Monday, February 16, 2009
It's clear I'm at one of the MANY crossroads in my life of traversing the planet for almost 67 years. It's scary and confusing and difficult...and joyful and mysterious and exciting. So many things are in the balance, including my future in Ecuador. My dear friend and kindred spirit Annie is visiting and we are in dialogue about these "passages" in our lives. I recall my friend Patti in Kauai saying, "Just invite!" and I think that this *inviting* in a way stamps out the fear and opens my heart to welcome whatever comes.
An intrepid traveler, poet and mystic, Irishman John O'Donohue has expressed my heart's desire. I invite you to sit with this wisdom. May it herald the arrival of the NEW for us all!
It's All Love,
FOR A NEW BEGINNING
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
-- John O'Donohue
(To Bless the Space Between Us)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
It's all about priorities! And it's so easy for me to get "off track" in this world of constant distraction, distortion, delusion, delerium, daring, ad infinitum....
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
-– I Corinthians
Most of us find the death of another person or creature deeply unsettling, yet after a time we manage to submerge our feelings and carry on. For someone deeply sensitive to the transitory nature of life, however, an encounter with death can leave scars that last a lifetime. As a teenager Saint Augustine witnessed the untimely death of a bosom friend, and suddenly a trapdoor opened into deeper awareness. He was devastated. “I thought death suddenly capable of devouring all men, because he had taken this loved one.”
The word anxiety is a weak term for expressing this continuing uneasiness, this unsettled sense of being out of place and running out of time. Generally we can only ascribe it to external events, if we succeed in linking it to anything at all. But what is actually happening is that a wisp of memory is rising, whispering to us from deep within that nothing external in life is secure, nothing physical ever lasts.
No matter how hard we may try, in the long run none of us can escape the devastating fact of death. Yet an encounter with death, as in the case of Augustine, can leave us changed decidedly for the better. It can prompt us forward on the long search for something secure in life, something death cannot reach.
-- Eknath Easwaran
Friday, December 26, 2008
I can choose DELIGHT!
I see or hear
that more or less
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
It was what I was born for –-
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world --
to instruct myself
over and over
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab.
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
-- Mary Oliver
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
As I continue the ever-unfolding journey from darkness to light, this treatise on where we're at in our collective history and where we may go spoke directly and deeply to me, and screamed to be shared with kindred spirits far-and-near:
SOLSTICE INVOCATION FOR TRICKSTER ALLIES
by Caroline Casey
This is the midnight hour of the year, and of 8,000 years of Empire in which humans ceded authority (Saturn) to socio-pathic dingbats. Until now!
This Solstice poses the question: "What must we die to, within and without, lest we die from."
The I Ching chimes in: 24. The Turning Point -- Winter Solstice
"After a time of decay comes the turning point. The powerful light that has been banished returns. There is movement but it is not brought about by force. Societies of people with a unifying vision are formed. But since these groups come together in full public knowledge and are in harmony with the time, all selfish tendencies are excluded, and no mistake is made. Everything comes of itself at the appointed time."
"From deep stillness comes replenishment and the gathering of strategy and wits. Not striving, but calm and merriment.
"The Winter Solstice has always been celebrated as the resting time of the year. In winter the life energy is still underground. Movement is just at its beginning; therefore it must be strengthened by rest, so that it will not be dissipated by being used prematurely.
"The return of health after illness, the return of understanding after an estrangement; everything must be treated tenderly and with care at the beginning, so that the return may lead to flowering."
Now more than ever.
All of Creation is holding its breath at this deep time, anticipating the birth, within each human heart, of wonder and a willingness to cooperate with everything. May we kindle the warm glow of Trickster kindness, within us all, transform our emotional default setting to one of "Woof Woof, wanna play!?!" Each moment awaits our imaginative dedication.
So let's toss all that is neither beautiful nor useful into the roiling cauldron of re-birth, that Time is so kindly providing us. Let's compost all past patterns of self-sabotage, personal and collective, for starters.
And let's bow at the threshold of this New Year, to release and redeem all that we do not wish to take with us through the door. Remorse is said to be the highest of the negative states, the closest to clarity --because we see and feel all those times when we didn't respond to life's "woof woof wanna play?!" When we fell for the compelling illusion of separateness, and forgot that we are all in one large, pulsing, shape-shifting-according-to-collaborative-
The Sufi, and we with her, gently pats her heart and whispers "estafirahlah" "forgiveness of self and others." And may "forgive" mean "to give energy for change."
The protoplasm of reality is particularly susceptible to imprint now, by the power of word, language, story and metaphor. Allowing ourselves one true hyperbole: Never before has the power of human story-telling been so essential in determining what dies and what lives.
Let us dedicate ourselves to animating the desirable story. (To do otherwise would be complicitous with the evolutionary dead-end of empire.) We suck the chi of our complicity from that which is dying, and exhale into the blooming of dynamic collaborative kinship. We are here to re-dedicate ourselves to the responsibility of dreaming the desirable world into being.
Saturnalia:(*) Deeper Dedication is the anti-dote to fear, as feeling useful is the anti-dote to depression. There -- that's handled.
So, let's visualize and dedicate, wherever we are around the Solstice time, and journeying on into this powerful Winter, that we are offering our unique and necessary Medicine, into the collective cauldron brew, and ladling ourselves a cup of All-Heal.
Trickster Medicine is really the sine qua non that brings all the other medicines into bubbling accord to produce the elixir of Dynamic Reverent Ingenuity.
(*)Saturnalia is the feast with which the Romans commemorated the dedication of the temple of the god Saturn, which was on 17 December. Over the years, it expanded to a whole week, to 23 December.
Saturnalia became one of the most popular Roman festivals. It was marked by tomfoolery and reversal of social roles, in which slaves and masters ostensibly switched places.
I so loved what I saw on Caroline Casey's "Coyote Network" that I decided to subscribe to the newsletter. Here's the e-note that came upon completing the process:
"Your desire to be on our Coyote Network News e-mail list is hereby confirmed with enthusiastic woof!
"Our aspiration: You will not be barraged or made grumpy, only encouraged and informed, as we forge the necessary alliances of reciprocal blessing during this wild historic ride." LOVE IT!
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