Tooth brushing. Hair cuts. Scars. And Golden Shovels. These are the tools that I have been using for the last few months. I discovered them in a series of light bulb moments. No, I haven’t lost the plot! This is serious business.
I’ve been taking part in Lady Calen’s weekly Sandbox Writing Challenge for some months now. The weekly prompts are a means of enabling personal reflection, soul searching, growth and learning with a supportive group of people doing the same thing in their own unique ways. This week is a ‘tween space. Part three ends. Part four will start. So we are invited to look at what’s been accomplished to date and warm up for the next round.
What does this have to do with the four tools ? I came across the first three in Zach Carlsen’s Strengths Life post Big Ideas . In it he writes about making positive and lasting life changes. What I found uniquely wonderful was the simplicity and power of the metaphors he presents as the three major categories of change – The Tooth Brushing Type, The Haircut Type, and The Scar Type. Toothbrushing is a daily maintenance thing. Haircutting is a periodic and specific, but consistent, thing. The Scar thing is the biggy. It’s a one off, cut deep, done and dusted. And the Golden Shovel ? It’s a new form of poetry I came across in Judy Dykstra-Brown’s blog, lifelessons.
Perfect! What better tool to use for digging around in my internal Sandbox than a Golden Shovel!
So here is my Golden Shovel review and warm up:
Deep within I search my core for
my knowingness, my truth.
Finding it can
scorch and sting.
Digging deep with golden shovel as
cleansing as purifying drops of rain
wash grains in soul’s sandbox, evokes
till the waters run clear.
There is no regret
for I am standing
Standing face to face
With Self – is this The Me, who
I Am, as we
the Sandbox Challenged ones are
bound together, stark,
golden shovel in hand and
intention, motivation pure
expose archetypal journeys as
a way forward into the light of understanding when
washed, rinsed, cleansed and pure we
surrender to the knowingness that came
as digging, digging, screaming
searching, looking, finding yet another layer to
a never ending onion in this
journey of the Self, the internal world
pushes ever further in
stops and starts of laboured
learning to a new birth.
“Golden Shovel” poem. Here are the rules:
– Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire.
– Use each word in the line(s) as an END word in your poem.
– Keep the words from the original line(s) in order. When finished, you will be able to read down the right margin, and have the original chosen line(s) intact.
I used an excerpt from Candice Louisa Daquin’s Scorched people over at thefeatheredsleep
‘For truth can sting
As rain evokes sadness, rinsing clear regret, standing cold and unhindered
Face who we are
Stark and pure as
When we came screaming to this world in laboured birth…’
© Raili Tanska