When fire calls the heart

When fire calls the heart….in flames! watching, this wild dance between fire and air. the opening of a long held boundary, the secrete of pain and abandonment. How sacred!, for tears stream as the steeple falls and the roof comes down.

My soul hopes the full rescue of its rose window. The most beautiful and fragile glass was never hidden from site, not boundaried and stored away. Its single breast shone big and broad. the sun beat and this rose breast shines back. the city night lights swirl and this breast reflects rose moon, like moon, a true mirror. This rose window invites all who walk past into the divine. and you do not have to be a catholic or a christian, this divine knowing belongs to us all.

For some, the memory of ancestors burnt by the fires. Those souls rejoice. A form of redemption and justice is released. the theology of man, the religion of man that kills his own, that creates sin, that creates martyrs is being told from many voices, “Karma is a bitch”

For others, those flames still taunting, the burning of those ancestors ignites fear. Who is next? Am I next? This is dangerous and how can I be safe?

And for other still living – a childhood stolen, mothers/their children stolen, and for many – far too many, adulthood spent running through corridors, never knowing if church is a fun-house (the scary kind) or a safe-house (for solitude).

And deep below the Rose Window, even further below the cathedral. Is an ancient spring. And she is there. at-the-ready, a gentle laughing warrior who protects. Nothing will be lost. Only nostalgia. Only memories. The sanctuary is everlasting.

 

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Story Medicine

We can change the story and still be truthful.

I was spiritually tested, believed the best of another, and chose myself. I passed a big test and now kiss my hand in gratitude and love. #StoryMedicine

Poison Ivy

I think most people believed that there is an embedded nepotism at the ivy schools, although not outright bribery.

Where are the gentleman / ladies of yesterday? Was that a mythology we mere peasants want to believe, a metaphorical baton passed that “our betters” know the difference between right and wrong? Or has the spirit of racketeering infected the majority, who don’t feel valued unless counted as the top banana? And I do hope the bribery is treated as racketeering in the legal system.

Re-watch the Quiz Show – you can see a value shift from Mark to Charles Van Doren.

Come Death, She said

Come Death,  She said

Breathe into me, breathe into my body so small.

The first breath I took when borne was the breathe-gift of Death who made me alive. Breathing her kiss into me was a promise made to each of us when we nearly strangle ourselves out of the swimming life of in utero nirvana, gasping at our own will and its achievement over this major  physical endeavor to leave protection and become a bare naked human being.

The most vulnerable choice is to become distinct from mother,  to encapsulate a soul inside interlinking DNA, and commence …..as an individual.

Come Death, She said,  I said.

Breathe into me, come into me, my only friend, my only friend until end.

Life becomes a house of pain, the body too small to contemplate how to bear, its chamber only knows how to breathe. No matter the pain the tiny self can still breathe, even when gasping,  grasping, so easily reminded its birth-gift and first promise.

Death is always near, with every breath she stares, and supports life by giving more, more gift kisses and exhales. When your life closes on you it is the first time you realize it is not of death for which you fear, it is the pain of life and grief, mixed with much joy and pleasure, that you fear and knowing one day this will end before you faithfully stretched your contemplation to recognize just a few more moments, a few more reminders and the it is finished.

Breathe into me Death, my only friend, my only friend from the beginning to the end.

 

 

 

Hunger Moon (2019)

“Hunger Moon” called by many languages for the same reason. When you depend on the land and it is frozen for several months, and now February, you are likely to be hungry. For our ancestors this is food hunger, today scarcity confused in abundance so we are emotional scavengers. Yet the moon is Full. Full Hunger Moon is not an oxymoron, it calls for full expression, emotion and reliance on inner story as we relate and have reverence for material earthy who still sleeps, frigid air cold, harsh, and noble bones struck, now we must plunge into waters to be reborn into something called spring.

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How to Conjure a Healing Dream (for Women)

Adorn yourself in the most luxurious sleep-wear. For some of us, this is flannel or comfy-cozy wearable pajama set. For other silk top to bottom, and others a prairie night gown. For a healing dream you cannot be naked and sleep inside, although you can be sans-pajamas if you sleep outside.

Prepare your body for sleep, brush your teeth, wash your face, time permitting a soothing bath and calming drink.

Approach your bed and appreciate it as a lover longing to hold you. Let the covers embrace as you tenderly descend yourself into slumber.

You are not to think about the world. You are not to think about your family, your friends, your place of employment. You are not to think of your animals or the earth or even the sky.

You are to remember yourself.

Remember yourself at the age of 3, the age of 9, the age of 36 and all the way to the age of 105 years. You are soulfully passing through yourself using calendar-time to acknowledge your presence, your sweetness, your silence, your truest self,…see yourself not as the world sees you, not as fulfilling any role. Do not see yourself as born to live your fate, or to even fulfill your destiny. See yourself with no expectation and no judgement. With this you will see yourself in the most loving way. And this is your most knowing way, and the best way to see where healing can be helpful.

Remember Dear Nightingale, Healing Woman in the Night!  – Not all wounds are open. Your healing night-kiss is not to remove the scars of experience. It is to see what is torn now, and in a jagged way will continue ripping for a long time.

Do not be the modern scientist. Do not make a cut to create a healing that is unnecessary. Do not take an existing tear and assume healing dreams need to make it better, take this healing time to explore first. A tear, a wound is also a special portal between your real self to self-heal, and that existing tear may need to be present tomorrow for your best consciousness to form.

Your wisest self is not your oldest self. It is your timeless self.

When you have found your need, then tell yourself, whisper into your ear a simple command. Such as, hold your heart, or cross your ankles. Suggest a movement and your hearing body will form and adjust to the position which will be the morning’s instant message (and reminder).

The following day, you won’t remember the details of the previous night, that your visit (to yourself) as healing lover-mother-other. Yet something special will happen the next day.  You will remember something happened. Some women wake up in orgasm. Others will wake up with a reminder, both will seek healing further.

This is how you conjure a healing dream.

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