Artist Spotlight--Melissia Williams

I believe in the power of creativity. Creativity heals us and empowers us.

Each week, I will be highlighting the artistic self-expression of others. May the courage in exposing their delicate inner selves inspire you to express yours. Catching miracles, MM.

ARTIST OF THE WEEK: Melissia Williams

Melissia Williams, a San Diego native, started writing poetry and short stories in Jr. High. She is passionate about the beauty to be found in words and using the right combination to inspire others. As a mother, her main focus these days is to teach her daughter to be fearless and appreciate the wonder of different cultures and new experiences. Here is her poem.

                                                     The Oracle’s Dream

 I walk in the woods quietly,

trying,

not to disturb the things I cannot see.

Peacefully I look around,

trusting

Old Mothers foliage to protect me.

Bare feet, on dewy grass…leaves them wet.

I move forward

wanting to succumb to the tranquility.

My deep sigh lets out the breath of despair.

My slow intake brings in the air of enlightenment.

An Oasis of irenic. 

I close my eyes and embrace the sounds

of birds and flowing streams.

Protected from hidden agendas

and the rustle of hypocrisy.

Just as purity seeps in, the truth takes over.

Swirling clouds of expectations and responsibility.

Follow…..

Follow…..

Who is it?

A husband?… a family?…. an identity?

Behind the shrub it lays…

The Answers.

Do I dare?…  No… I run away.

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Just Be

28 years ago, I got my first job teaching children. I loved working with kids, singing songs, playing games, doing art, learning, growing.  I did not know at the time that taking care of children would become the theme of my life.

Over the years, I have been a mentor and teacher to thousands of children and adults in the United States, Spain, Japan, Korea, and most recently Africa, all the while knowing that my deepest wish was to be a mother.

I kept waiting for the right circumstances, the right husband, the right place, the right timing to be a mom.

But in one life-changing moment, I realized there is never a "right" time.

In July of 2009, I got a phone call that my closest friend had suddenly passed away during the night--no warning, no preparation, no nothing.  It was one of the saddest moments of my life.  I felt like I had been shot in the heart, with no air to breathe. That week, I called a friend and she consoled me by saying "if you become who your friend was for you, you will never lose her."

Who was my friend for me....? She was the mother I had always wanted to be.

Everything changed from then on.  I understood that life is too short to wait for the perfect moment.  There are no more excuses and no more fear.

I asked myself, if I want to be a mom, where are there children who need a good mother?

And the rest, as they say, is history. On December 14th, 2009, I flew to Uganda to meet the children of the Good Hope School www.goodhopeschool.net. I had never been to Africa and I flew there alone. The universe brought me to the people who helped me get there, and to the children who needed me.  Everything came together with divine synchronicity.

In Uganda, they call me "Mugisha", which means gift.  They think I am a gift to them.  But the real gift is who they are for me.  There, in a small village near Kabale town, I met over 150 children and my Ugandan family.  Many of the children are orphans. Their village has no electricity and no indoor plumbing, but it has an abundance of laughter, community, connection, and love.  Everywhere there are children, they run out of their houses to greet me, and hug me, and sing to me.

I could not choose just one child to love, so I chose to love them all!  And now, they have someone who will help them get what they need to prosper and flourish; and oh so perfectly, they allow me to be who I have always wanted to be.

So if there is someone you want to be:  Don't wait. 

There is no day but today. 

Find someone who wants what you have to give and just BE.  

The universe will take care of the rest.  I promise.

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The Road to Wholeness

Having been born in the 60s, I grew up during the time when women were rebelling against their traditional roles.They went to work, got divorced, called for equality and marched for

the ERA.

With deep gratitude, I celebrate all of those women who forged the path before me, who brought me to this point.  But, today, I see that something was lost along the way. I learned to be so strong, so independent, so accomplished that I stopped needing anyone.  

Thinking back to a few years ago, I remember when my toilet suddenly started to flood at 4 a.m. I was down on the floor bailing water, desperate, crying, asking myself, “How did this happen? How did I get here?” I could not fathom how in all my worldliness I was on the floor...alone. I prayed as I cried and asked for guidance. I was ready to change. And, thank God, it was on that day, I learned to be vulnerable. 


I was amazed and so thankful when my male neighbors rushed to my rescue to help me in the morning. The help had been there all along, I just could not see it. They asked, confused, "Why didn't you come sooner?" There they were, just waiting for a chance to be needed. Wow!!

I realized, then, that I needed to learn how to ask for help. After that day, many teachers appeared to me. With them, I have been learning what it means to let other people in to contribute to me. I used to think that vulnerability was the same as weakness. It is not the same at all. To be vulnerable means without defenses, not weak. The tough part was in surrendering my sword and accepting the part of myself that had always been hidden.


So through this journey, every day, I take down the walls piece by piece. 

And behind the wall, under the armor, deep down, there it was… the Divine Feminine. She is vulnerable, and receptive, and so very strong! She is me. I am her. She was there all the time, waiting to be revealed.  What a beautiful surprise!


When I look around me now, I see that feminine energy is like a rare and perfect diamond. Like a flower, it is ready to blossom again. She never died, she just went underground. Today, I feel a call on this planet, clamoring for her expression, clamoring for her love.


The world yearns for the Divine Feminine because it is what nurtures us, holds us, gently guides us, and heals us. 

I used to think if could control the outcome and all the pieces, I would be safe. However, being in control never got me what I wanted. It gave me all the outward trappings of success, but left a hole in my heart--a deep emptiness.  

When I surrendered to the Divine Feminine and unleashed her, She filled the space and made me whole.

Here is my wish for you and for myself,

Oh, 

sweet Women, let down your walls.

Ask
for help and It will come.

Be 

everything and prove nothing.

Stop

Searching. You’re already home.

Rest,

in the knowledge that all is well.

And so it is.

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