Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Why Persephone? I think it must have to do with the journeying between worlds, learning to navigate and live with the changes of moving from the light world to the dark and back. There is, of course, the fact that I was born in the spring. And, it's hard to ignore her story's focus on death. Being the fear-based type that I am, what else would I focus on?
I have been wondering a lot about what I should be learning in this time of experiencing one physical problem after the next. I feel out of whack, or hunkered down in the doldrums (hmm....that would be a good title for a poem), hanging out here with Hecate who has always been Persephone's guide and companion. Maybe I've wandered off the road and she is leading me back to my chosen god.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
I guess what's bubbling up are thoughts about what home means to me - as I may be leaving mine in the (hopefully) near future. And then will have to find a new one.
It was lovely pulling up memories of the cave house at Hotel Galini. I loved the place, but the view! Alex and Emily stayed there on our recommendation on their honeymoon. I remember him describing it like being smacked in the face with beauty every time you left your room.
Friday, June 22, 2012
The card is about Barry and me standing on the verge of a new adventure (which moving to the east bay will certainly be). And Hecate has handed me one of her torches.
Today, I began work on another poem, one about holding this torch. I'm starting to feel like a disciple of William Stafford. If you don't know the story, Stafford was in the habit of writing a poem each morning. When a student asked him how he could do such a thing when it took the student weeks or longer to craft a single poem, Stafford is reputed to have replied, "Lower your standards." Yes. Well. I seem to be putting out these unpolished poems here.
Yesterday, blogger refused to accept the spacings in my poem. It only allowed a single stanza. We'll see if it's in a better mood today.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Do you know Rob Brezsny's horoscopes? Both Barry's and mine were amazing this week. His was all about envisioning a new building he is going to (!). Here's mine:
ARIES (March 21-April 19): Swans, geese, and ducks molt all their flight feathers at once, which means they may be unable to fly for several weeks afterwards. We humans don't do anything like that in a literal way, but we have a psychological analog: times when we shed outworn self- images. I suspect you're coming up on such a transition, Aries. While you're going through it, you may want to lie low. Anything resembling flight -- launching new ventures, making big decisions, embarking on great adventures -- should probably be postponed until the metamorphosis is complete and your feathers grow back.
I really have no choice but to lie low. Unable to fly... or walk.
A few weeks ago I started a poem. I think it still needs work, but this morning I found myself drawn back to it.
We Are All PilgrimsWe are all pilgrims.Some worship at the temple of materialism.Some linger in the warm pools of Aphrodite.Others trek to mountain peaksor hidden springs,seeking the sourceof mystery itself.But we all journey somewhere.We are all pilgrims.The roads we travel –the dusty miles,the rain-soaked muddy roads,the twisting uphill trails -drag on, so arduous and long,with no endpoint in sight.But then, one day,you look into a mirror, orcatch your reflectionin still water,and you seethat you have grown old.Suddenly, a different destination nears.
You cry out –I’m not ready!Now you understand thatit was never arrivingthat mattered.You know –deeply and without doubt –that the pilgrimage itselfwas the point.All of those hours lostin complaint, confusion and misery –you realize that they wereopportunities ignored and departed.Even now,walking the great camino,you rouse – repeatedly –from unconscious moments.You desperately wantto stay open-eyedand grateful.But even our failures are the journey.And we are all pilgrims.
The "you" here is, of course, me talking to me.
It is so hard to feel gratitude when you're having a rough time. I'm trying to - as the saying goes - sit in the tension of the opposites. I drew a SoulCollage card this morning for the next quarter, as I do on every solstice and equinox, and it came up a very challenging one (the printer is in storage or I'd scan it and post here). The images are of a crying soldier, a little boy with a toy gun and a snake. It was hard receiving this one, but I decided that part of my current challenge is to look at the old, painful stories,
honor them, and lay them down, or offer them up, or...whatever I can do with/about them.
Here is where Hecate comes in. The pilgrimage brought me to this crossroads, and here I am. Waiting.
Waiting to heal. Waiting for the house to sell. Waiting to move. Waiting for my feathers to grow back, according to my horoscope. Waiting, waiting, waiting. THIS is my journey right now.