Thursday, September 24, 2009
this week is completely different. i'm so much more willing to be in my moments, expect good things and am actually finding that to be true. once again a reminder of how life moves in ebb and flow, and where i'm standing in the tide makes all the difference on how i experience the truth.
i am learning that as i trust emergence, the beautiful things for which i seek...i.e. "how a little lama finds her way in the world" seem to just show up gloriously. and when i integrate all my allowing spirit with my silly little old ego, i love what bubbles to the surface!
Now playing: Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová - Falling Slowly
Lisa J. Winston Photography
Monday, September 7, 2009
(author's note re: dramatic liscence...these are the combined words, thoughts, heartbeats of my mystic tribe. i ask full pardon and blessing for combining them to the beat of my own heart)
When alone and introspective
I marvel at the creature and spirit that breathes its way into my awareness...
The drums are getting louder and my heart beats in time...
When the wind touches me in new ways
I feel the smell of the summer air for the first time
It weaves in and out of being in the world,
Consciously entering into and emerging from Presence.
delving deep within, and trusting fully
Jumping "off the cliff" empty handed
I hear this call out of the fog of forgetfulness.
Take the jump not because it is comfortable, but because comfort follows the jump.
Look forward to the splash as we take the leap together
Into this expansive void I free fall with gusto
From a high-ground view where my intent wavered,
and where I stopped to swallow stillness.
as promised, here's my voice again,
It flutters like a million Butterfly wings
Sounding out, a tone to follow....
Back to the well where we'll drink once more.
I feel your words now
Vibrating, jingling my bones, dancing under my skin...
In anticipation and Love for my tribe.....
I feel you all so very close, with every breath.....
The body as a temple is practice in answer to prayer
The balancing elixir of our systems
Headed for something Biblical or divine,
out of my awareness I do manage to find the switch
And love every minute of this wild ride;
Learning to stay grounded, in rhythm with earth.
I end up an alchemist making elixirs of rock, vortexes of manifest ease.
If the earth were not cracked open we would never have known
Never known the jewels, the great Earth medicines
Life goes on, important events "just happen".
No amount of preparation or lack thereof will change anything
Heartaches arrive on my doorstep
Accompanied with a freedom previously mistaken for loss.
A couple I welcome inside to get warm
They make themselves intimately known to the who I am today
I am "chomping at the bit"...
like the wind horse pulling on the reigns of our awareness;
The soul rearing to go, galloping into its remembrance of undifferentiated Self.
Sometimes I am unsure of what I might find;
others I am at rest in the Divine Mother's lap
Knowing that I knew nothing...
Hence the ground cracking open...blasting through my Pisces Sun,
The water of this swim burns at noonday and fills my gills
Come out to the desert one and all.
The Land waits
The Mystery is waiting
I am surrounded by a ring of fire.
Out of the circle of time and into the circle of love
only when I stopped to listen,
Was I able to hear?
Will we be chased through the desert by our captors?
Will the sea part, leading us to our freedom?
Shut the talking down,
Break through the gateway,
Guarding the mystery of heart
Balancing the daily company of death,
I am in awe of the power
I am very much at peace
It's important for us to feel each other gathering....
Emptied, enchanted, expanded, ecstatic and.... united as One.
Just to Re-member our Wholeness
with open arms and heart
And in the "unknowing", where all pictures turn
velvety darkness or pure potential,
the entire landscape transforms
At the still point, I wait with joyful anticipation of our reunion.
YOU HAVE ONLY TO BE STILL.
Messenger of messengers
Enough silence to truly hear.
I answer the call to return to our circle
and delve deeper into the water,
Oh Ram…how curious your costume
petitelama, Deborah, Delora, Lisa, Don, David, Julie, Julia, Lola, Kim, Tracie, Mary, Wendy Sue, Ryan, Margaret, Dana, Anne lise, Sandy, Diana
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
my question really is, why isn't that bright eyed, alert and a little bit cunning bird in front of me the god i am looking for? and perhaps she is...i really couldn't ask to be placed more squarely in the heartbeat of the world or perhaps the cosmos than where i am sitting right now. i am breathing deeply, opening heart and eyes...from this stance layers peel away and i feel stripped bare and vulnerable and like it that way
Monday, August 10, 2009
and here's the thing...i'm happy to be alive, doing what i'm doing, being who i'm being. there are so many nitpicky things i could say about the people i've just traveled with (i'm sure they could say things about me as well), or criticisms i could lodge about the work we've done and how i wish we could do it better--with improvement each time, or about how my life just isn't complete, but i just don't want that to be what i ever say, where my brain ever goes, how my time is ever spent. it seems funny to me to learn this lesson at this time in my life, but while my precious little egoic brain is struggling to do all the things i've listed above. my now, well-worn heart and spirit are calmly taking a breather. the 3 of us have all just had the same experience, but the heart and spirit part are just done letting the ego brain take the lead at this point.
i was explaining the concept of the "debrief" to my friend here the other day. this is to sit down after an experience and pick it apart. take apart all the pieces and examine them from every side. i just absolutely love to do this--my brain gets very mentally satisfied to go through all this examination and finally calm itself once all the "debriefing" endorphins have been exhausted. my choice at this moment is to learn that there is not a need for the "debrief" in this way anymore. my brain/ego in charge just absolutely won't accept that reasoning. it wants, it needs to go through the process to resolve all loose ends and energy that are hanging out there, to compartmentalize, analyze, clearly define all aspects of the experience. but i see now, that this extreme processing does not serve my spirit. my spirit accepts what is, what has been done--loves how everything plays out and moves forward with confidence that all will be well, all is well.
that is my truth right now, as i choose that, behave in accordance with that belief--that is how the flow of energy surrounding me gets flowing on my behalf.
i had a great chat with one young man this week who was all full of bragadoccio and piss and vinegar. through his eyes, he had no need to concern himself with the people or circumstances going on around him because he had enough determination and personal power to muscle through any situation. in my eyes, i see he has an amazing bit of strength, but how much more can he accomplish when he chooses to get the flow of things around him to go in his same direction. i turn this lesson right in on myself, here i am, in this moment...i choose to step into the river that is flowing in my life; embrace fully the opportunities that show up as gifts and challenges--and start paddling with all my might--or floating when the current takes me...
to be right here in the gift of now...
did any of this make sense? it's all i've got for now, just really wanted to take a moment to reflect in a way that didn't give full charge to my ego:)
Now playing: Resgate Surf - nada e impossivel
Thursday, May 28, 2009
stirs the elemental cauldron of pure matter.
As the Queen holds dominion over hive life
inherent order's beauty is realized.
Balancing a timeless dance of earth
while waltzing gently in fluid birth.
Embracing both the ebb and flow
within your nurturing womb.
Spreading Limbs broad and true,
the energy of life revealed
in the heavens of Kether and dirt of Malkuuth.
Seeking long enough to find
that death comes to the ego
only when the conscious priestess lends her graceful gaze.
And when truly "singing out her flesh"
does the heart beat once again from this worthy praise.
Now challenged as only the lone HERMIT can express
How can the HERO brave the mighty Thorn
to reach the blessed Flower?
Up on the hill set that hedge ablaze
and breathe the initiate's fire.
It is in choice of Holy MOMENT that she lingers no more,
and leaps to enter the battle.
Now playing: Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - Good Times
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
i started this story over a year ago (chapter 1 Life on Earth) and have written a few versions for myself of the next chapter. over the past several weeks the next chapter has all but leapt from it's origins and i thought i would share it with you...
As she stepped over the garden wall, the girl child began to run. She had practiced this running thing inside the castle many times, especially when she wasn’t supposed to be prowling about; like the time she fell asleep in the throne room only to awaken to the hushed tones of constance and one of the scribes as they discussed the terrible illness of the queen’s mother that had come so quickly and without warning that no one had been able to wish her a fond journey as she left the palace seeking a new home for her sprirt . the ever-so-small girl child ran like the wind on her very tippy toes unheard as she was unseen, leaping into the menagerie of animal topiaries in the courtyard where she wailed and grieved the loss of that kind spirit who sometimes did notice the rustling undercurrent as the child passed by and kindly hummed a lullaby or two thinking fondly on younger days.
Well this time her running was full of joy, it was as if her sturdy boots spurred her to greater speeds, energetically springing from the ground, eager to tap out the rythm of horsed hooves on hard ground. She soon became so warm that she shed her warm fur robe and laid down her bag and baskets; knowing she could return for these later; hers was a sprint of utter blissful abandon.
Deep in the forest a clearing opened in front of her where a glint of light filtered down through the massive leaves of ancient maples and sycamores. The cool green light reflecting there stopped this newly born forest sprite in her tracks. The only sound she could hear was the enormous pounding of her heart right up in her ears and the rasping breaths filling her lungs with the scent of newly turned earth. There was even the slightly tinny flavor of slowly growing moss on the wide low branches of the trees here, only just moistened by the morning mists.
As her breath began to pace itself inside her lungs the girl caught another sound here in the clearing. The forest lichen clung deeply to the ancient runic stones spread about the clearing and the rhythm of another beat sounded in her ears…these anciently placed monoliths seemed to be in a dance of their very own partnering only with the sprites of the trees surrounding them. Without hesitation, our sapling tree druid reached down and slipped off her boots—feeling the heartbeat of mother earth below as she pounded out the rhythm of this lifegiving dance. It was suddenly apparent that what had once appeared to be a still and frozen clearing was really a much more stately and graceful dance floor than any even lady chatelaine herself had favored.
The leaves and light the trees and stone were weaving the most ethereal and golden path of essence through this clearing and the dance had been going on for centuries. Roots and moss began to cover her own bared feet as she lent her soles to the dance, and her arms lifted into the air, reaching to join the lofty tops of leafy trees where the warming sun sounded out the cadence of the dance. This golden union lasted years, or maybe just a moment but in that moment her veins and nerves sunk like energetic roots deep in the earth sharing a secret knowledge and imprint that rises from the earth to empower and awaken them with the wisdom of lifetimes–imprinting there a blueprint for guidance that cannot be forgotten no matter how distant the connection may become.
Her arms and even the hair on her head rose with the spirit of her soul in song to the sun, which in turn rained down lilting notes of symphonic light filling to overflow the harmonic connections to the child’s heart and the surrounding spirits of the dance. The deep rich resonating vibration that filled the clearing became the stuff of legends. The music of this moment rivaled that of the lady Florence and became the life pursuit of many a –court musician to capture it in notes and instruments.
In that priceless moment , as the girl’s spirit joined with earth and sky, the living spirit of the woods and the world, the lords, ladies and courtiers of the castle reawakened with a gasp. They too had felt what had never been felt before . and with that, the young lovely knelt down slipping back on her boots and turned to venture with great anticipation even deeper into the waiting forest.