Enchantments

Enchantments is a love story, an artist book and spiritual collectible with digital watercolor print images and spiritual prose, that takes the reader on a sensual journey through the whisperings of the heart and the yearnings of the soul.

Enchantments comes as a loose sheet boxed set of prose and images, wrapped in silk and ribbon. Limited Edition. $225.00 includes tax and shipping. To place an order email the studio at rhonda@rhondaschaller.com or call 212.226.0166.

Free Online Enchantments Text

I love transformation and change, things tend to happen quickly for me and yet on some level I feel slow in my transitions.

Perhaps it is fear and an enormous yearning for life that operate simultaneously.

Everything feels new and unexplored ahead of me.

I am on the brink of a brand new journey and I don't have an image of it yet.

I am so happy - and full of life. Saying yes and not asking how is an interesting mantra to be in the center of.

I wonder if passivity is a fear thing due to exposure, or a female thing of abdicating responsibility.

Stormy day here. There are rain drops that look like glass balls hanging from the iron frame outside my window.

It reminds me of a dance of angels caught in time whose freedom lies within my ability to dream.

Is inner freedom just that I wonder. Our ability to transform life as we see it to dance with God.

I am so happy. I feel so given to.

Which is so hard for me at times. I want to be taken care of so badly and yet I don't. I want to be loved deeply and given to and I don't.

I think I am afraid that I will like it, that I need it, and then it will disappear and I'll feel empty.

It is sometimes difficult for me to accept my reality and my visions.

Relationships. Not to hold on. See and accept other within and reflected.

To dance within a circle of energies, add our song to those heard and unheard, to gather all sides into a new version.

To sculpt life within a series of perceived truths... or do we sculpt truth within a series of perceived lives.

To bellow. Give someone permission to make a sound in the world - what an interesting proposition - who knows what it could lead to.

Isn't life wonderful and full of surprises.

To make a sound in the world - alive and full of spirit.

We are a duet with a full dance company of angels, a winged orchestra, with circus base and passionate cellos, whispering strings and melodic voices raised in harmony to praise life's parade.

I feel ablaze with life, such fire within me.

The intensity of my being is like an exaltation from within that touches my skin like a caress and flows outwards.

I feel so powerful and yet so vulnerable all at the same time.

I so need to move through life and express myself in the world.

The staff of life, the core, the kundalini, the godhead.

I am this core. I am rising, orange flowers stroking, surrounding me at the base.

The dance of angels, dancing and singing, witnessing the peeling away of the body. They do not come until the body has been sliced away, and peeled back to reveal the core, death and rebirth, collapse and regeneration - and in the presence of the revealed - revelation.

So I am the male and the female, the emperor and the empress.

I am not entered from the outside in, I enter and am entered from the inside out.

Penetration out into the world.

I have decided that buildings, tall structures are not phallic symbols at all, they are giant clits ready to take over the world.

So the road to enlightenment is paved with a sense of humor and the willingness to be present.

My identity is cracking and reforming. Such a good thing. Healing the split between who I am and who I've been.

I do gallop when I get a head of steam. If it sounds right, feels right, I want to move forward.

Its like listening to that voice inside our hearts that gently guides our right actions, whispers to us to trust and love, have faith, and let go.

Sometimes I can, and sometimes I can't.

I like cultivating that permission in myself to be whole.

Honoring my process. You bring that to me on a whole new level.

So I feel as if I'm growing and expanding and becoming in leaps and bounds. And it is brilliant.

Feel my caress on the breeze, inhale the sea and feel our limitlessness.

Am going to walk over to the river and watch the boats and read/ dream/ think about how nice life is when you open to its gifts.

What a beautiful thought for a lifetime. Appreciate, admit, and reflect.

To see with our hearts, listen with our hearts, speak from our hearts - that is the place of right intention.

Open and centered, grounded and wise.

Compassion for self is a life's work. Look again at your mind and you'll see it can be love healed rather than lovesick. The choice is ours.

If I allow myself I can feel you, feel myself close around you, draw you in.

Partner is lover of soul and body, with whom I create something larger. More cosmic through the sharing of the mundane - more than the personal I.

Spirituality and sexually interrelated and intertwined.

It is complicated to dream of you in this way.

Direct, simple, truth.

Amazing sensations.

Love the moments when your eyes meet mine and I can feel your permission, your allowance to enter. In those moments of intensity you are not hidden.

Interesting to think that some could regard love as irrelevant.

What is fantasy, what is reality, if they are not of our own making.

Opportunities come once, rarely twice but sometimes. Do you believe in going for the gold my dear? Do you practice what you preach?

Enchantments