Lucien spent the week here,

Changing the timing belt in his new truck.

You tube is a big help

But it was Josh over at West Main Auto…

Who lite himself a cigarette before advising

“You’ve got to use the power of the engine

To loosen that bolt

But just the smallest nudge”

A truely bold move but it worked!

Lots of metaphors in this tale…..

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And can I just say how truly blessed I am

To have Lucien in my life.

He’s 20 and I am on the cusp of 75

And we are an easy pair.

Pilgrim Sal- at a musuem in France,

Noticing just now- the shadow of a jar at my feet.

A jar that belongs to Mary Magdalene

( the woman with the alabaster jar)

Mary M- the one who is potently missing

As a direct conduit to that which we are.

Women in partnership- the wife- the lover- lost

But I have journeyed in her name

And She is here.

“Settle down little teapot” the creative is a maelstrom.

I thought I was doing one thing when

They came in to make tea. (I’m like Wendy of Neverland)

Artists with big energy- leaving cups unwashed

And Daniel handing me his phone

An image of his lastest piece- tall sentinals-very

Stern- who guard the feminine.

He’s on a roll now- riffing

About how the men don’t know what to do

Because its up to the women to open the portals.

But having been squashed for centuries- isn’t

It an interesting plot twist that now when

Everything hangs on a tread, it’s up to women

To open the Portal, weaving the new world-thereby

Activating the masculine- to protect

What is opening, the birth – the offspring.

As I said, creativity is a maelstrom

Jumping in you could get wet.

We have a pair of geese

Maybe they will nest on the banks of the river.

But on this first wet morning

They are taking turns eating

The newly green grass.

While one eats the other looks out.

And I know personally

Of this tender exchange of duty…

Having an older mate

I am so much more aware

Of what might befall him.

But is this sense of peril…healthy?

My animal self won’t listen to reason

It’s determined to protect what it loves

Come what may.

The bride of 52 years

Told her truth

Which is how connection really happens- isn’t it?

I have a historic tendency to withhold content

And then a part of the puzzel of partnership is missing.

The not- sharing isn’t generous

Like I think it is.

It’s got a righteousness to it.

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The archetype of the Bride

Means this to me today…..

She is a woman who is one in herself

Who can witness her resistance

To crossing the bridge to the other

But who will do so- anyway.

She choose her bridegroom…and

A sacred union was formed between the two.

And as she waited in the garden for him

Not confused when the quiet unicorn

Was her mate.

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In my studio I am making a unicorn

Cardboard and Cloth-

Shiny White

Touching the divine masculine

As the holy maiden- ME.

A friend of mine once asked

“Do you eat cake everyday?”

And I smiled and said “yes.”

I am someone who requires sweetness

In people and on my plate

Or with a cup of tea….

But aging, it seems, is asking for a change of habit

I showed up with high Cholesterol

And baked goods is on the list.

To live well is a call to reform

Making adjustments.

Not sure how this one will go,

Luckily I find it sweet to write to you…..

So take this as a warning……

You may get a blog post everyday.

I did not go to Dialogue today- I feared that

I would have reacted to the trauma in others-

As my own “upset” was kicking up dust.

Time to stay home with the dog at my feet….

And allow the pain to be felt,

Just resting in the experience

Not running off into busyness

I have thought of the ghost dancers

Turning toward, dance, song and spirit.

Now it’s my turn to call upon ghosts

Stomping my feet – finding center

My place on the earth.

Unable to sleep ( the people are shocked and in awe of the terrible)

I reach for an illustrated copy of the I Ching-lovely

As I sit by the fire- reading, sipping Tension Tamer Tea

My mother’s favorite.

Turning to the last Hexagram #64-“Before the End”

“Which can be compared to a lengthy trek

Over a high mountain”

This treacherous mountain of the now

with it’s unknown descent on the other side.

The I ching does have recommedations…

“You must prepare yourself

With wariness and reserve

The coming situation will be strange

To you in every way

Unlike any that you have experienced.

In the near future,

You will not be able to draw

Upon the wealth of your acquired experience,

For in many ways the time will be

Nothing short of a rebirth.”

Creative power forever and ever ( first Hexagram)

Happy Valentines Day- Best Beloveds!

I found myself wanting more of

Someone whose plate was just too full

That they could not “manage “one more thing-

Me.

Perhaps a common occurrence these days

When everyone is traumatized.

Between bites of food – hard to digest

Is there space for true connection?

Lonely _ I returned to the Self

Holding my intrinsic value

Walking in the sun of this winter day

Wearing a hat of many colors

Having kissed each of my small hurts.