It’s a conveyance of meaning

As I read the language of the bare branches.

The two touching to make an arch

That eagle sits beneath in the mist …

Can we too arch toward the wayward other

Not easy in early January

When fear want it’s way with us.

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My mother told me to guard my thoughts

A big concept for a child to understand

But I can feel those two tall sentinels

Left and Right that I imagined then and made real.

I have new awarenesses now about my inner helpers

People on the other side, the Sage in the I Ching-

The Loving energy that finds me in the mist.

But mostly it’s that I dig who I am

And that is the short cut to all manner of difficulties.

Like elk droppings – aren’t we all being composted?

Thrown out on the ground like rough jewels

That will assist the next generation….

But only if we honor deeply

That jeweled star that we invisibly are

Activating our particular fractal

So that the nutrients get into the eco system.

Feeding life- effortlessly

A dream come true.

There were a couple of bible stories that made an impression

On me when I was little

All they started with a betrayal

From which one is rescued, essentially by God.

In the tale of the coat of many colors

The father gave the coat to his favored son

Causing such jealosy that his older brothers

Threw him into a well and left him there.

Which began the adventure that was to be his life.

( often it’s-betrayal that begins a real advancement )

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Which leads me to my fathers coat

Which I have had for the twenty years since his death.

But it’s just this year that I have taken to wearing it.

My friend, in her psychic reading

Saw my dad and his protective love….

His coat of many colors

Like a rainbow I feel his presence,

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It’s kind of that phrase- “Wait for it”

Relationships clear in life or beyond it.

Veronica is 85 when her soul delivers a clue

Into her empty life- it whispers Penguins

And hense her transformation begins

But only because she follows it.

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And my favorite movie of all time

Is Where did you Go Bernadette

(with Kate Blanchet)

Her life is falling apart

When her friend delivers this line

“If you are not making your art

Then you are a Menace.”

Again, there is something offered and she takes it…

And the scene of her floating in a small kayak

In the northern waters with iceburgs,

Is so perfect – it is to weep.

It is the starting points in our lives that is pure magic.

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And my final pick

Is the podcast Voices in the River

The most recent episode, The Long Solstice,

Offering a way to enter into Wintering…

But it’s the womens voices that is the gift

Sexy in that their voice belongs to them

Softening the cold that has seeped in.

My sister Jan is a Kahuna

Who was captured by a Bluebeard.

But she has remained staunchly at the helm

Of her much battered boat, all these years.

She and Dad are similar souls which we are all feeling as

She is now moving from her house

After having dug in her heels

For as long as humanly possible.

But my dads last boat is under the house-

Where it has been looking after her,

And like a ghost of Christmas past

A wild spirit is stirring- my Father

Who didn’t defend Jan well enough in life but

Has been entergetically taking care of her all these years

I hope she can feel his fierce love going with her.

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The boat is being picked up on the Solstice

(my parents got married on the Solstice in 1938.)

A friend of the family is coming to get the boat

Out from under the house ( so symbolic)

With his twelve year old son, whos boat it will be.

Funny how the boy completes the circle because

My dad started at the age of twelve

The making boats from wood that washed up from Lake Erie

His first boat was black and

He named it Inky Racer.

John quotes Eckhart Tolle,

“It’s not about accomplishing the goal

It’s about this day and being in it.”

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Lucien has been here this week

And we had such a good time

He is a new person ( aren’t we all?)

Having been batted about by the elements

The whole family has been weathered

Illness is an unwished for journey of discovery.

Lucien is faithful and bright and better

We may never have a diagnosis.

Our minds are weary from endlessly seeking to know

But eventually the stubborn self

Turns inward and goes cosmic…..

Appreciating this day and beautiful people in it.

Thank you dear reader for our connection- xo Sally

I threw the I Ching

And the oracle did not disappoint.

She said to place my worries and fears

Into the hands of the Unknown.

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LIne 5 in hexagram 32- Duration

” We are wondering if it is necessary for people

To go through the risks of learning by experience

We wonder if it can be correct to stand by

While others place themselves

In what we precieve as jeopardy

THE ANSWER IS “YES”

If we are to attain self mastery

We must slay the dragon of fear within ourselves.

If people are never exposed to risk

They are hampered in finding themselves”

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“Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil for thou art with me”

How else does the God of our experience find us

Without extreme exposure to the elements

The raw walk of a human life?

Am I here

In the early falling snow?

Having wandered into the nether- world

The woods – vague and distant.

Me too… so out there that

It feels like a lot to pull myself back into form….

The amorphic self is whispering “why bother”?

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My dad was famous for his one liners….

“When it takes half the day to put your pants on

And half the day to take them off

It’s time for the deep six.”

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We practice the there and the here

So when we go

It feels like home.

Holding the warm tea cup

The dog walks on the dry leaves

The river is a constant

My senses are open

As We welcome in a ritual day

Eight or so women will be arriving

To jointly put paint onto a log

And chant to the earth and community.

And we will send this unified field out into the day

As the Stag bows his head in our direction.

Sedna surrendered into the sea

And became the goddess of the deep

After having being tossed out of the boat

( by her father)

Who further dissuaded her from clinging

By cutting off her fingers

Which sunk into the ocean to become

The seals and the whales.

We too have been tossed

( not for the first time)

From the sinking/ stinking Patriachy – so addeled

It won’t hold anyone much longer.

But this time is hard to witness

I’d perfer a more mellow transition

But I guess all the gnarly distruction must be seen

Before it can be transfomed into the dove.

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There are great and beautiful powers on the earth

And the seal knows to sun itself upon the rock.

Big love Soul Sisters and Brothers.