Sacred Season

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My heart knows the growing time
of the Spring
In the dark morning it reminisces
and remembers
Recalling
bright days growing longer and
lighter....
warmer
As does my heart grow lighter
and warmer
in the memory of the
Spring time

Sacred season of rooting in
Sacred season of hope
Scared season of the sun's
return
Sacred season of my growth

My heart prepares for the time
of rest
Winter blowing in, deep freeze
of feelings
Deep introspective awareness
Deep peace, deep process
Insulated, blanketed
Under the accumulating snow fall
of my life
Wind chill
Keeping me still
Near a fire in the hearth
and the fire of Spring sparking in 
my heavy heart

Come, oh Spring and warm me
Sacred season of new awakenings
Sacred season of the thaw
Scared season of brooks beginning to
once again babble
Sacred season of me...
thawing
sprouting
becoming
growing

Nettles and Nuance.....for Kevin

He makes me smile

He sends me into fits of

laughter

He swears like a longshoreman

who stubbed his toe

And I love him

I grow more peaceful when I

speak to him

 

He grows things from the ground

Our mama, Gaia

pleased to work alongside him

Earth Brother, medicine man of the

terra firma

He heals with herbs and flowers

nettles and nuance surround

him

 

Rough around the edges

Soft in the middle

Hard to be without for too long

We are growing

He and I

As we share the days

in the garden

of life connected by the

vines of love

and the resonance of longshoremen

swearing

:)

 

 

 

 

 

Kids Will Tell Ya

Gaia gives her creatures do overs every moment

Welcome to our collective Do Over

As a child knows, we can fix what we just broke

But we have to fix it fast

The Call goes out "Do Over!!!!!"

The kids return to the staring point

And they do it over

It's that simple for them...can we do it too?

We have been given a Do Over

We find ourselves at the same starting place

We have wishes, we have hopes

Find those with the same wishes and hopes

Connect, assemble, create and then DO!

Do together over and over and over

The kids will tell ya

This is the way to cross the finish line

together

Then our Do Over
becomes a Well Done

Terra Firma......Terra Nova

Her life is a series of seasons

As a young girl the Spring welled up inside her

She would pick worms with her dad late at night

after the rain

He would fish with them the next day

Where had all the Earth Worms gone?

They do not exit our mama to lay upon the sidewalk after the rains come now...

Was the rain too toxic?

Had we found them all and fished them into not being?

Was Gaia wondering too.....

Where are these creatures who aerated her soil?

What did she crave now that they have retreated?  

The summers were freedom, pure and simple

Camping for weeks in the woods

Peacefully perfect

Checking for ticks

Long, lazy days in the canoe, content
Spin the bottle with the boys at night
Feet on Terra Firma, connected

Where did the connection go?

Why did it become easier to leave herself as she grew?

Why did the trappings of life trump freedom?

When did inner peace fall to pieces?

Fall.....the ultimate season, always

the headdresses of the trees morphing and transitioning

In full array, in all their glory.... glowing, on fire

Her heart chakra blending to match the colors

Wide OPEN!!!!!!!!!!

As she watched the leaves drop from the trees

She understood somewhere inside her, the leaving brings the growth

the drop facilitates the return

We have choice and a voice about how we fall

We can flutter and fly gracefully, gently resting on the ground

Or die atop the tree and plummet down, crumpled before landing

Now, as the trees cry out, she hears them, she speaks to them

Winter brought the crisping of the senses

her breath hanging like steam in the frozen air

The sting of the cold on her face waking her daily

Catching snowflakes on her tongue

Each one as unique as she

Last winter, the snow did not come

Had the Earth worms known so many years ago

that Gaia would suffer her own seasons

Did she know she was in trouble?
 She is screaming...

Do you hear her?
It feels like an emptiness
Do you feel it?

Will we save her?

Will we save ourselves?

They are one in the same

Well seasoned her self now 
she knows her perpetual life seasons are lessons, opportunities, honors

Winter brings the peaceful blanket of snow

Spring the new shoots she is creating

Summer the ripe fruit of passion and purpose

Fall, the chance to shed her own leaves, leaving, releasing

Returning again, stronger, wiser as the cycles repeat

Feet on Terra Nova, creating connections

Breaking Through...for Marietta

The she seed is planted, left in the nestling darkness of our mama Gaia. Life giving water and steady sunshine sending sustenance to her center, thus beginning the energy shift inside this tiny vessel that will some day provide food or shade or shelter.

We now know, the work is over, we have tilled and toiled, prepared the ground to accept that which we have placed with in it. The harvest awaits us, there will be much celebrating!

For the seed, however, the work is just beginning. The painful, some times orgasmic, long process of breaking through has only just begun. First, is the fracture of the exterior that houses the eventual bounty hidden in the very soul of the seed.....a sacrifice the she seed must endure if  she is to live and thrive. Then onto the arduous journey out of the crevice, into the soil attempting to absorb any nutrients that await her newly birthed shoot there. Pushing, pushing, wanting to give up, wanting to succeed all in the same moment. These moments of tortured hope continue until the day the shoot breaks the surface and can witness the sky. She's heard legends of this place from her soul center, she has made it to this sacred station.

Many weeks or months of further process await the plant as she matures and grows, endures drought and flood......all of which she can not control. Finally, after pain and glory, sorrow and glee, her fruit is visible. Allowing herself to own a glimpse of pride, a bit of sweet accomplishment for breaking through this far. She has arrived.

The morning of harvest dawns, the mourning begins for her as well. The tribe gathers in full ceremonial garb, chanting, celebrating, singing the old songs once again....grateful. On this day, her fruit will be abducted, taken from her.... gently retrieved from her outstretched appendage.
And in this moment she knows she has fulfilled her purpose, the cycle has been completed.

As she lay upon the moist earth that has been her foundation for these months, she is grateful and peaceful as she begins to wither and the fluid leaves her frail body. For she knows in her leaving, new creation shall live in the remains of what she had once been, a green, lush, life giving wonder.

And the circle is completed once more.