The way you can go isn’t the real way.

The name you can say isn’t the real name.

Heaven and earth begin in the unnamed:

(name’s the mother of the ten thousand things.)

So the unwanting soul sees what’s hidden,

and the ever-wanting soul sees only what it wants.

Mystery of all mysteries!

The door to the hidden.

There is no “other”

 

I count the winters like a Lakota,

An annual image of the year  2018

“Lucien sets the star and Jean Pierre hangs by his knees.

While Willow attempts to quiet their glee, “Shhhhhh”

 

Everything matters and everything is personal.

A Lakota grandmother would of sent us out the door for the day

With this instruction, ” Watch and take note of everything you see,

the animal that crosses your path or a bird,

“What direction did it fly”?

All is a communication to the Self, an inter-face between worlds.

Like that hawk you saw  sitting in the tree,

Pay attention, Little Lakota.  Messages abound!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hitting Bottom,

Midwifing

The self is a sneak  through a narrow gate.

Ignore the skull and cross bones

And enter the place where you’ve got no answers

You have no way to make things better,

You have come to an end.

You see that your mind is insane.

And this is the good news,

For now you might reach out and ask for a miracle

Not one that you make but one you finally know to ask for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trust me,

Your  first moment of connection to the sustaining love, to faith

That you do not control.

Then the request for the miracle that you do not create

 

 

 

 

 

Eyeeeeeee, Ya Ha,    look at this being, the BEAR,

kind of wonderful (and terrible)

to see a face that so represents  my own inner most vulnerability.

Ultra sound photos of the not yet born

or the bear at night or me,

Freshly hatched back into the world, with not enough layers,

Back from 21 days in the Grand Canyon, bouncing on her river

where the Big Kahuna rules with kindness

Every moment.

I naturally submit to that which is greater

As John says, on bent knee.

There was a glorious pile of fruit filled bear poop

Near our front door this morning

It stirs the imagination, whispering, “Bear”

Now if you will bear with me, while I reach for a metaphor.

My calling card may not always be pretty either,

But the connection between us, as creatures, is surely welcome

and fruitful.

 

Imagine my surprise when I realized that the tune I’ve been singing over and over again

was  not  for some “other” “out there”  but meant for me, like a secret code,

I’ve been  singing these phrases,  making the best kind of promises.

 

“I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could of come this far

I took the good times. I’ll take the bad times

I take you  just the way you are”

 

“I said I love you and that’s forever

And this I promise from the heart

I could not love you any better,

I love you just the way you are!”

 

Billie Joel’s lyrics  and  painting of yellow bird, Sarah Kinn

On my last hike of the summer, I  saw a chipmunk

Stand tall, looking out upon her domain

Her solidary strength spoke to me

Especially because  I was due, the following day,

for a minor surgery on both of my legs,

I admired her stance, captain of the earthship.

 

Post surgery, there is a sadness that comes with vulnerability,

A low, my deep feeling can find me, since I’m on the couch.

Reading, I am returned to the spiritual work of everyday,

I am the beloved of God   (when I connect in)

and from this stance, I can see  beloved you.

But only then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello dear people

HUNA HEALING

Take a deep breath and relax as best you can.

As you exhale say your name mentally.

As you exhale say,  ” I release you”  or “I forgive you.”

Do the whole process, breath and statements, three times.

 

Ho’oponopono   I Love you, I’m sorry, Please forgive me, thank you thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

So intimate  and vulnerable, my  tummy language

But I am your elder, the grandmother, I must take risks.

It’s  personal, Water and I are in love.

The miracle of two separate molecules combining,

Making a bran new thing,

Liquid magic

Elemental Wonder,

Spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Translucence skin, belly button with message.

 

 

 

 

                                                                                           by Joanna Macy  

We are often in grief.

With all that’s being inflicted on the natural world

and the social fabric of our lives together,

there’s fear too, anger as well.

These responses are natural and healthy.

If we disown them, we cripple our vitality and intelligence.

 

So we bow to them instead.

When pain for the world arises within you, recognize it and pause. Pause and breathe, as if making room for it, as if letting that pain flow through your heart. Realize that you are capable of suffering with your world. Suffering-with is the literal meaning of compassion. It is proof positive of our interconnectedness.