I know I have written this here before.
But indulge me.
Please.
This is my Summer of Sirens.
My summer of giving in.
Giving over.
To temptation.
To the wild notions that sing to me.
With an embrace I long for.
This notion…the Summer of Sirens.
Came from the last 39 days.
Of being with my own magic.
Explorations of myself.
Desires.
Wishes.
More.
It came from a need to feed my hungers.
To trust them.
To trust myself.
And the grand journey that is unfurling in front of me.
I don’t remember what came first.
The Sirens of my creation.
Or the desire to hear the songs sung to me.
And to answer them.
With the full flesh of my being.
The Sirens of paper are easy to remember.
They rest in my eyeline.
I know they are there.
The Sirens of my own way.
That takes me a moment.
To remember.
That this summer.
This experience.
Is not (just) about sharing.
Selling.
My creations.
It is about me.
Letting the call of the Siren.
Wind its way through me.
Letting it pull me.
Over the edges I dared not cross.
Out of the almighty fears of this and that.
It means.
Letting myself indulge.
In that which I desire.
In that which is here.
For me.
It means.
That not everything I do.
Will look like a Siren.
To the world.
But that the song.
Is sung.
Nevertheless.
It sometimes feels odd.
For me to approach the days this way.
Because I like a plan.
I wanted one with all of the worry that knows how to churn in my belly.
I hoped in not so secret ways.
That one would have come to me at the end of these 40 days.
But now.
I want more.
I want to stay with myself.
And move with what is biggest.
What calls.
I want to do this without justification.
Or over explanation.
Unless, of course, that is what sings the clearest.
Each Siren that I have made.
Is a song I have heard.
A song that has guided me.
That guides me still.
I feel woven together in their presence.
Sharing them delights me.
And.
I hope.
It is more than the paper that is received.
I hope it is the magic that they hold.
The magic that I hold.
That I spin into them.
A song.
That calls to you.
As it does to me.
A call that will tempt you.
A call that you will answer.
The Siren at the very top.
She is the Siren of Indulgence.
So I lean back into her wonders.
I feel dense and nourished.
Alive and curious.
Settled.
Deep.
It is not so much that I am ready.
It is that I am in it.
And I like that very much.
Indulgently yours,
Jo Anna
P.S.
Today.
The listening and following.
The temptation and indulgence.
Led me to make some changes in my Siren store.
Each Siren will only be available once.
When someone purchases it…it is gone.
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