Entering In. Breaking Out

highway marvia davidsonWelcome to Real Talk Tuesday.  This time next week I will have same name where you found me before, but the site will be self-hosted, and I hope to see you there.  I’m so glad you’re with us this week.  I’m so glad we’re on this journey together.  It’s Real Talk Tuesday time.  This week we’re talking about “entering in.”

Come share you stories, art, art journals, songs, poems, articles, nonfiction, and fiction.  We want to hear your voice. Continue reading

Still You Are Here

gentle marvia davidsonSo I’m writing a book, a second memoir of sorts.  It’s been an interesting process and also emotionally exhausting.  I’ve rediscovered and also uncovered new things about life, faith, and pressing in to life.  None of the writing has been easy, but I think it has been worth it to dig in to the whole truth hidden behind doors.  Of course, writing memoir can take a lot of a person.  Be gentle with yourself. Sometimes you come to the page blank.  Words won’t come.  You’re staring at a blank screen.  Nothing is making sense.  I had that moment the other day.

Sure I could have quit, closed shop, threw in the towel, or give n up.  But, I didn’t.  Instead I chose to step away from the writing.  I chose to be gentle with myself.  In my writing process, I often find reprieve by walking; so I went for a walk.  My heart and mind needed to declutter.  Be gentle with yourself. Down a hill and up another, gaining speed, I walked.  When I got near the end of my walk I realized there was another kind of writing I had neglected.  Songwriting.

The memory of who I am and what I am meant to do rose up again, calling me to return.  I trudged up the final hill home, blinking back tears because I knew these words holding tension in my heart were true.  Be gentle with yourself.  I got home and did not return to the book.  Instead, I took out my guitar, tuned the strings, and began to play. Here is the result of that time well spent: the first lines of a song (I haven’t written one in over 5 months, and that’s too long for me).

I haven’t stepped here for so long
In the quiet place
Filling space and time with busyness
I’m out of grace

Still you are here
Still you are calling
Hush now be still
You whisper all my fears away
Here in the sacred place

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 Beloved, what is He calling you to remember?  How has He been whispering to you?  Has He been calling you home to “be”-ing and not doing?  Remember whose you are.  Remember the grace given you.  Remember:

Be gentle with yourself.  For me that gentleness comes from the stillness of moments where I can ponder God and His presence.  What does it look like for you?  Whatever you’re bulldozing through, where do you need to pause or change course.

I leave you with this:: Be gentle with yourself.

You can listen to a rough cut of the song on Soundcloud.

I Want to Remember

sweet life marvia davidsonI want to remember Jesus the Christ
Blood and water trickling down
Hands and side intimately pierced
I want to remember His body broken
Riddled with pain for me

I want to remember the fragrance
Of His death because
It gave me sweetness of life

I want to remember His Word
Coursing through my veins
Fleshing out deep truth
Penetrating the root of my dark

Pulling me into His
Embrace of healing light

I want to remember His last breath
A heaving sigh resting on the earth
Between the veil
Torn
Ripping
Breaking the chasm’s divide

I want to remember Jesus the Christ
A gift of redemption, of restoration
Of reconciliation

I, no longer on the outside
I, now invited
I, now belonging
I, now adopted
I, now ardently loved

I want to remember Jesus the Christ
I will give Him all of my life
This will be grace enough
More than enough

Linking up with Lisha Epperson for #GiveMeGrace.

Love Letter to Creative Souls

bloom marvia davidson

Bloom
All these blossoms
All these stems
All these blades
Were made to bloom
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What if being a whole and authentic creative soul meant remembering who you always are?  Would you still create?  Would you still write?  Would you revel in the thought, or would you be stilted, crushed, or even immobilized?  Sister, it’s okay.  We’ll walk together on this journey.  Being a real and true creative soul means embracing the whole of your story, and we want all of you to shine.  How can that divine light in you shine bright and undimmed, if you’re hiding or switching the lights off?

Today I’m over at The Story Sessions with a love letter to creative souls.  Come take a read, and be encouraged.  Perhaps you might find something of the return to being fully you, fully whole, and fully aware that you carry beauty and hope.  It’s what the world needs more of right now – people who love and are real and true.