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Stephanie Canaway

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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The Mirror Cracks

Stephanie Canaway

Turmoil, confusion, chaos anyone would think the world is ending! What’s coming to an end is a world built on fear, lack, distrust, disharmony, projection and greed and yes, it’s chaotic as we try to grab onto some semblance of stability of understanding and justification of our outgrown thoughts and beliefs born from it and based on it. What we don’t necessarily have the clarity on, is why? It’s simple, it doesn’t serve all of humanity anymore, it never did. We have forgotten first and foremost we are a soul, way before and long after we h...

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The Woods of Remembrance

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #320

Deep within forests, and across all lands, mother nature calls as she echoes the remnants of a long-forgotten rhythm and song. Her old growth forests weave a tapestry of wisdom through their roots, connected with each other and drawing from the Earth its treasures, holding within themselves a sacredness etched within the fabric of time, as the ancients and ancestors sing healing into the lei lines of the land as their custodianship and connection demands. If you listen quietly, out of the woods and through the land and the trees, comes an an...

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Stardom; Beyond the Veil

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #318

For the love and life of me, I do not seem to remember my what or my whys and it appears on the surface I have no real mentionable or mental awareness of any amiable reason, why I should. Nor do I have any recollection of responsibility and need to atone for my attitudinal conclaves and responses other than holding a grudge as I stomp down the hallowed halls of righteousness and into the den of darkness, unforgiveness and obscurity without a second thought or backward glance and recognition of sullenness. That was then and this is now, has a...

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Into the Void

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #313

“Are you there God? It’s me Medhini” I manage to snuffle as I bury my face in my hands allowing doubt, disbelief and shame to spill out through my tears, drowning out any attempt at simple devotion in reaching out in prayer, performing instead an eloquent dive of spiraling blame and frustration and landing into a vast pool of victimhood and dread. Sometimes it just gets too much as I try desperately to avoid judging it all. The world appears to have lost integrity as it blindly grabs onto more levels of fear and coercive control under the g...

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Saving Grace

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #300

It is hell being in a place where we don’t feel we exist. A voice not heard and where our wisdom falls on deaf ears. A heart yearning for love when there is nothing left to give. Self-esteem living in the toilet and the promise of tomorrow being another day that feels already like it precludes hope and where pride already takes a dive, long before it falls and where ridicule robs our confidence to go after our dreams for fear of failure let alone tempt the bigger fear of success by poking that proverbial sleeping bear.Sound familiar?Welcome ...

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The Hidden Portals of Love and the Crystals of Light

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #295

As the wand circles and swirls overhead, a lightly held rose quartz crystal creates a trail of stardust and luminous patterns pervading the dawn as it illuminates tiny specs of magical creation, cleansing, clearing and purifying the energy body of negativity for the day ahead as its protection and gentleness is called forth with unconditional love. A small yet sacred task performed amongst the few and one which requires mindfulness and discernment at its foundation. A new way of life is not to be taken lightly, a privilege not afforded to ma...

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Sea and the Moon

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #294

Poets, lovers, writers and artists, all calling from the heart to express love. Painting, breathing, writing, all capturing a feeling of connection, even if only revealing a flicker of reflection, memory and birth. Unchartered territory, born out of a need for love to be launched into the multi-verse, created, captured in the joy of expression and within the willingness of hope and return. The heavens above and the Earth below, magic in its true form as the full moon rises above in its mellowed tones, casting its light far and wide.&nbs...

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Dark before the Dawn

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #292

Vibrancy, a fleeting glimpse of hope in a colourless world. A flash of brilliance, squandered by fear and the weight of suppression and autocracy. Humility ripped apart by arrogance under the guise of righteousness, heroics and attention. Generosity. maligned by self-interest and fueled by greed and jealousy, leads a world into darkness and into the realms of drama, criticism, judgement, dishonour, distrust, distaste, fear and unworthiness. When was it that we forsook love for money? Where was it that we substituted and ...

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Lakshmi: The Flame of Light and Peace

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #276

Lakshmi: The Flame of Light & PeaceThe rough texture of the tiny piece of wood between my right thumb and forefinger draws my attention, engaging my senses as I steady my hold and calm my breath, readying myself for an ancient ritual and ceremony.A small moment of reflection evoking a deep-seated memory and pause before the daily rush. A brief moment of grounding and simple reminder to stop and breathe, having gratitude for nature and the air flowing into my lungs and being absorbed into my body.A reminder of my connection to t...

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Storm

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #267

The power of the storm rages as the energy of its motion builds, whipping all around, picking up all and sundry in its path, old or new, nothing is spared as the momentum builds, ready to unleash its tirade upon unexpecting participants. The turbulence can be seen, heard and felt. There is no silence, there is no escape. Judgement, criticism, panic, fear and survival all converge into a singular moment of overwhelming emotion. Ducking, weaving, and all attempts to try to avoid, bury or outrun it appear futile. No amount of pre...

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Gratitude: The Key to Mastery

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #261

Unseen in a less forgiving world is where I sit behind the scenes. Grateful to be out of harm’s way and in a place of safety, hidden from prying eyes and aching hearts. I am a virtual recluse. Anonymous amongst the stars and night sky. Keyboard warrior when the timing is right, my spark ignited by righteousness and blame from the world around me and shamed into action of speaking my truth or in reality, a more watered-down version of it to fit the narrative so as not to stand out.I pick my moments, venturing out of my com...

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The Winds of Change

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #240

The deliciousness of life, a baby’s first breath drawn deeply into their lungs and an outward cry as they instinctively connect and draw in their next to announce their arrival into this world to all who have the grace and presence to be there.  That once was us. Unique in every aspect, yet all connected. The element of air and the gift of life. Sustenance for the body as it’s drawn inwards, circulating throughout the inner landscape and expressing outwards into the world of creation. So Hum. Breath, thoughts, and beliefs, li...

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Om Namo Narayani

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #230

“Om Namo Narayani” The words hit me with an intensity from behind. Their awareness and familiarity swept through me as a wave of goosebump like energy enveloped me as I felt a part of me remembering and responding to these unfamiliar words. I whipped around to find their source. An old man dressed in an orange cotton wrap contrasting his well-worn sandals against the maroon and gold thread embroidery at the base, took me by surprise. His cragged face wore the burdens of a harsh life, yet his eyes were hopeful as his smile wide...

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Coming Home

Stephanie Canaway

Submitted to Contest #138

The Light is coming.Rhythmic at its core, flowing effortlessly throughout the universe it holds its own beliefs and spiritual laws, connected to both above and below simultaneously, sublime and supernal in its nature. Starlight and stardust, I am its physical form, not separate, but holding my own flavour and uniqueness within the structure of my true essence.Light is the holder and messenger of grace, my grace, my awakening, my homecoming to the truth of my soul and the beginning of a new era of connection and heart opening love. ...

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