My brother has covid
He’s ok, I just talked with him.
He’s taking some drug
that tastes like metal
( Is this a good Idea?)
My friend, (under maximum surveillance)
With advanced dementia
Is turning 80 in June.
(He has said he didn’t want to live past 80)
His sister, Lois
Has sent out a plea,
Asking his friends
To psychically let him know
That it’s ok to go on.
First light finds me walking
Around the ponds…..
( Water is so helpful)
A morning dove, a rabbit …
five goslings making their way to the shore.
But it’s the illuminous osprey
Diving into the cold water
That becomes my wish for Gary
That kind of freedom, that kind of air
A victory, a flight, a fish.
( I’ll meet you there)
Seeds planted in the winter
Reach toward the light.
Seeds inspire, so tiny and full of might
Torn between my anger ( at our Supreme Court Judges)
(I’m completely rattled by this news)
And my broader view
Of the necessity for things to get worse before they get better.
Knowing too, that I need to calm my racing heart
And extend a lily to the person next to me
No matter what their view point is.
And if I can’t do this then I have no peace
No power either.
We women shoulder the great burden
Of consciousness at this time.
Large times- Wild women Wise.
This song goes out to you
“I woke up this morning
to a garbage truck
Looks like this horseshoe’s
Run out of luck
If I came home
Would you let me in?
Fry me a porkchop
And forgive my sin?
“Surround me with your endless love
Confound me with your endless love
I was drowning in the sea
Lost as I could be
When you found me
With your boundless love!”
John Prine, songwriter
My sister Jan, heart writer!
I looked up my mom’s Gene Keys
born, April 13, 1918
The “key” to her health
was to sit quietly and meditate
which she did daily
in her chair
reading well worn words of inspiration.
Brightening her aura
by dipping into the mystery of life.
While, I her daughter
am made well
by putting on a headband
and leading a revolution
(at least an internal one).
A free gene key profile is available on line
interesting and helpful
Purpose and Life work and Health
so different for each of us
The keys aid understanding
(which is my life purpose, gene key4)
The only dying I must do this week
is to the complaints of my little self…
We humans are reactive
Light and dark are a weave….
intolerance and forgiveness
I take my stand
holding it all in my open hands
There are holes in the cup
The past with all her drama is a dream
All debts are forgiven!
Three of my sister’s granddaughter’s
choose jewelry from the box.
My mother’s gold watch for a small wrist
a bracelet from the Pow Wow
given to me by Sandra One Feather.
And when they were leaving
they gave me a magnet for the refrigerator
( somehow they’d figured out who I am)
It says “Yay Feminists”
They are in their early twenty’s
and don’t have any of the issues
my generation of women
had to work through.
I dreamt of Athena
and the spirit of fiery Aries
incarnated in them.
” You could be President” I said…
(such a old lady thing to say)
Great Aunt Sally
How’s that for a title?
and her mother,
Persephone chooses the job
of orienting the dead…..
Offering pomegranate seeds….
Waving them on their way
Shafts of wheat.
She Was Not Abducted,
which makes the story completely different!
What we choose, we can do
even hard stuff.
“Look to the sky
Look to the earth
Rain and conceive”
Reunion with the Mother.
Above and below.
Old woman, Baubo
tells a dirty joke
with a giggle- it’s spring.
Persephone returns again
Dirt on her third eye
Satisfaction in her heart!
the planet of freedom, sovereignty
and authentic expression,
Motivating us to free ourselves of attachments
to anything holding us back.
anything not vibrating at the resonance of truth.
is in Taurus, Venus’s home temple
Shaking up the foundations
we have built our lives upon.
of fear based attachments
to safety, security and certainty.
Releasing how relate to our feminine.
Allowing a more radical
Activating the wild genius of our bodies.
The more embodied we are
the father we can take a timeline jump.
Leaping together into the great unknown…
Come on , it will be fun!
And thank you Jamie for your insights!
Spring Coyote, trotting sideways
looking over her shoulder
not trusting this human,
it’s how she’s stayed alive.
We women have done the same thing
But we can no longer afford
our identification with what has been,
it is too heavy
and we need to fly
on our broomsticks.
Fully engaged feminine power
can no longer endure a shame based reality.
The earth, her ecology
her peoples and her animals,
Require us- empowered women,
not held in a dark dream of what was.
The price is too high for indulgence.
Reconciliation with ourselves is necessary
No more self judgement, Ladies
Be tender with your sweet self,
It’s really important!
Mason bees are solo females,
effective pollinators who
seal themselves in with mud,
regenerating through dormancy.
( I can relate- longest winter ever!)
But you can feel the wisdom of it
the tenacity of gathering mud
creating your hermit space in time.
The bees filled in almost every circle
It didn’t happen the whole first year
or maybe even the second.
I’d kind of given up
So it was an unexpected joy this March
to see the holes filled,
I highly recommend it
and it’s a leg up for our pollinators.
( mason bee houses under twenty dollars- on line)