A New Poem: Pilgrimage

 Just back from Hawaii.  

Pilgrimage

  

The first gate opens

when you set foot

on this land.

You have entered

the ritual by arriving.

The first phase is spent

high up the mountain,

attuning to the land.

 

The second gate opens

when you descend

to the ocean.

The waters of the sacred bay,

rising and falling,

set the pace for your heart.

You ask permission

from the land and the sea.

You bow to the ancient

birthing place and

dolphin home.

 

The third gate opens

when you stand at the edge

of Pele’s home, the caldera

wide and steaming below

ohia and ohelo.

The arduous trek one mile

down the chunky lava path

leads you to the final gate.

Dense green jungle opens out

to expansive, bare caldera.

 

At your chosen spot,

you make your prayers and offerings.

You understand now

that the whole journey has

been the pilgrimage,

not just this culminating ritual.

Passing through all the gates

was necessary and more than

mere preparation.

You cannot know

if your offerings are

accepted and sufficient,

but you have fulfilled

your intention.

 

A vision comes:

you climb out of a

lava tube pool, greeting

the sun and the day,

the ocean and the forest,

the mountain and the sky.

You understand that

you are to carry this image

in your heart, no matter

what you face

on your return.

The ritual has been akin

to one the women of

ancient Greece enacted,

your personal Thesmophoria

in a different spirit-filled land,

a going down and coming up

in worship of the Mystery and

of the sister goddesses of

descent and ascent.

 

It Begins With a Call (Part 28): Hawaii's Gifts

While in Hawaii I had lots of dreams, sometimes remembering three or four a night.  Here is one.  I’m in a small boat with a few others.  A humpback whale comes close to the other side of the boat.  Then, it swims under the boat and surfaces right next to me.  Its eye is very near mine, and it touches me with a flipper and allows me to touch it.  We communicate mentally that neither of us has touched the other species before.  It then goes and tows the boat for a while. 

We do not see any whales on the whole trip, but this dream was a gift.

We were not able to make our usual pilgrimage to Kilauea Iki because the trail down to the crater was closed off on both ends by rock slides from the last eruptions.  A ranger let us know about a much less-known trail to another crater  bordered by a field of lava trees.  It was remarkable, but I did not get the same sacred feeling I always get at Iki.  Still, it is Pele’s turf.  I picked and tossed in some ohelo berries as an offering to Pele and prayed that she help me with my questions about what it means to carry fire.  Who better than Pele to deal with fire!

On the next leg of our healing pilgrimage (see Part 27), we spent a few days in Hawi, which we’ve only ever driven through before.  Our friend Malama and his wife were temporarily caretaking a farm there.  It’s so wonderful to have local connections when you travel.  Malama took us to a most beautiful healing place, a pu’u honua, or refuge, that is being restored by its caretakers.  We were alone in that powerful and gorgeous place.  No tourist would ever know about it or find it without a local guide.

Barry had wanted to respond to some links Malama’s wife had sent us that wove in and through some intense conspiracy theories, often with a right-wing flavor.  Sitting in this quiet, healing garden, we were able to enter deep conversation.  I was impressed with how Barry respectfully spoke about his reactions.  What I found most interesting was that he (with one addition by me) came up with some adages that encapsulated his thinking:

·      Believe nothing, entertain possibilities (courtesy of Caroline Casey).

·      Judge a tree by its fruits.

·      Follow the money.

·      Not my circus, not my monkeys.

I’m not quite sure what this means as far as the pilgrimage goes, but it was a significant moment in a significant place.

Entering the final phase of the trip, back on the Kona coast, but south to coffee country, some of my old symptoms began to reappear.  A few days of lung issues (we had been in fierce wind, practically sand-blasted by it) and the old stomach two-step danced back in.  Barry hurt his neck body surfing, and we spent a morning in the ER.  He was, fortunately, not seriously hurt.

We then spent several days at Manini Beach on Kealakekua Bay.  I’ve always loved it there, but Barry found out some fascinating things about it from a local woman.  It had been a swimming place for ali’i (royal) women only, and a place where they gave birth.  It was kapu (taboo) to others.  Sitting there, I had a nonverbal conversation with a palm tree, realizing I had not been attending to trees at all on this trip.  It just told me, “Accept.”  Yes, well, that is the work.

As I mentioned, we didn’t see whales (or dolphins) the whole trip (turtles and wild boar, yes, sea mammals, no).  But our last morning Barry wanted to swim one last time, so we stopped at Pahoehoe Beach Park in Kona, and there the dolphins were –  several pods of them, some of whom stayed out in view for well over an hour.  It was such a lovely little last Hawaii blessing.  Watching the dolphins leap and spin, I thought of my last four-card SoulCollage® reading, which ended with my card for joy, which includes a laughing Buddha and leaping dolphins.

It Begins With a Call (Part 27): A Healing Pilgrimage

When we left for our trip to Hawaii in November, we decided to look at it as a healing pilgrimage.  Both of us felt stressed and in need of a vacation.  Why?  We’re retired, with a good home, family, friends, interests.  But then there’s the state of the country, the world and the earth, and our issues around growing older.  I guess that’s enough.  We are in the heart of the dark of the year, and the whole year has been pretty dark.

In any case, we didn’t even realize how much tension we were holding in our bodies until we got there.  It took a while to let go and really feel like we were there.  Staying at an old favorite place where the ocean pounds against the sea wall constantly, enveloped in those rhythms and sounds, we began to relax.  For the first two weeks, Barry did not have his chronic backache, and I did not have either stomach or lung issues.

Wave after wave,

large and relentless,

roaring as they slap

the sea wall.

They thrum in my body –

            the sound –

            the rising and falling –

            the aliveness.

Like a huge animal,

awake and in motion,

the power of the ocean

cannot be denied.

And yet,

even in its immensity,

it brings rest and peace,

impersonal yet affecting,

mine to revere,

to love,

to treasure.

The blessing of Kona.

I did a two-card SoulCollage® reading and saw that anger is my theme, and that my place is on the edge, in the borderlands.  The message:  You do not “win” by denying the mud realm; neither does it serve you to ignore the Otherworld.

Anger.  My issue from childhood.  My mother called me “Mad dog” when my lower lip protruded in my distress.  Socialization by humiliation. (Oh, Mom, I know you meant well, but this was true for me.)  That little girl, full of fire and outrage, never learned how to relate to it besides being ashamed.  

Pema Chodron advises to stay with our habitual patterns, that they are our way out.  Okay…  The Big Island is definitely the place to work on/with fire!  The whole island is a fire shrine and an edge place.

Several days later into the trip, I did a four-card reading around working with/on the anger, and here is a little story the cards told:  Looking for healing, a woman fittingly goes to the goddess Hygeia.  She discovers that she must temper her fire with earth energy; the earth also knows and houses fire. She also hears that she can be appropriate with her anger if she remembers not only to use earth energy, but also to balance fire with water and with the depths of her knowing soul.  

She may reconfigure that fire of anger by: 1) acknowledging it; 2) asking what is behind or within it; 3) determining its best use or expression.  Finally, she needs to access joy, despite it all, because of it all.

The steps of the healing pilgrimage gleaned thus far: to relax and settle into a more open state; to acknowledge what needs healing; to look deeper, through writing and through dreaming.