When I see a rabbit
I say” Hi Anne”
It’s a gentle way to remember my gentle sister.
Recently my twelve year old grandson
who has the heart of a hunter
set out a bent branch to make a snare.
We didn’t think he would ever catch one.
Tonight I ate a bite of rabbit stew
Skillfully prepared by a boy that I respect,
literally eating the body of the beloved.
In a twelve step program,
people tell another person
important untold feelings
and then the miracle of grace is possible.
In Karen Van Vuuren’s documentary
Go In Peace, ( goinpeacefilm.org)
dying veterans with the assistance
of a willing listener are released from long held grief
There is something about being close to death
that allows the tight heart to open
and speak it’s unspeakable to another.
I would like to suggest to each of us at this time
to allow this level of healing now.
Grace awaits.
Pele holds the egg, womb within womb.
“Let there be peace on earth
Let this be my solemn vow
To take each moment
and live each moment in perfect harmony
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me”
My Grandmother’s hymn,
(I was a tiny egg inside my mother
when she was inside her mother)
I’m not “killing it” today
noticing violent languge is a start.
Love Love Love, Sally
Sorry about the dirty fingernails, (I’ve been gardening.)
I’ve come to a new understanding of the trinity.
It’s basically where we are headed as we develop as humans.
Where form ( the daughter) and the formless ( the Mother)
relate with the vast love between them ( holy spirit.)
God is a feminine verb, three relationships in constant motion
A mystery not to be understood
A process,
from atoms to ecosystems to families to galaxies
A circle dance
an outpouring and a receiving of three equal partners
each repeating the self emptying act of love to the next, 1 2 3
Our dualistic ego won’t approve
but just look how well that system is working.
The Course in Miracles says
“Would you rather be right or happy”
I choose the unitive state of 3 please.
Inspiration, page 157 from Immortal Diamond by Richard Rohr
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“Sometime you’ll have to be alone with the baby”
My mother told my sister after her two week stay.
And don’t we all know what this feels like right now?
We’ve been left with our arms full of a new life,
an unbidden motherhood,
mothering a floundering society
with it’s many questions
bewildered and scared.
The mother spirit is suited for impossible tasks
caring for another, for a society,
is an adventure, an investment
and a joy.
Wisdom teachers get so layered with perceptions
that it’s hard to redeem the wisdom they wanted us to have.
Twenty five years ago I was gifted with the answer to a life long question.
How are we all one?
The answer came in a vision (narrated by Ramana Maharshi)
“I found myself standing in a wealthy Arab man’s closet,
as he choose a pink shirt to wear.”
In this experience I was shown that choice doesn’t define us.
We are beyond what we choose,
and oddly, united
by the fact that while we are here
we must choose ( hundreds of choices in a day.)
This week is the ascension.
Jesus made four appearances during the 40 days after Easter.
Each visit was an assist to one or more of his students
Who needed a little bit love to get over their fear.
And when he left there was a circular vortex of love
that swept us off our feet, warm bodies all.
We may resist love but that doesn’t mean that it’s not there.
As Ramana said “Where would I go, I am here”
It’s enough to make you curious, isn’t it?
In the Buddhist text
the suffering we create
by seeking approval and other habits of living externally,
is to basically lose the benefit of this lifetime.
But like most of us
I don’t manage to successfully limit myself
due to a known bad outcome.
What is working for me
Is a practice known as “Welcoming.”
The first step is a recognition of the situation I’m in
Then I welcome it and the feelings I’m having,
noticing if my belly is soft.
Softness is key!
“Never do anything in a state of internal brace
In a state of physical tightness and resistance
You’ll discover, it’s never worth it”
A quote from The Wisdom Jesus by Cynthia Bourgeault
Art from Priscilla’s Cohan daily journal,
Ohio Woods is today’s entry.
