The Sea, July 13 2017

The stars call to me

The stars call to me
I stand
listening across the fields
awakened by a dream
Owls hoot back and forth
Primal sounds fill the darkness
So much awake and alive
Distant cries of loons
seeking each other
Ancient wisdom sounding
in all directions
A cacophony
The moon hides from the sun
A satellite silently moves across the sky
A quiet intermission
soaks my soul
My bones sing in recognition
So much held in the darkness
So much glittering shining light
So many calls
My heart too
My longing too
A shooting star

--Patrice Ficken

Koan

“What did your face look like before you were born?” Thich Naht Hanh

My face
beams rainbows
glitters stars

My face
has no beginning
no end

My face
vibrates
sings
sees all

My face
contains nothing
and everything

My face
smiles to eternity
its laughter
makes the earth spin in its orbit

My eyes
reach far into canyon depths
vision high above mountain peaks

My nose
breathes in
the very breath of life

My mouth
breathes out
sea breezes and desert winds

My smile
lights up the sun

-- Patrice Ficken, June 2014