Imagine yourself standing on a beach
near the waterline
as you gaze out over the ocean.
The wet sand is so solid
that your feet leave only the faintest of imprints…
You step forward
to stand just within reach of the leading edge of the waves.
As each wave curls around your ankles
and then rushes out again
notice that it sucks the sand out from under your feet,
You are forced to take a new stance, again and again.
This is something like the relationship
between the ego
and the larger divine perspective
that both attracts and undermines.
Can we be “undermined” sufficiently to allow a true transcending?
“Oh but how we resist”
A sharing from one of my all time favorite books,
Uniting Sex, Self and Spirit by Genia Pauli Haddon
I am making an apple pie
and for my big bumbling country
made up of individuals wrestling with the same demons.
Remember how Jimmy Carter got busted for having lustful thoughts
Well, I’m busted too, my thoughts are often not great,
a form of shadow boxing that I think is real
Lustful would be way better👩🦳
We are not going to get anywhere
unless we realize that we are bonified crazy here,
that life is a wild and free- not knowable – experience
that is not identifiable by what we say it is.
One of women I knew in the mountains
named her son Freedom.
Apple pie for All!🥧
A puff of air, as we sailors call it
rippled the surface of the lake this morning.
My sister has had a touch and go year.
She’s hoping to be getting off
of a mean medicine this month
that has kept her energy low.
I painted the two of us sailing our boats, side by side
Free in the wind with her hand on the tiller.
The painting is a shamanic healing,
going into the void and choosing a high vibe,
pulling us back into what we love,
as our sails fill with a puff of air!
In the new consciousness
I may try to trick you
into believing the myth of my un-reality
for the thousandth time
But knowing you
you will see my shimmering edges….
the shared knowledge
that I’m really awesome and free.
“You are the River and I am the Shore”
Summer Solstice painting 2021
“Cause you are the river
and I am the shore.
And it goes on and on
watching the river run
further and further
from things that we’ve done,
leaving them one by one”
finally understands that Water…
Is water ,
The sheer joy of communication with another human being!
I think that many of us are posed for the same kind of breakthrough
On this eve of the summer solstice.
Just don’t try to be funny in an e mail,
Humor requires a face, a wink and a smile.
Our newly adopted cat
was an inside cat from Texas
but he will tentatively go outside
if I am there with him!
Last night he sat on the low step
observing the geese walk across the grass
The sheer joy of Water!
Happy Solstice 2021
Having been lulled by the river
I rock in a constancy,
the heart rhythm, ancient.
I grow horns, smooth and sharp.
Being on the Yampa River again and again
I am tuned to the deepest pattern, the Nous
The presence of all,
the body permeable.
The mind empty
the community not mine but all.
There and now,
see through me – you can.
My lost shirt is the forest or the water
I’m already a ghost,
spirit bound as much as flesh.
I am the canyon wall, the water moving,
bird and bush.
Just call me Big Horn Sal!
Tomorrow is the official start of the Sixth Sun
after thousands of years of the Toltec Fifth Sun
My guess is that we are in for a higher frequency
and more fun.
This will be an adjustment…..
sometimes when I look at my hand
it’s curled into a fist,
like I’m ready to fight….
for the rights of women, stolen and borrowed.
But on this eve of a new sun
I’m investigating what is truer then conflict,
and I suspect it’s some wild intergradation
of the fractious parts in myself.
The eye of the heart blinks open
and stays open.
Hold onto your hat!
As the song from Camelot goes
“It’s the Lusty month of May”
When everything goes Astray …..
It’s time to do a Wicked thing or two”
as we dance with our skirts flying.
I loved musicals as a kid….
and I love presents.
It’s almost my birthday
and Willow told me….
“Oh your love language is Presents”
Come May my Mom would say….
“Let’s go buy you something new for you to wear”
So, in this spirit, I went to a fancy 2d hand shop
to purchase many happy new clothes
a spirit gift from my mom
lounging in love language
dandelions in my hair.
How many times has Jean Pierre
hooked and brought to the surface
a glimpse of the divine
in her form as a Fish.
Shouting, “Nowma Come Quick”
and me running upstream on old legs
to witness the miracle,
of a Rainbow or a Brown
alive and wise in the ways of water.
But today after the spill
their influence in our lives
is a hollow echo.
Their brightness, their intelligence,
and the dreams we share
The river is devoid of fish,
all dead from the gasoline in the water.
A tanker took a full load too fast on a curve
and now I stand with Jean Pierre
and feel a loss that is planetary.
Can we breath
if the fish can’t…
as they leapt toward land
anything to escape the poison.
Sweet cousins of the water,
we miss you with all our hearts.
I’m so sorry.
I haven’t been sleeping well
and John suggested that before I go to sleep
I celebrate today’s catch……
what was gathered throughout the day
this vignette, who I fed or spoke with
what was said
created, dug or planted.
To spend some time sorting through
admiring this and tossing that.
I’ve been unconscious of my negative stance
So last night I sipped tea in the dark
and treasured the shiny brightness
of my efforts to be a human
who loves well enough!