Friends greet us where we are, bringing life, music, and sometimes even a happy cluck! We are lucky to live this wild time of transformation, but not knowing the future is not the same as not Knowing who we are. The work of being your True Self is why we are here; there is nothing beyond the moment you are in despite the realm of the news.
The Jupiter moon is a flowering of fullness. Guru awareness expands into beauty. We breathe in the heat and humidity of the summer even as we quiet our bodies in the lake. A foggy stillness descends, engulfs, yet the ripples extend across the water as we move.
Letters, Love Letters, Letters to Self.
Written, sent, saved, read, and reread
shredded, soaked, shaped, burned, and released to the wind and sky
long ago letters, saved stories, reaching out thru a time of expansion, of breathing into the world, a space of exploration into the nature of being, releasing the thoughts that once contained longing, hope, doubt…
into thin air, cold winter air… then shredded into water, pure water, waves into ocean, as clouds across the sky float and form into shapes, transforming into nothingness
a love of life, a time of freedom unattached to the world of becoming, a space of light.
“Songs of the Cotton Grass” - music on video by Hilary Tann www.hilarytann.com
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you which shall be the darkness of God.
As, in a theatre, the lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed With a hollow rumble of wing, with a movement of darkness on darkness, and we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama and the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations and the conversation rises and slowly fades into the silence and you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about; or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing;
There is yet faith, but the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
We sit in our world of human beingness and are mind-boggled at our own destructive machinations, hateful enterprises, and greedy systems, yet despite this we have deep intangible knowledge of beauty and love. We wonder at how the push-pull of Shiva’s destructive and transformative powers surrounds us even as we find ourselves in the Chinese Year of the Snake, a time of deep thinking, patience, and adaptability… I note that, Vasuki, the snake around Shiva’s neck represents the control of fear and ego.
Moving into the center and flowing out, we are surrounded by energetic winds sowing of seeds of change, transforming our being into pure, free, forever. That is all there is. Be well.
"The Iceman Cometh" is one of Eugene O'Neill’s most renowned plays, written in 1939. The play is a tragic exploration of self-delusion, despair, and the human need for illusion in order to cope with life’s harsh realities. The Iceman Cometh delves deep into the psychology of its characters, as they are forced to confront the truth about their lives.
Now, weeks after I started writing this, I am full of sun and snow, full of exuberant and quiet voices, full of life and death. We live in an extraordinary time of life, questioning, doubt, and faith. How spectacular to be here now!
We dream, we hope, we plan, and sometimes we just breathe… letting whatever might surrounds us take hold. We create life as we breathe and out of that unfolds extraordinary things, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes the good comes as new life — a flowering winter cactus or a new baby; sometimes we learn the pain of others, along with our own aging bodies; and sometimes the mystery takes us beyond our own heart and body to another dimension of being.
Opening the awareness of being part of an entire universe is beyond imagination, beyond individual existence, beyond knowing. It is not something we can paint or write or describe in any specific way, but it is something we can try to live. It can shape what and how we see our days. It can fill our hearts with light. So let the sun shine in!
Standing in the flow of sticks, I wonder.
Where do we stand in changing conditions? Those ones that continually challenge our trust, our knowledge, and our conscience from the changeling aspects of human politics, ongoing shift in seasons and growing climatic impact of weather across our lands to the environmental pain of war across our planet?
Do we stand with the alignment of the never ceasing forces, the undercurrents of greed and fear that pull us into darkness? Or, are we more the driftwood amongst the watery currents looking like a Louise Nevelson sculpture of found objects, all in alignment with the flow of time, a passive resource waiting to reach the Ocean? Then of course, we could be the shadow play, the spiritual embodiment, that like a projection onto the physical realm is a reflection of the unending Universe?
Green Tara // Green Terra // Terra Firma // Firmament // Earth Goddess // Gaia // Goddess of Enlightenment