Essentials

Essentials

by | Sep 27, 2021 | Blog, Inspiration, Nature

After months of pandemic-focus on things that are most necessary, it felt good to pare down even more. One pants, one shirt, one jacket, one hat, one book, just enough food, a stove, a sleeping bag.

Because the less we have, the farther we go and the more we notice. There’s a spontaneous swim at 8,500 feet. Morning oatmeal above timberline. Explosions of glacier lily and paintbrush. Wild windy nights, yellow moon illuminating pink heather. Elk tracks criss-crossing the snowpack.

The wonders that happen when we remember to pack light. (Especially when it comes to writing.)

Dead on the Vine

Dead on the Vine

by | Sep 27, 2021 | Blog, Nature, Storytelling

The remaining blackberries are raisinlike. Shriveled. Birds have picked over them, leaving them to winter’s dormant dream.
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And this is how it always seems to go for blackberries. I’ve got to assume they are ok with it. They likely don’t yearn to be plucked and devoured in the warm sun, shared in pies, or sprinkled on your late night bowl of ice cream.
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But you. You human. You do not do as well when your own fruit dies on the vine. When what you so desperately desire to share shivers away, unheard, unseen, unharvested. Unoffered.
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I walk past this patch of berries every day, all year long. They remind me so much of our human urge to create. There’s that initial germination of an idea. Then the focused sun of our attention ripens it til it glistens with juicy fullness. The moment that stirs us to offer. To extend our hand. To raise our voice. To hit “send.” Then that sweet instant in which it is consumed.
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Then, there are the other times. I know these well. The times when I’ve held that nearly ripe fruit so close to my heart and not let it go. When I haven’t extended my own berries to one who might be hungry. When I waited… til I was clearer, better, stronger–different. The moment of offering passes by. And to hold onto what are now wizened, wrinkled berries just seems overprotective and sad. So I drop them and pretend they were no big deal anyway. They sink back into the earth.
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Every single one of these dried-up berries I’m looking at today was such an offering that no human, bird nor bear accepted. And that is fine.
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But what about your fruit?
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My wish for you is that the moment you sense its ripening—the moment the sun is high and the message is full—you breathe in courage. And breathe in awareness that offering it to someone is the PURPOSE of your fruit. THIS is the reason you imagined the fruit in the first place. To nourish or, maybe, delight others. *
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May you let it be easier.

May you reach out your hand and say, “Here’s a berry. Please take it if you like.”

Keep High Watch

Keep High Watch

by | Sep 27, 2021 | Blog

I scribbled this sign the day after Sept. 11, 2001 and stuck it on a fir outside my door. I had just moved from Boston to Rhododendron, Oregon, the week before—and, like everyone, was turned inside out. It helped me feel a little more grounded.

The line came from a book, Gervase, that my mother had and that I loved so much as a kid. In it, a young girl befriends a fawn who grows into a mighty stag. The townspeople fear the stag’s wild nature and make a plan to kill him. Just before he goes off with them, knowing his fate, he tells the girl, “Hither world, thither world, all worlds are one. Keep high watch.”

When I was 10, I took the words to mean that maybe death wasn’t so scary, that the smallest of creatures was as important as all others. That you look out for everyone, and don’t get so lost in the details you miss what really matters.

I have moved often and brought this sign from house to house. Over the last wild year, I’ve glanced at it and thought, “Jeez, NOW I know what this means.”

May I remember this in the coming days and may we all keep high watch for each other. 

Queen for a Day

Queen for a Day

by | Jul 2, 2016 | Blog, Featured, Inspiration

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“You have a lot of queen energy,” Star says.
 
“Like a queen on the Scottish moors.”
She paints a feathery design on my forehead.
  A bird or headdress or crown.

I’m at a retreat in Topanga, California. Sipping wine outside in March.

Having my face painted by an intuitive body painter.

Who talks to me about the queen.
Something in me resonates.
I tell Star, “Yes, that kind of feels right.”
 
And then something else butts in.
 
“Wait a minute, I’m the scullery maid, not the queen.
I provide the service. I am not royal.”

This very flip is what I often experience with clients after a Golden Thread session-
after your stories have revealed the truth of your essence.

And it is hard to stay there. It is so easy to drift back to what’s familiar.
I so get it.
 
Like this. It feels good to walk and breathe like a
queen with this paint on my face. Not too long after the retreat,
however, the scullery maid comes knocking at my door.
It takes muscle to keep her out. She’s so familiar.
 
I want to share with you something I wrote in my journal
in the moment when I did feel like a queen.
 
Not because I want to dump random journal-writing on you.
 
But because I want to encourage you to explore and claim your true essence. Really, take courage.
If I can share this, you can SO share yours!
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I am a Queen.
 
I am the blue flame of clear expression. Dreamer and seer.
 
I am here to awaken you to the story of you. Of all that you are.
 
My kingdom is expression. I sit on a simple throne of earth, water and wood. I was born in mud.
Crowned by experience. Dripping details, intuition, inspiration. Alchemy. Pulling pearls from your dreams.
Polishing diamonds from your coal.
 
My heart opens more each time I listen.
I take in. I let go.
 
I let a tear fall–and paint the spot silver.
 
It’s part of me. It’s part of you.
 
Nothing to fear. So much room.
 
Together we step into the old, the new and this royal moment.

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Ok, now it’s your turn. 
 
I’ve got an invitation for you:
 
If you’d like to learn how you can discover your life’s Golden Thread—
and tap into YOUR Queen for a Day essence—
click the link below to schedule your complimentary 30-minute call.
 

https://calendly.com/madeleine-eno

Here’s to you.

The very essence of you.

 

Tangled

Tangled

by | Jun 23, 2016 | Blog, Featured

Tangled

“You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.” Brene Brown

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As I was making a present for my baby niece a few weeks ago, this kept happening. With just about every stitch, the thread would transform from straight and smooth to  a crazy thrashy tangle.
 
I untangled that night more than I sewed… and the big vision I had for what I was making kept fading.
 
It felt so familiar and it struck me the same thing happens when you go looking for your own story… you find it, and for  a while it’s smooth and straight. You spot that thread and follow its path and it’s helping connect all the pieces together. Nice and clear.
 
Then when you tug it a little it devolves into an unrecognizable mess, looping back on itself, requiring you to stop everything and just unravel.
 
Makes you want to throw the whole thing out the window, no?
 
The big vision of YOU definitely fades.
 
You move outside of your story again, like Brene Brown describes.
 
You start hustling for your worthiness.
 
Ugh.
 
There are lots of threads in your story. Lots of emotions. Lots of shame, regret, fear dancing around in there. Seriously, when it comes to sorting it all out, tangling like this is a guarantee.
 
Sometimes the way through is to have someone sit and look at that whole tangled mess with you.
 
What I’ve learned in the last few years is that we all have an inability to look at our own story and see if for what it is. Friends shouldn’t let friends dive into their story alone. It can be gnarly in there.
 
If you want to start exploring your story with someone who is not afraid of a few knots, schedule your complimentary Golden Thread session here.
 
Let’s jump on the phone for 30 minutes and see if we can’t do some untangling. Let’s just stop the hustling and start counting ourselves and our own story as worthy right now.