i sogni di oro
indra's net
facets weaving, dreaming and returning
nest inside nest...cracked open...holy water
soft floating belly
touches
firmly planted belly
rising to meet
vulnerability unharnessed
beneath the waiting moon
enlightening, softening, coloring
what was once dangerously sharp
as we find matter, mater, material
knowing when to hold on in faith
trusting when to let go in faith
weaving the fullness and simplicity
of what spins on its axis
vertical, horizontal
loaves and fishes mysteriously
feed our hunger
a feast of dreams
St. Francis blessings
Yesterday was the Feast of St. Francis, the wonderful mystic who saw the wonder of the Divine in all of creation. He is perhaps best known for his Canticl of the Sun where Francis expresses deep kinship with nature by regarding sun and moon, the four sacred elements, and even death as siblings. On this day, many churches offer blessings to our companion animals as a way of honoring how integral they are to our lives, sharing their daily wisdom in learning how to simply be present to the truth of this moment. Part of the wisdom of creatures is in their sheer otherness and willingness to enter our lives with such authenticity.
pointed communion of light and dark
The fullness of our time together is held.
The experience of linear time declares the culturally encouraged,
“MORE…NOT ENOUGH.”
May we continue to discover how to balance
the arrivals and the leave taking with grace
as this flower holds the light and the shadow
of the afternoon sun.
OUR BELLS WILL RING AT THE DREAM SHRINE IN NOVEMBER…
Remind us of everything we have lost,
For we have seen on our way and fallen in love
With the world that will pass in a twinkling.
Dearest dreaming sisters,
I missed all of you on Saturday but held you all in the magnificence of the blue skies in the morning and the stormy clouds of afternoon. My trip began with two days at the oceans edge, aptly beginning what has been a tumble of emotions and memories. I went for a swim on Saturday, my friends calling to me over the crashing roar ~ “you’ve got to get out
beyond the waves!” I was so caught in my own thoughts and distracted by the beauty of the salt water that I got walloped not
once but two, three, four times. Turned over, upside down and inside out ~ it took me over an hour to calm down the rushing
of adrenalin and to catch my breath. The trip ever since has mimiced this embodied feeling.
The animals were blessed at Saint John the Divine…
the monarch butterflies passing overhead in their ancient flight home to Mexico.
I look forward to our coming together in November.
Breath caught, heart rate slowed, my center re-found.