Tuesday, September 21, 2010
This is how the map gets drawn and I am able to make my way:
Much as a man cannot have two masters,
A woman cannot have two map-makers
My topography is my own
Hills and valleys that only I can name
leading hands, nudges
urge and prod
Putting pebbles in my shoes
My spirit has a strategy
I am not responsible for what my spirit's strategy makes you feel
Sunday, August 29, 2010
While I may the kind who finds solace, cradled in the arms of an old Oak tree and I may be the sort who prefers being kissed by moonbeams and merry breezes. Though I may be more concerned with being free to be free, being held in the arms of the benevolent Fates and open at the ready to find myself on the move. It is undoubtedly a thing of beauty to see the happiness that finding a sacred mirror can bring. So to those who've found each other, like clouds parting to reveal a sea of stars, I bless you from my unconventional heart...
Love one another enough to fiercely guard each other's solitude is how Rilke once put it and I agree. Never lose yourselves through the looking glass but find a greater understanding of your own glowing souls through having the reflection. Remember that it is a sacred trust to know the soul of another and never take this lightly for within your lover there is a light. Accept everything and never ever try to own, change or chastise the other's path. And know more than anything, that sometimes, the best you can do is to allow for the truth...
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Recently one of my dear friends posed a brilliant question in asking, "What takes the place of all of the oil that has been extracted from the earth?" This for me conjured images of grapes turning to raisins, things caving in and lush things wilting.
May we never forget that this is our only home, we have nowhere else to go. We are fortunate to have the continued embrace of this planet despite our dysfunctional relationship with it. Gaia continues to invite us back to her sacred temple, offer us her grounding and soothing influences, welcome us like prodigal sons and daughters regardless of our continued hubris, neglect and collectively sanctioned harming.
May we remember that the intention for our relationship with the earth was not that of "other" but of "one". As a child feeding from its mother and not perceiving any distance or difference, we were offered this opportunity to cultivate relationship with Earth Mother. In the name of convenience we have created distance, prisons for ourselves and prisons for our brothers and sisters of the land and animal kingdoms. We have enslaved those who offer us only continued embrace and we have forgotten the magic that once existed between us.
Now is the time, the winds whisper for us to remember our heritage. Now is the time to rise up and journey with gentleness using weapons of love and education to effect change. May we harness our gifts and our voices to advocate for those who cannot speak but who continue to support us with the most unconditional of loves.
We have a responsibility as masterful communicators, builders and bringers of change to remember our role as servants of the earth and to understand that it has been with compassion that our perceived control has been permitted. May we be humble and remember the first time we saw the vast expanse of the ocean and our smallness in comparison. May we not awaken the wolf mother within our dear benevolent planet but seek only to help her lick her wounds. Now is the time to exercise our love and to harness our healing for all that is. Just as your body is home for your Spirit, Gaia is home for your body. May we all strive to offer the best of ourselves in service to these sacred temples.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
"You used to be wild here. Don't let them tame you."- Isadora Duncan
Those of us born under fire signs (Aries, Leo, Saggittarius) have a natural affinity to passion, creativity, virility, rebelliousness, enthusiasm (we can also be hot-headed, tempestuous and a bit out of control). This fire energy is available to all of us natural fire sign or otherwise. For some fire may need to be cultivated, for others it may need to harnessed.
According to Aristotle fire occupies a place between earth and air in the elemental realm. In this way I see fire as a connection between our grounded state of humanity and our connection to Spirit. Fire speaks to our primal connection to our truth, our passion, the qualities within and externally that are worth fighting for.
I am here today to speak to the need to couple our compassion, our heart-centred awakeness with a fire to effect change, a fire to liberate others, a fire to remember our essence and to not be tamed by the mundane world. I am writing today to pay homage to Prometheus who stole fire from the Gods to create light for the human world but was then punished for his kindness, to remember Hekate the fire-bearer, to speak of Agni the ever youthful fire God who accepts and purifies our sacrifices. I am here to honour Archangel Michael, the winds of the South, Tigers, Dragons, Hawks and the beautiful Phoenix who reminds us of our own transformative powers. May we never forget a time when light was not available at the flip of a switch, when we used to cultivate fire to warm us, to purify our food, to light our darkness, to create community circles and to remind us simply by being of our connection to our own passions. May we remember this relationship and our ability to create light and warmth for ourselves through fire. Today on Beltane, let us honour fire and remember that we are called to remember, to honour those who have come before us and to carry wisdom to our children's children...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Small savage moments of cells dividing and digging through lost and found
find a soul that you recognize as belonging.
Bravest of all human quality is hope.
Bukowski's mother smiles
being knocked down, goldfish dying.
Time to let the sleeping raven top
shake the dusty rug of secrets off its back
carrying the message out into the green world.
I haven't been sleeping,
preferring song-birds to ceaseless chatter.
Francis of Assissi freedom,
winged things escape the burden of rational thought
My heart is like Franny's
wish, need, gratitude, platitude
ceaselessly meets the ancestors,
through veins, heartbeat, breath and longing.
small St. Francis refuge
communing with woods, wings, always...
candle, window, open sky, beating wings, song
more than touch and feel.
my very own bluebird can never find quiet and I'm happy...