Eyeeeeeee, Ya Ha,    look at this being, the BEAR,

kind of wonderful (and terrible)

to see a face that so represents  my own inner most vulnerability.

Ultra sound photos of the not yet born

or the bear at night or me,

Freshly hatched back into the world, with not enough layers,

Back from 21 days in the Grand Canyon, bouncing on her river

where the Big Kahuna rules with kindness

Every moment.

I naturally submit to that which is greater

As John says, on bent knee.

There was a glorious pile of fruit filled bear poop

Near our front door this morning

It stirs the imagination, whispering, “Bear”

Now if you will bear with me, while I reach for a metaphor.

My calling card may not always be pretty either,

But the connection between us, as creatures, is surely welcome

and fruitful.

 

Imagine my surprise when I realized that the tune I’ve been singing over and over again

was  not  for some “other” “out there”  but meant for me, like a secret code,

I’ve been  singing these phrases,  making the best kind of promises.

 

“I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could of come this far

I took the good times. I’ll take the bad times

I take you  just the way you are”

 

“I said I love you and that’s forever

And this I promise from the heart

I could not love you any better,

I love you just the way you are!”

 

Billie Joel’s lyrics  and  painting of yellow bird, Sarah Kinn

On my last hike of the summer, I  saw a chipmunk

Stand tall, looking out upon her domain

Her solidary strength spoke to me

Especially because  I was due, the following day,

for a minor surgery on both of my legs,

I admired her stance, captain of the earthship.

 

Post surgery, there is a sadness that comes with vulnerability,

A low, my deep feeling can find me, since I’m on the couch.

Reading, I am returned to the spiritual work of everyday,

I am the beloved of God   (when I connect in)

and from this stance, I can see  beloved you.

But only then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello dear people

HUNA HEALING

Take a deep breath and relax as best you can.

As you exhale say your name mentally.

As you exhale say,  ” I release you”  or “I forgive you.”

Do the whole process, breath and statements, three times.

 

Ho’oponopono   I Love you, I’m sorry, Please forgive me, thank you thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

So intimate  and vulnerable, my  tummy language

But I am your elder, the grandmother, I must take risks.

It’s  personal, Water and I are in love.

The miracle of two separate molecules combining,

Making a bran new thing,

Liquid magic

Elemental Wonder,

Spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Translucence skin, belly button with message.

 

 

 

 

                                                                                           by Joanna Macy  

We are often in grief.

With all that’s being inflicted on the natural world

and the social fabric of our lives together,

there’s fear too, anger as well.

These responses are natural and healthy.

If we disown them, we cripple our vitality and intelligence.

 

So we bow to them instead.

When pain for the world arises within you, recognize it and pause. Pause and breathe, as if making room for it, as if letting that pain flow through your heart. Realize that you are capable of suffering with your world. Suffering-with is the literal meaning of compassion. It is proof positive of our interconnectedness.

 

Simmer down little tea pot

It is only a phantom demon

Roasting you on a spit

Munching on your toes, perfect morsels.

Thus consumed we are pooped out a new.

Descending is not safe but I recommend it anyway.

 

 

 

She’s bored, waiting around receptively, tossing the golden ball

It falls into a deep well,  retrieved by a male frog

Who  wants as a reward to sleep upon her pillow

Not liking  the situation she finds herself in, she hurls him against a wall,

Freeing him, to be the youthful king, that he truly is.

His man, Henry,  who has suffered  from steel bands of grief around his chest

Is freed of his constriction also with this happy ending.

Here is the cosmic over view….The princess is  the receptive-yin feminine

Who then  uses the yang, assertive feminine to transform the phallic masculine back into his original form.  All  is made well including the liberation of the bound testicles, represented by Henry ( the man who rides behind the penis, King)

Bingo, all four gender forms are activated and free to influence each other for the health of the planet and it’s daring people.

 

 

How beautiful we are even as ashes we are lovely.

Anne and I completed this task today, she is the ashes and

I carried the basket and the shovel.

But who was it who burned a hole in the basket with the lite smug stick

and who was that masterful caterpillar wiggling  its way across her  field of white?