Saturday, October 31, 2009
May this be a Blessing.
No matter the name you may use to celebrate these days October 31st – to November 2
We are headed toward the end of the cycle of growing, we look toward the end of the harvest as the Earth prepares for Winter here in the Northern Hemisphere.
We take this time to Honour our Ancestors, to Honour the Dead and Dying.
Yet we are also faced with the Season of Seeds of all that is to be born.
Nature gifts us with the next year’s
Potential as She ends this turn of the wheel, the Season of passing.
With this Blessing before us let us Light a Candle to guide the Souls in their unrest that they may find Peace on their Path home.
Let us Light a Candle, Holding our Intention for the Seeds we hold in our hands, let us enter this Season preparing our Dreams for our Winter Sleep and Gestation.
May we hold in our Hearts the Mystery and Beauty that surrounds us, finding Peace in the stillness yet to come.
It is said the veil between the Worlds is thinnest on these days, walk gently, walk with Compassion, Walk in your Truth.
Grateful for the bounty of Gifts.
Let us share our Gratitude with our fellow travelers.
Blessing to you, my friends
May your road be long and crooked, may you have food for both body and Soul.
May you know that you are made of the Stardust of Generations come,
gone and yet to be.
Blessings to you this Night.
Happy Happy Halloween!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sleepless in wonder and joy. I spent most of the day outside working on a garden space that is meant to surround a Wind Turbine, turning the earth to prepare it for the shrubbery that would cover the base and bring again a sense of beauty to the eye as it looks out of the house toward Potato Point.
Yes, I am sleepless with Joy, the sun kissing my skin, in a t-shirt on this gloriously warm autumn day here in Maine. As I worked I spoke to the Earth as is my costume, I found myself also taking to the air surrounding me telling it that the space I was preparing was going to be in Honour of the Power it gifted the house through the energy created. During this process, a slight breeze began to pick up, to caress me. How is it that I have never noticed the wind noticing me? The gentleness of the Wind’s touch, as new lover, lenitive as it danced with my bareness, yet there was also a familiar-ness as with an old love. For me it was the Wonder of the Wind noticing me, clearly ~ I am opened yet again to the Other. That which we as humankind see outside ourselves, without motive or feeling. What better motive then to notice that which stands in front of, and speaking directly with you.
Yes, I am sleepless with the Mystery of the day. Sleepless in Wonder and Joy! I am awestruck with all the gifts the Divine Nature of the World offers up, when we take the time to notice.
I am happy to be sleepless in this wonder. Honoured and Blessed.
Yes, i am sleepless and I am wondering how often we may lay awake not in stress or worry, but with the wonder of the mysteries of the Universe that we are so blessed to be a part of. I would invite us to the place of wonder with what the Night may have to share with us, weather in dreams or our being awake to the sounds of the night. The beauty of the day having filled us so, we are to 'ampted' to sleep.
posted first on FB have added a few lines.- I give thanks to my daughter for the picture of me in my youth.
I send a kiss to the wind from my hand.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
This morning I am struck with a wonder at how fragile we are, how wounded and inflicter we can be. I am also in Awe of how we as humans have so much Resilient elasticity. Grateful indeed for the Fragility and the Resilient-ness of our nature.
I don’t see things in so much of a dualist way. For all the parts, of our Being-ness make up who, whom, how we present to the world. How we present, then changes as our prismatic Being has either more light (a.k.a. people; at least in this part of the greater story); or darkness (a.k.a. people –same as the opposite). We shift in our perspective as they need arises to add or subtract those around us. As a quick ah-ha, think of what happens to you when you and a close friend are out having coffee in public, heads moved in toward the middle of the table, and someone else walks up and starts including themselves, feel that slight shift in your Being? That’s the prismatic-ness of our Being.
Events in our lives have the same effect. They leave a trace element of themselves with in our Being, this is something I have witnessed time and time again, as a body worker, friend, lover, even the traces for better or worse that I have left as a Mother. Bottom line we ALL have those places, events, people as part of our Being and being Human-kind.
Again, I am struck by how Fragile we can be and why aren’t we told of this as we decide to come flying into the world through the birth canal? Sure would have been useful information, at least if you ask me. Yet to this Fragileness, there is also a great Strength of Courage. Courage taken from the Old French cuer –Heart.
It is in those places that we are most Fragile that we find the Heart to open ourselves to those around us. To give, receive, and BE. They are the places I believe that turn us toward our own Compassion; that then in turn Awaken us to our deepest growth, fears, laughter, sorrow, joy, fits of angst and the very depths of who we are as part of a greater whole.
These places of our fragileness, also seem to be the wells of elastic-ness. The places that we go to in silence, tears, laughter, confusion to then spring out Resilient and ‘new’. Sometimes we call upon those we know to help guide us toward and through our Fragile nature till we come forth, perhaps more guarded, or more open.
We each have our own time and way in which this happens. What might be right for one of us doesn’t necessarily work for another. I feel that one of our biggest jobs as Human-kind and as friends in particular is to Show –up to our fellow Human – Beings. To be a witness of their story. To listen and invite the Fragile parts to show,
From the Velveteen Rabbit – by Margery Williams (this starts at the point when the Skin Horse and the Rabbit are talking)
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.
Indeed. I wish for all of us to have this experience of the Fragileness of Being Real. What an Awesomeness there is, in our Resilience and in our Fragileness. Our very day Being-ness. Inviting and allowing for all the parts of us to show. Yes, even when for a small amount of time we may show anger. That too is being Real, just not part of this story today.
Off to my Fragile self. Knowing as I prepare the gardens for winter, they are a gentle reminder of how Resilient the Divine Nature of our Being truly is.
once again a foto by the famous T. Griffin see her work at:http://www.flickr.com/photos/tirzymcwirzy/
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