In the evening the cold air from the mountains
Swoops underneath the hot air of summer
I too am Katabatic
As I expand – into what is expanding in me
Pushing out
The tightly held old ways of being…..
What no longer serves.
Each dark night ( of the soul)
Removes one more chunk of the gunk
This weeks self portrait is only a temporary reflection,
Things are really moving.
Love’s got us – a strong wind in our hair
And on the water.
Watching the wren bring food to her babies
And listening to their tiny happy cheers
“Yeah a bug from mom”
My tuning forks healer ( lucky me)
Said “You have to feel it to heal it-
Those deep layers and it’s uncomfortable”
So much was buried until later-
” Well- later is now.”
The system wants balance as it wobbles….
Lightning strikes and pounds the sky.
Not mind- centic ( what I usually rely on)
It is the nature of nature itself
That can be trusted.
Bare feet on the ground.
Love Sally
Snake Medicine – the yin/yang of a marriage
It’s gifts and it’s “Oh My God are you kidding me?”
Last year on our anniversery John was bitten by a snake
A real show stopper…
But it was the return to being a dedicated partner that I needed.
In times of crisis –
It’s easy to set down ones burden basket
Being with the WHAT IS is such a relief.
The presence is a present.
We were married in a year of the snake
She is our quide- shed that old skin and begin again
But each year grow wiser- if you dare.
No wonder I am such a bad ass
According to my astologer …
My past life as an overly contained nun
Is now busting out at the seams…
With the same devotional quality- gone rogue.
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I am making a visual rosary
“Hail Mary Full of Grace”
(I took out sinners and Jesus too)
And people have asked me if I am catholic
And I haven’t understood
How this prayer found me… but it fits
In it’s the devotion to the feminine journey
Birth and death and return to birth.
I have done 54 blue and white drawings of her
As in 54 rosary beads…
Like clean laundry – drying in the sun.
Images of the Divine- She
Ours alone to claim or let go.
No rules, dogma or words…
Only HER.
I hosted an art show without enough boundaries
And today I have the same feeling as little Sal-
Pounded by the waves in Lake Erie- unable to get out.
I thought that was the end of me….
They had left me with my Grandfather ( worst choice ever)
He was oblivious to the grave danger – my near death.
Now the traumas are so subtle you have to dig in
To make them real.. to Recognize them.
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Jay, who does poetry readings understood what had happened
The vulnerablity and subsequent abondonment of the self,
Primitive survival triggered, talking too much- without breathing or water.
Jay said ” Well, when you get hurt – You know you are alive”
All you need is one person who gets it.
Every year on this day- in Les Saintes Maries de la Mer
This lovely being is taken into the sea
Carried on the shoulders of Roma men
Devoted to her energy here on earth….
Her strength renewed by the sea
And people who are present to this celebration
Are in awe of the love- of the devotion for
She who is the servant- the humble one
(The still hidden daugther of mm and Jesus.)
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When I was little I heard about the second coming
And in the solitude of my room
I knew- that I was that
The secrets that children hold in their hearts
Of their spiritual greatness
In a world that tamps down greatness- right and left
There is a fierce requirement now- that we claim what we are
And let it shine, wet from the sea.
She has come back from the underworld
We do make these journeys
When Lucien got sick -she entered the belly of the whale…
The whole family had to find breath in the unknown..
Crazy intense these experiences but now
Lucien is working on a horse ranch in Wyoming
And Willow is lifting weights and eating breakfast-oh
How do I love thee- let me count the ways.
We can trust in life and where it takes us
I marvel and bow to the forces that see us through.
Thank you.
“Over in the meadow by the old bee hive
Lived an old mother fox
And her little foxes five”
We have five kits growing up here
Leaping and running with a jump
While the mother fox sits watching us…..but
Mr Banks is under surveillance- now
After he took off after fox
Full speed down the driveway- I followed
Even running up a hill across the road
Thankfully when he stopped and fox sat
With such motherly understanding-
One mother to another
I thanked her for her kindness- her patience.
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My friends’s macho cat-
Who knew himself to be the biggest cat in town
Didn’t run from the mountain lion that ate him
He met his fate – it was his choice.
( captured was on a nature cam)
Mothering is a fierce activity- containing the whole of life and death
A kiss on both cheeks.
“May the coming year
bring answers to all the mysteries
that the unicorn possesses’
A birthday wish and image from a friend.
How did she know
That my shadow is that of the unicorn?
Long horn of such plenty
Prancing with a royal flair.
Knowing too when to rest-
Head back….
In the cool shade of the forest
Her earthly lap.
her soup pot 