Alone with the Baby

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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.

 

 

 

 

Pentecostal Offering

Sally 70th birthday rhubarb

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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft Belly

walking in Ohio Woods. Priscilla (2)

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.

 

 

Cosmic Mother

black mandona (2) Priscilla wrote in her email,

“I was trying to find

the story that Robert Thurman tells

about how  every being has been your mother

and you have been the mother of all beings.

I like that image”.

 

And so I’m singing

“She’s got you and me sister in her hands

You and me brother in her hands

She’s have got the whole world in her hands!

Happy Mother’s day EVERYONE!

 

 

70th Birthday

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My 12 year old friend, who lives in Denmark

Made a portrait for me at 70

I like her  look of wonder with emphasizing  tongue

A  honey tummy turning mermaid

Such a versatile creature.

It’s a joy to swim these seas with all of you!

Love Sally

Earth I You It We

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My toes root in the steamy center

in red hot magma I listen,

to the birth moans of the mother

to the silence of a worm,  to the splash of the mighty whale.

I am earth.

 

I am her  echo,

A barnacle on her back, (our back.)

We are integral, earth and I.

A great sea of  blood binds us,

a  glowing orb in the universe

unceasingly conscious and evolving fast!

 

I touch our forehead to the soft ground.

I am an earthling. a part of her, not her child

but, as her, I  go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yellow is Healing for Mr.Banks

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Mr Banks has been laid low.

Gone is his skip and prance.

The vet prescribed muscle relaxers

and the animal communicator says that he

is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders

and that I should tell him” to just let it all go,

to just take care of himself for now

and that the color yellow would help him.

 

My mother believed that one should be “of good courage”

“Don’t whine, mope or cringe”  she’d say with humor

but still she meant it!

Talking today, with my sister, Jan

we agreed that too much positive is exhausting,

and  that keeping  our chins up can be tiring

It felt good to share  my worries and fears

As they had gotten bottled up and my stomach hurt.

 

Our mother had two young daughters to care for

while my father was gone for four years during WWII.

I think of her courage

and also her breaking points that surely she had.

 

When she was old and so was I,

I would  ask her

So mom, “tell me about your underbelly of the whale”

It was like oiling a rusty gate but out would come……

her feelings. What a joy for me to know her.

 

 

 

 

HI World

baby-turtle-egg

Except from” Girl Meets Class” by Karen Gillespie

 

My Aunt Cornelia gave  me a book on grief.

It spoke of the various stages a person

had to suffer through before they healed from a loss.

It was a roundabout journey.

You might think you’ve conquered denial

and graduated to anger,

only to find yourself shoved back into shock.

It seemed unfair,

like a game of sorry when someone landed

on your square

and made you start all over again.

 

Michael Brown calls this the “emotional salad”.

You can check out his  YouTube ,

Michael Brown, Processing emotions, Fear Anger and Grief.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Curious and Intimate

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” I call this bread” and breath deeply

Not, “This is bread!”  said with a swagger.

Can I be respectful of salty molecules,

their relativity, their fluidity?

Respectful of  the order caused

by not knowing even one thing , for sure.

 

The Hopi word tunatya,

the causal aspect of the cosmos,

viewing the world as events rather than things.

The fermenting activity toward fruition,

forever pressing upon the manifested

The action of hope, pressing forward.

The maturing of plants.

The forming of clouds, their condensation into rain.

The careful planning of the garden,

building shelter,

All human thought

hoping, striving, especially prayer.
The honoring of  process,

a becoming,

a happening

a physics.

Curious and intimate

Knowing the world as an action not as an object,

(a thing that I own and can name).

 
Sally King April 16, 2020

Poem inspired by linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf

and Charlene Spretnak, States of Grace. pg. 93

An Astronomer and a Poet

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RebeccaElson1987
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Til they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.
Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:
No outer space, just space,
The light of all the not yet stars
Drifting like a bright mist,
And all of us, and everything
Already there
But unconstrained by form.
And sometime it’s enough
To lie down here on earth
Beside our long ancestral bones:
To walk across the cobble fields
Of our discarded skulls,
Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis,
Thinking: whatever left these husks

Flew off on bright wings.

ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATH by Rebecca Elsen