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.

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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

“Boundless Love”

“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

in Kentucky.

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

(especially me)

Light and dark are a weave….

intolerance and forgiveness

Divinely Human

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,

Demeter.

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.

Rituals help.

“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,

Uranus.

Motivating us to free ourselves of attachments

to anything holding us back.

Old habits,

anything not vibrating at the resonance of truth.

Uranus

is in Taurus, Venus’s home temple

2019- 2026

Shaking up the foundations

we have built our lives upon.

Breaking free

of fear based attachments

to safety, security and certainty.

Releasing how relate to our feminine.

Allowing a more radical

authentic expression.

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 past,

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,

bees within.

I highly recommend it

and it’s a leg up for our pollinators.

( mason bee houses under twenty dollars- on line)