My friend held her hands out far
demonstrating the masculine principal known as Shiva
That which holds, that which offers divine space for the feminine,
allowing wild Ms Shakti to explode if she wants to
He just holds the space for her, no worries.
Like warm apples in a pot
ready to be made into pie!
Getting our toes wet
dipping into that salty sea of old age
wet with worries, not unfounded
Peter Pan and Captain Hook ( that’s me)
and a crocodile with a ticking clock inside.
My mate keeps to his work
but the truth be told, everything takes three times longer.
Perhaps it’s time to go deeper into the sea
where the water, thick with salt
lets us float for free
like turtles, old with time
and free.
John and I have been going at it
I’ve been introducing what could be called a a homeopathic dose
a suggestion really…
That we turn our sights toward our older years
( we are in our 70’s)
mutually gazing into the pasture of our later years
(Really not John and I at all)
So I’m not surprised when my innocent suggestion quickly becomes-
A fight to the death.
But there is good medicine in bringing up difficult topics
They do lose some of there sting, their bite.
It was the wedding of the century
and I was there.
Terry and Michele both live at Mesa Vista
the nursing home where my sister lived.
Michele always knew where Anne was.
She is the gatekeeper at the vortex
a cosmic human,
surviving a near fatal motorcycle accident in her 30’s
Some of us get whittled
into something akin to pure light.
I have stayed in touch with Michele
and when I visited her I met Terry.
They’d met when Michele was 17
and as Terry’s said
” She was with her old man
and I had a lady” …..
only to meet again in their 50’s,
both worse for wear.
But their wedding was the true ritual…
Odd angels, both of them.
(The groom so nervous I thought he might faint.)
Their willingness tangible
in a way that most of us have little access to.
As we hummed amazing grace
they walked back towards
I heard Michele say, over and over again,
I love Terry,
I love Terry,
I love Terry.
Jan would be the first to leave the wedding.
Her health has been poor and it was a cold night.
But when she stood, cane in hand
a line began to form…….
Her family seeking to say goodnight
or something, touching in for a moment
of being close….
Wildly radiant as she met each one
with something akin to fire…..
I saw all of this!
When it was Henry’s turn, art student at Pratt
Jan extended her hand
with such a glimmer and glint in her eye
A pirate gazing into the future.
Next the sparkling bride and her groom
hugs and kisses….
granddaughters, daughters, her son, two nieces
a brother, his wife and Willow and I
holding the gate by her side.
The night had gotten long and over
and a mist had settled on the sea.
At last she turned to me and said
“Oh, You I’m not saying goodbye to”
tears in my eyes “Me neither”
Events have conspired
A long held door is open
It’s time for me to exit the Matrix.
The enculturated conditioning,
is now illumined
“Step through” the unknown whispers……
Joseph Campbell says this…
“Our demons are our own limitations
which shut us off from knowing
the ubiquity of the spirit.
The consciousness is enlarged
and more spirit is encompassed.”
“My definition of a devil
is a god
who has not yet been recognized.
It’s time for Push Back
Bring it…..
This is my dear friend.
We are very fond of each other
and I don’t think it’s just because I feed her.
Today’s breakfast was a pesto over old beans
with carrot tops, a tasteless peach and part of an apple.
A fair meal for a friend,
Pig, pure pleasure to know you
there it is!
“Before my body formed in the womb
the pattern of my being existed as electrical elements”
Trees too- the wonder of it.
My neighbor, Daniel’s wisdom
grinning at me from under his straw hat…..
one day he got picked up by an envoy ( ET)
and when he asked why him?
A voice said ” You can’t get here unless you are empty”
My life is not dull….
It’s Electrical 😎
When I woke up sputtering for air….
(Apnea is so weird,)
I decided to make tea
to sip it under the stars.
mid- August, Perseid meteors above.
Our young guest’s light was on,
he was sneezing, pointing to the cat.
Making him a hot chocolate
we went out into the night…
Sitting on the bridge the two of us
a granny and a boy
with a clear view of the night sky.
Faces turned toward the Milky Way
Saying things like…..
“Did you see that one?
or “Oh how quick”
Ahhhhhhhhhh, eeeeeeeeeee,
filling up on stars,
filling up on wonder!
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,
unsettling you.
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
