Getting Rolled

I hosted an art show without enough boundaries

And today I have the same feeling as little Sal-

Pounded by the waves in Lake Erie- unable to get out.

I thought that was the end of me….

They had left me with my Grandfather ( worst choice ever)

He was oblivious to the grave danger – my near death.

Now the traumas are so subtle you have to dig in

To make them real.. to Recognize them.

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Jay, who does poetry readings understood what had happened

The vulnerablity and subsequent abondonment of the self,

Primitive survival triggered, talking too much- without breathing or water.

Jay said ” Well, when you get hurt – You know you are alive”

All you need is one person who gets it.

Every year on this day- in Les Saintes Maries de la Mer

This lovely being is taken into the sea

Carried on the shoulders of Roma men

Devoted to her energy here on earth….

Her strength renewed by the sea

And people who are present to this celebration

Are in awe of the love- of the devotion for

She who is the servant- the humble one

(The still hidden daugther of mm and Jesus.)

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When I was little I heard about the second coming

And in the solitude of my room

I knew- that I was that

The secrets that children hold in their hearts

Of their spiritual greatness

In a world that tamps down greatness- right and left

There is a fierce requirement now- that we claim what we are

And let it shine, wet from the sea.

She has come back from the underworld

We do make these journeys

When Lucien got sick -she entered the belly of the whale…

The whole family had to find breath in the unknown..

Crazy intense these experiences but now

Lucien is working on a horse ranch in Wyoming

And Willow is lifting weights and eating breakfast-oh

How do I love thee- let me count the ways.

We can trust in life and where it takes us

I marvel and bow to the forces that see us through.

Thank you.

“Over in the meadow by the old bee hive

Lived an old mother fox

And her little foxes five”

We have five kits growing up here

Leaping and running with a jump

While the mother fox sits watching us…..but

Mr Banks is under surveillance- now

After he took off after fox

Full speed down the driveway- I followed

Even running up a hill across the road

Thankfully when he stopped and fox sat

With such motherly understanding-

One mother to another

I thanked her for her kindness- her patience.

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My friends’s macho cat-

Who knew himself to be the biggest cat in town

Didn’t run from the mountain lion that ate him

He met his fate – it was his choice.

( captured was on a nature cam)

Mothering is a fierce activity- containing the whole of life and death

A kiss on both cheeks.

“May the coming year

bring answers to all the mysteries

that the unicorn possesses’

A birthday wish and image from a friend.

How did she know

That my shadow is that of the unicorn?

Long horn of such plenty

Prancing with a royal flair.

Knowing too when to rest-

Head back….

In the cool shade of the forest

Her earthly lap.

Nature rejoices- and all the angels sing-ta la

It’s the wet eve of my birthday

And I said (with astonishment) to my oldest friend

“I made it Anne

All the way through the maze

Of all that was attempting to limit me”

Feeling graditude and wonder

For that which is within me that would not conform.

I was on a coffee high in the rain with my pal….

Two kids in Vermillion Ohio…

Now 75!

A devoted educator – discouarged by what she sees happening now

That which loves us unconditionally….

Sometimes takes form.

For early me ( age 3)

It was kindness itself in the form of a black panther

( in my closet )

And as I leaned into her soft black fur

I felt what I needed to know about this planet

Receiving the cosmic signature that would become my life.

Beyond the through it all

The soft blackness holds us in her hands- this spring day.

I am unseated by spring

Beltaine always rocks me

WIth it’s insistance on something like sex

It demands participation in the

Cacophony of all that lives

You can’t hold back-

When everything is insisting on existance.

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Maiden, Mother , Crone- the dance within each woman

Ever intertwined-

A braided wreath of roses

Singing la la la la la la la

We humans have this huge reach within us

The grubbist of low vibrations

And the most radiant of lovlies one can imagine

( Isn’t Jupiter amazing)

The physics of this is very cosmic

In that I get to pick.

(But only if the ego identiy is not activated)

The cosmic helpers can’t help

If my eyes are rivited as if in a trance

By that which is not me)

And isn’t this the work of everyday?

Take your shoes off if you encounter a sign

Something that can not be accounted for …

But then we might be barefoot all day

As spirit is busy giving us itself – constantly.

The lacey spider web halo- seen in the sun

The brush of the wind- a smile.

This April morning, a birthday for my mom

Who is amazed from her seat on the other side

By what I have gotten up to of late-

THere is so much to let go off –

Limiting ideas and concepts-

Waking up hurts-

Like poking out of an egg

And unfurling our wet wings.

But we do it anyway-because we can.