Gazing at the moon I feel her: Ancient Mother
Creator of life, nurturer, divine feminine healer
Lover and comforter, soothing peacemaker.
Lightning strikes.
Destroyer! Whore! Biting seductress!
Empassioned seeker of light
Helpless child crying in the night
Caught in a torrent of emotion
Swirling in the endless ocean
Can I love her fully, light and dark?
To love myself takes courage
A strength only she bears
To love myself is to love all women,
all people
And to forgive her just the same.
For we are she, the Goddess
Moon-turned
moon-spun
at times eclipsed
at times brilliantly shining
birthing healing lightbeams
to gift our earth-children
Forever giving with no thought to receive.
We are transmuters and alchemists
turning harsh solar rays
into gently rocking droplets
filtered by love and compassion.
Each day we push, each night we exhale.
And so we give birth to ourselves.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Cloudless skies
"Tell me about your madness, and I might take you seriously. I leave the rest to the wind."
"What are you talking about?" I shouted.
Casey sprinted up the steep hill, blades of wet grass sticking to the bottoms of his tennis shoes.
"Casey, where are you going?"
No response of course. Sighing, I hurried after him. The sun smiled above after a light spring shower, the sky now perfect, cloudless, the air fresh. Casey plopped down abruptly on the wet grass and looked up.
"Some people think cloudless skies are perfect," he mused.
Was I just thinking that? I tried to hide my heavy breathing as I crouched down beside him, not wanting to soak my jeans. I waited.
Finally he offered, "Do you see that glimmering down there?"
"Yes," I shrugged, "That's the sun reflecting off the resevoir."
"This all used to be beaver's land," he responded. "Beaver builds resevoirs too-- really complicated systems, actually. They pile sticks somewhere along a river and stack the wood higher and higher as the waters rise. They even install pressure controls in their dam-- sticks they can pull out to relieve water pressure if it builds up too much."
"Wow, that's pretty cool," I nodded. "I wonder if we could hire beavers to make our dams for us? They'd probably be much more successful..."
Casey didn't laugh but started log-rolling down the hill from where we had just come. I hesitated, thinking about how wet my clothes would get, the possibility of grass stains, that damp clothes-sticking-to-your-skin feeling on our walk home... But Casey had reached the bottom and flailed his limbs open wide so he resembled a starfish and his giggling soon turned to joyous laughter. So I gave in and hurled down the hill after him.
"What are you talking about?" I shouted.
Casey sprinted up the steep hill, blades of wet grass sticking to the bottoms of his tennis shoes.
"Casey, where are you going?"
No response of course. Sighing, I hurried after him. The sun smiled above after a light spring shower, the sky now perfect, cloudless, the air fresh. Casey plopped down abruptly on the wet grass and looked up.
"Some people think cloudless skies are perfect," he mused.
Was I just thinking that? I tried to hide my heavy breathing as I crouched down beside him, not wanting to soak my jeans. I waited.
Finally he offered, "Do you see that glimmering down there?"
"Yes," I shrugged, "That's the sun reflecting off the resevoir."
"This all used to be beaver's land," he responded. "Beaver builds resevoirs too-- really complicated systems, actually. They pile sticks somewhere along a river and stack the wood higher and higher as the waters rise. They even install pressure controls in their dam-- sticks they can pull out to relieve water pressure if it builds up too much."
"Wow, that's pretty cool," I nodded. "I wonder if we could hire beavers to make our dams for us? They'd probably be much more successful..."
Casey didn't laugh but started log-rolling down the hill from where we had just come. I hesitated, thinking about how wet my clothes would get, the possibility of grass stains, that damp clothes-sticking-to-your-skin feeling on our walk home... But Casey had reached the bottom and flailed his limbs open wide so he resembled a starfish and his giggling soon turned to joyous laughter. So I gave in and hurled down the hill after him.
Prayer for 2011
May this new year of 2011 bring...
LOVE
and
Awareness of duality
acceptance.
Symmetry and integrated
wholeness.
Transformation into divine
embodiment.
Surrender to compassion
and
LOVE
LOVE
and
Awareness of duality
acceptance.
Symmetry and integrated
wholeness.
Transformation into divine
embodiment.
Surrender to compassion
and
LOVE
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