The birthing / slaying feminine face of God

reminds us to breath into the “what is”

Relaxing against her ample breast

Whispering,I love you too.

The moment just presented itself

And she took it.

A woman who is ready to make a decisive move

Can stir the sea with a single hair.

It’s Lady Godiva Day!

Joseph Campbell reflected that Jesus’ last week of life was a metaphor

that we can apply to what occurs in our own lives.

Are we riding victorious into the city, are we partying with friends,

Are we being betrayed and then crucified?

Or are we entering a new life, having come through the ordeal?

But the best metaphor of all

Is in those moments we are being nailed, inwardly or outwardly

Up on the cross, can we also hold love fully like he did?

Making a new universe,

One in which we always win.

Old habits are demons of the fiercest sort,

Tugging, whining, whispering of past associations

Links to what is actually over.

If I don’t reinvest,

The pain diminishes quickly

And  we are integrated once again

The dark and the light of me.

This is true confidence.

There are millions of cottonwood starts on the banks of the post flood St. Vrain River in Lyons

As far as the eye can see

more numerous then sperm,

John, who has never been a gardener, has taken them into his heart

Telling me to be careful where I step.

May first is The Beltane, it’s the season of sexual play

So skip to my loo my darling!

It’s my mother’s 97th birthday

Lucky Me

I have paid full attention to knowing her

I have not missed this supreme opportunity.

Lucky Me

And now at this late date she is my love guru

with a steady call to join her  in the simplicity of  pure love.

Ram Dass says ” We are all just walking each other home”

When it’s our turn to reenter the great mystery it is said in Tibetan tradition

That we move from earth to water, then from water to fire

Only to be picked up by the wind and  sent off as sparks in the night air.

I stand a witness to this divine process

And  I’m so incredibly thankful for my mother that I love with all my heart,

Who is teaching me the way,

Betty White, Lucky Me.

In her apron she holds all three, youth, motherhood and old age.

Not separately but as one.

Persephone, the maiden has chosen to do pro bono work in hell

Initiating the grateful  dead,

Pomegranate juice dribbling down her chin.

There was no man involved, no abduction took place

She simply saw an underworld opportunity

And although her mother was reluctant,

The earth mother did understand her need for purposeful work.

Happy spring Equinox, People of our dear Planet.

Steer clear of duality and let  the triple goddess  be  a reminder

that things are not the way they seem.

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Buddhist teachers  often suggest to be with the moment

Neutral to the good and the bad, not clinging!

 

On the day that Jesus left the tomb

His lover, Mary M was bereft

His body was gone

And her careful attentions to it were on longer required.

The tomb was empty

In her sorrow she couldn’t see him until he spoke to her

Instinctively she rushed towards him but he stopped her in her tracks,saying

“Do not Cling”

When I first met my husband of forty two years

He quieted my restless heart

With these lyrics  from  a Rolling Stones song,

“You can’t always get what you want,

You can’t always get what you want,

But if you try sometime

You might find you get want you need!

Higher truth has a ring and a sting to it, rock on.

Happy International Women’s Day, March 8th

to all of you groovy sisters and brothers.

I love people who volunteer for unpleasant tasks,

As C.B. writes in The Wisdom Jesus,

Jesus descended

Offering a sip of love’s nectar

To those lost in the hell realm.

And why not? If you have infinite love

You won’t get burned!

Happy Chinese New Year,  Beloved Sheep!

I am an old woman, crone

I am a young woman, maiden

I am a mother full of milk

You are She

The Imbolic is the maiden

Lammas, the mother, Samhain is the crone

You are She

The Symbol of the feminine has  three faces

Non-dual, You are She.

Imbolic is Feb 2, half way between the solstice and the equinox

Time of the ewes milk. You are She.