Dance of the Great Hunger

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For Maria

 

Laurens Van Der Post wrote The Mantis Carol,

a tale of synchronicity, wonder

and the truly joyful nature

of an African  Bushman far from home.

And at the end of  his life

She( I)  went to visit him

and because he asked this of her

she  proceeded to dance, his dance

the one she’s seen him do throughout his long life.

The Dance of Great Hunger.

A stomping step with a turn

arms spread  reaching the cosmos.

She was totally present,

with her back  still turned

she heard a strange sound,

” Like the issue of some gust of great wind

thrown at the door with such force

that it passed thin and elongated through the key -hole into

and out of the room.”

And he was gone.

 

Sometimes only a dance will do.

After the family left

I needed to dance , staff in hand

to move the stuck energy of deep sorrow

and let sway all the emotive feeling felt too tight,

giving voice to the great hunger

giving voice to the old one who knows of suffering

and still smiles.

For Maria

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Congress

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“We are joyous

We are attuned to peace.

We are attuned to life.

We have a delight for nature

and for all living, growing things.

We foster and nurture potentials.

We are attuned to wholeness

and to connection

from which  it springs.” ( Jeremy Berg)
These words are from our fairy folk relatives,
our invisible cousins,
but also from  a place we know in ourselves
when we disappear,
even for a moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Called and Not Called

Called and Not Called

It says on the sign over Jung’s studio door,

Called or Not Called God is Here.

When I was tossed into the  cold and wild water

of a rapid in the Grand Canyon,

and to my amazement

I completely let go,

experiencing  the delight of no fear.

A kind of grace, like death.

 

And once in the still of a long night of struggle

I heard the clear voice of Lotte

Call my name.

 

Prayer will bring in the needed help,

a shift in consciousness

a new view of the same situation.

A kind of grace, so many moments.

 

 

 

 

Preference of Peace

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When I was 35

I spent three weeks in the Grand Canyon

adding to my thought stream ” I could have peace instead of this”.

Maybe it was the magnificence of the place

of the challenge of the group dynamics

but “peace” stuck,

my mind took over

and choose peace in all instances.

I entered bliss.

 

This week, 35 years later,

I reopened Teach Only Love,

Jerry Jampolsky’s guide to  peace as a preference.

It’s about choosing your power source,

the wily ways of the ego

or trusting  in the love and peace option.

Simply beginning to do

what my sense of peace indicates

even though I do not know the outcome.

A loving preference is a more reliable basis for a decision

then guesses about future consequences.

 

Photo is of our garlic scapes,

harvested today and made into pesto.

 

 

If I lift up my skirt…..

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Bell

Boy in a boat

Cake

Cat

Center of bliss

Center of desire

Chalice

Cushion

Dark gate

Fiddle

Fig

Flower

Garden

Gate of jewels

Hidden place

Inner heart

Lotus of her wisdom

Moss rose

Mysterious gate

Star

Turtle

Alpha and Omega

 

If you come upon an accident

And someone is in seriously bad shape

And it’s just you and someone is possibility dying.

Show them your yoni.

You may just save a life.

 

 

 

Working with What’s at Hand

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When my friend said in hushed tones

that she didn’t want to call sister this week,

I knew what she was saying.

There is so much pain in our collective field,

each one of us is struggling,

framing this wound we suffer

according to our own journey,

how we sit with pain.

Faith is completely personal.

 

My own jug leaks water.

My sins run out behind me

and I do not see them.

If you call me to judge another,

I am not blameless.

 

 

“Jug” story is from Abba Moses,

pg 36 The Way of the Heart, Henri JM Nouwen

 

 

 

Communion

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When I see a rabbit

I  say” Hi Anne”

It’s a gentle way to remember my gentle sister.

Recently my twelve year old grandson

who has the heart of a hunter

set out a bent  branch to make a snare.

We didn’t think he would ever catch one.

Tonight I ate a bite of rabbit stew

Skillfully prepared by a boy that I respect,

literally eating the body of the beloved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go In Peace

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In a twelve step program,

people tell another person

important untold feelings

and then the miracle of grace is possible.

In Karen Van Vuuren’s  documentary

Go In Peace, ( goinpeacefilm.org)

dying veterans with the assistance

of a willing listener are released from  long held grief

There is something about being close to death

that allows the tight heart to open

and speak it’s unspeakable to another.

I would like to suggest to each of us at this time

to allow this level of healing now.

Grace awaits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let Peace Begin with Me

Pele the goddess of new earth

Pele holds the egg, womb within womb.

 

“Let there be peace on earth

Let this be my solemn vow

To take each moment

and live each moment in perfect harmony

Let there be peace on earth

and let it begin with me”

My Grandmother’s hymn,

(I was a tiny egg inside my mother

when she was inside her mother)

 

I’m not “killing it” today

noticing violent languge is a start.

Love Love Love, Sally

 

 

THREE

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Sorry about the dirty fingernails,  (I’ve been gardening.)

I’ve come to a new understanding of the trinity.

It’s  basically where we are  headed as we develop as humans.

Where form ( the daughter)  and  the formless ( the Mother)

relate with the vast love between them ( holy spirit.)

God is a feminine verb, three relationships in  constant motion

A mystery not to be understood

A process,

from atoms to ecosystems to families to galaxies

A circle dance

an outpouring and a receiving of three equal partners

each repeating the self emptying act of love to the next, 1 2 3

Our dualistic ego won’t approve

but just look how well that system is working.

The Course in Miracles says

“Would you rather be right or happy”

I choose the unitive state of 3 please.

 

 

Inspiration, page 157 from Immortal Diamond by Richard Rohr

 

 

 

 

 

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