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Maya Spector
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Poet, storyteller, SoulCollage® facilitator
Poet, storyteller, SoulCollage® facilitator

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Endings, Beginnings, and Reframing the Story
Some reflections
on how I got to where I am now… I retired at age
61, several years before I thought I would.   One day, I simply had had enough.   I had accepted a position that I had once thought I’d
never accept, as a manager.   I’d been a
children’s lib...
Endings, Beginnings, and Reframing the Story
Endings, Beginnings, and Reframing the Story
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Morning Poems
Boy, the morning pages do pile up!  I spent some time this morning going through the ones I flagged to revisit, this batch mostly being poems.  I put post-its on pages I think are worth keeping because I toss everything else after a few months (not wanting ...
Morning Poems
Morning Poems
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It Begins With a Call: Enchantment (Part 17)
I have been in the underworld for quite a while.  Years,
really.  The world itself feels underworldly and full of mortal
demons.   There have been
two books that I’ve been profoundly affected by this last year or so – Sharon
Blackie’s If Women Rose Rooted a...
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It Begins With a Call: The Season Turns (Part 16)
Right now it is Autumn Equinox.  The following post was written 6 months ago at the last equinox. Tomorrow is
another equinox, and something is stirring inside.   I haven’t written here yet about the
importance of the oral tradition in my life.   I blogged ...
It Begins With a Call: The Season Turns (Part 16)
It Begins With a Call: The Season Turns (Part 16)
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It Begins With a Call: Carrying Fire (Part 15)
Left, right, One click, two. It rises, it
settles, it shudders like
wind through the
channels of my body – gut, throat, esophagus, bowel, right breast, left
occiput. I went out into
some sort of wood because a fire
was in my head. (Yeats understood.) It is ...
It Begins With a Call: Carrying Fire (Part 15)
It Begins With a Call: Carrying Fire (Part 15)
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It Begins with a Call: Wrestling the Snake, Carrying the Fire
I begin morning
pages with my curiosity about the surfacing of Hygeia.   Here is what comes out of my pen:             You are coming to terms with
illness, aging and death because these are the things that can stand in the way
of the work.   Legitimately. ...
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It Begins with a Call: An Old Story of Suffering and Healing (Part 13)
Speaking of
wisdom figures and guides…  This is an old story of suffering and healing. My second
pregnancy did not begin well.   I was
attending a dance class at my teacher’s home studio.   Her daughter came down with the German
measles, and so I was expose...
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It Begins with a Call: A Vision of Athena and Hygeia (Part 12)
Athena is still
around.   I close my eyes
and picture the sacred spring at Panther Meadow on Mt. Shasta, a place that is sacred to me. From there, I see
myself ascend to the top of a mountain where I find a fire outside a cave.   I sit down alongside the fi...
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It Begins with a Call: Psyche's Story (Part 11)
Psyche’s story
calls me once again.   Like her, like everyone, I have
been given challenges. Which of Psyche's challenges occupies me now?   They all resonate, but the one that leaps out
at me is her needing to seek the golden fleece.   Looking for the gold...
It Begins with a Call: Psyche's Story (Part 11)
It Begins with a Call: Psyche's Story (Part 11)
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It Begins with a Call: The Work of an Elder (Part 10)
(Note:  This was originally written a year and a half ago.) And the wind in
the body moves again.   Pancreas issue
handled, I am now waiting, again, to see a cardiologist.   Palpitations.   Skipped heartbeats. Again, I think, “Am I still in the underworld?”...
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