Reaching for the light.

Reaching for the light.

It shines downwards from the heavens.

The light of the moon, the sun and stars.

Infusing me with what light likes to bring.

Warmth, illumination, nourishment.

The two of me.....

One receives directly.

She can surrender to it shining directly inside.

Unafraid of what is shown...fearless and ready.

The other is reaching out letting it gently in.

Sometimes certain things need the softness that touching can bring.

Both infused with light--Love.

May all beings find their light to bring into the dark places.

Directly or gently --- whatever's needed.

Love.

Almost forgotten.

Reaching through time takes a strange focus.

Strange angles, upside down glances.

You can miss things if you look straight.

Things hide. Things camouflage themselves. Things change.

Glancing into the corners, the nooks and crannies.

Something long lost....almost forgotten.

Found and held in the gentle hand of memory.

It wishes to be in the safety of the dark places.

The light is too bright too glaring.

Place the memory in a quieter place, away from the light.

Not back to the darkness though, place it someplace safe.

Close to you, like a back pocket to take out in quite moments.

Then back again when it wishes to return to a more private space.

Keep your memories close, they are fragile things, sensitive and wandering.

You mustn't scare them away with loudness and strong focus...

But glance at them with soft and gentle focus, lovingly.

Piecing myself together.

Piecing myself together.

Molecule by molecule.

Slow going.

Patience is required.

I can feel how slow it will be.

I honor that and myself.

In the meantime I'm going to surround myself in light and wrap it around.

Wings of light, soft and gentle.

Living inside the earth.

Right now I'm going to live inside the earth.

Stillness.

Returning to the beginning.

Womb like and close.

Holding.

No movement in time.

Timeless.

Safe until the time of returning.

Not yet.

Renewal.

Healing the past.

The past feels like ice slipping out of my pores.

I hope I'm melting it away.

The ice encased me, frozen and stuck.

Always looking out hoping for warmth to thaw this isolation.

The warmth came later...

Not too late, just later so that the ice is still sliding down my chest and belly.

I know I am melting, a mess trying to get it together.

I'm reaching through to the past to pull myself here...all here.

I have found her...all alone....I am holding her through the barriers of time.

I will not let go...I will pull her into the warmth I have found....hold her.

We all have that obligation to those lost parts, those frozen, those all alone.

To reach through time and bring them here with us, both safe, all safe.

The Morrigan, Macha

One of three.

Of one mind in war.

She carries the heads of those slain in battle.

Ruthless and precise.

By this I mean you won't see her coming to collect.

It will be over in an instance...done and done.

No ring of metal around thine neck will block this sharp blade.

The Morrigan will do what must be done in the end.

She is a mistress to duty, to the hard choices.

The gods have gifted her with a diamond heart filled by fire.

Fiercely burning, hard at the outer, ethereal inner.

She waits and watches to see where the battle lies next.

Ready.

Nelson Mandela

Thank you wise man.

You have taught us through action.

Through patience, unending.

To be human is to love, to care, to forgive.

We are trying to measure up to you but you were so wise,

It might take us awhile.

But you will watch us and be patient, unending.

First the 2, then the many...

Establish the outer.

Make it strong and balanced.

This is the protection needed to create new things.

Ideas and vision brought forward,

To manifest things in the right order.

That takes time and patience.

It takes energy....from the beginnings of things: the void.

The raw quality of the void feels strange and unsettling.

It has no clear form and it waits to follow the breath, the movements unseen.

I see it's stirrings.

Just born from nothing.

It smells like snow and lightening.

It looks like flame.

Blue and spiraling.

It sounds like wind moving through a narrow passage.

Quick and loud.

Becoming the many.

Warrior returns home.

It's been a long time coming.

The warrior returns.

Dirty, tired and beat up.

Finally taking it all in.

Was the fighting worth what remains?

The fir of his/her jacket is caked with dirt and blood.

The spear is dull, but used.

Still he/she has returned alive and victorious.

Always prepared for a last breathe, always ready to die in battle.

Alas homecoming is bitter sweet, no fan fare, nobody waiting.

What is the next step?

Reconcile the imbalances created.

Heal the wounds, admire the scars left.

Remove the warrior garb, because we all know naked a warrior remains.

He protects the outer...

She nourishes the inner...

Both necessary, both warriors.

One being together.

Warm Fuzzies.

Warmth that moves out wards.

From your heart to another's.

That's warm Fuzzies.

You must get your fill daily from good people.

Makes for happy beasties.

Happy Thanks Giving to your lovies who fill you up.

Thank you.

Cherry Blossom Girl

Flowers flow from her breath.

Life springs from her feet.

Renewal 

Her vision sees things to come.

Her ears hear what is only whispered.

Clarity

Her dance is graceful.

Her movements poetry.

Grace

Love is her song.

She speaks only kindness.

Gentleness

Catalyst

Being a catalyst means you're the beginning.

But not the end.

Maybe you show something that's hidden

Or maybe you remove the darkness

And light returns...

You don't get to see what unfolds all the time

But that's ok

It's just important that it starts.

Unexpected fortune

Surrender

Surrender

I'm tired a fighting against what is.

In fact I feel quite befuddled by all this.

I tried waving my arms around and throwing things at it.

Amazed at the lack of anything really changing.

I think I'm gonna wait now.

I'm gonna surrender.

There is nothing to do but wait for the next right action.

Listening and listening...still silence.

Good thing I can dance and draw and laugh in this void.

It might keep me from crying, from stamping my feet in frustration.

Gotta surrender and pray to let go of making things happen before their time.

Wish I knew what I was waiting for or what I needed to do.

Oh yeah I have let go that too...

Praying to let go...

Breathing and trusting in Wisdom: 

Shekhinah guide me...

Jungle girl.

She's fierce and proud.

She runs with the animals.

Keen to hunt alongside.

She knows how to rest like them too.

Sleeping fully, breath moving in and out of the belly.

She can awake when she needs to, refreshed.

Jungle girl can never return to the world of men.

They speak too much, fear too much.

They've lost touch with the earth and it's heartbeat.

Her dance is the rhythm of that beat.

Boom, boom......boom, boom......

Strips of black.

If I could clothe myself from ether

I would wrap myself 

In soft silks made from pinks and mossy green,

Those would cover my torso like a slip,

These would lay next to my heart

Tender and venerable.

Then I would gather a long red silk mantle

It would drape over my shoulders and touch the ground,

The first layer if protection in place, laying loose and gentle.

But now the strips of black cloth would wrap around me

It would be made to bind me in,

Not to constrict but to contain.

Snug and graceful both, 

Like a beautiful dress...a black trench coat.

My matrix of beautiful cloth.

I can change it as is needed.

I can strip away the black and red..lay bare my insides.

But not today....

I'm feeling pretty bad ass in black.

Wrapping myself in silk.

I got to wrap myself tight.

The energy is moving around and I feel like I am too open.

Too raw.

Too venerable.

My energy is all colors, silk ribbons.

Now it's time to twine myself around my core.

What makes my core?

My family...my partner...my child.

They bind my heart.

My purpose...my art.

They bind my belly.

My knowing...my journey.

They bind my head.

The dance around the maypole is the dance I do with spirit.

Constant dance...my safe place inside myself. 

Through movement I find my stillness and my solidity.

I got to wrap myself tight.

Mona

Feeling coy?

Mistress and Mr. Kitty

We are birthed as protectors when we deliver our children.

Beautiful Creature.

Beautiful creature.

Rainbow tail.

Sunshine hair.

I like how she moves.

She moves freely, light shining everywhere.

She's a beautiful creature..

Going beyond the threshold.

I know I'm a bit strange.

I fall in love with the odd creatures of the world.

I find them beautiful and worth celebrating.

They sing strange songs into dimensions I've never been.

I have a strange song song myself.

I live in a world of dragons, of a tall Pheonix, tigers, and crocodiles.

They play in a land of vivid colors eating shadows made from dreams.

I learn my lessons from wise women who only live in the dream realm.

I pray and think of my loved ones finding their own worlds beautiful and warm.

Celebrate your own land of beings that watch over you.

Sing your own strange song.

Romp through the colorful landscape made from dreams and thoughts....

Feeling different....happily.

I know I'm a bit strange.

I fall in love with the odd creatures of the world.

I find them beautiful and worth celebrating.

They sing strange songs into dimensions I've never been.

I have a strange song song myself.

I live in a world of dragons, of a tall Pheonix, tigers, and crocodiles.

They play in a land of vivid colors eating shadows made from dreams.

I learn my lessons from wise women who only live in the dream realm.

I pray and think of my loved ones finding their own worlds beautiful and warm.

Celebrate your own land of beings that watch over you.

Sing your own strange song.

Romp through the colorful landscape made from dreams and thoughts....

Leaning in.

Lean into things.

Bend your mind.

Grow upwards.

When things don't suit you - drop them.

That's right I'm talking about being a tree.

The alternative is to stand rigid,

Close the mind,

Grow down, twist inwards,

Holding onto dead things...

So let the energy flow through your limbs.

Reach to the sun.

Plant your roots deep and wide.

Shelter others.

Move with the movement of the currents around.

Singing the song of the trees.

Into the depths.

Into the depths.

At the bottom of the deep ocean,

All is dark and hidden.

You got to feel around without eyes, just your instinct.

Then what?

You might come across the old ones.

Before there were gods the old ones ruled,

They ruled the depths and swam about, even crawling to land for a snack.

So when you bump into them, instead of fearing you might be the next meal 

Swim onto their back and ride them through the dimensions.

Old ones can do that...so now you can too.

Carried into the infinite.

Carried into the infinite.

Carry me there.

Where the universe spins.

I'll float, pulled to the nearest star.

Then I'll explode into the burning light.

Every part of me - no part of me.

Tiny and infinite all the same.

Bold Horizons

If your going to play this game called life

Live boldly

Sing your song 

Do your dance moves

Laugh at yourself 

Love fiercely

Pull spirit into your life, make it awesome, colorful, complex

Live!!

In the void.

Being in between, in the void.

I find this place strange, a little bit scary.

Not knowing what happens next is unsettling.

What if I did not make the right choices so that on the other side of all this there is nothing.

Or worse - something I never wanted.

Never mind.

Don't look, you might yourself here too.

And then what?

It's better if you stay there in the safe place

And leave me here to wait, to be with my discomfort.

It's ok I brought my protectors,

The golden bird to burn away the illusions of loneliness.

The tiger to stride around in the void like she owns it.

The snow lion to see the clarity of the openness of the void.

I guess when the new path opens all will be ok.

If I was an Eskimo...

If I was an Eskimo.

I'd wear a coat of light

And Hunt with my spear of love

And strike you through your heart

Until love poured out into the world

Into me 

and we danced together in the icy wilderness

Melting away the coldness

Turning everything into Spring.

Precious, she's one bad-ass kitty kat.

She's good at catching things.

She likes to hunt them in the woods, the shadows.

Shadows don't fool her, she sees what they really are.

Lost things, lost people, lost loves and mushed up fear.

When she catches them, it's all over.

It's over quick and cleanly, compassionate really..if you think endings are thus.

Yes, she's a bad-ass kitty kat, that Precious.

I met a girl today who Queen of her own universe.

I met a girl today who was Queen of her own universe,

She lived happily here without companions, lovers, or guides.

It was strange to meet someone who lived in such a place

For I like to live in a world of beings and friends, lovers and fools all.

My world is filled with colors and stories and laughter.

The Queen of her own universe was so different but so beautiful in her joy.

The people you meet and their stories so grand!  I love them so different but beautiful in such strange ways....to see them in the color of their stories....I love this vision that I have been blessed with.  Love.

Again 3

Again there is 3 of me.

Or maybe 1.

Who stands behind? 

Who sits below?

Who stands still, listening and sheltering the little one?

All posses knowing, all can speak the truth...

No matter

No fear

Look to the one who speaks to you in this moment

Now look again.

Asleep under the trees

Asleep under the trees

Languid

Peaceful

Floating in late summers embrace.

I opened up a portal in my dreams

I opened up a portal to the ocean in my dreams

I was standing underneath the portal

The ocean will wash everything away

Am I ready for such a thing?

Yemaja guide me how to flow with the movement of the waves

How to breathe in the depths

Find the light in the darkness of the deep...

Born from flowers

Things to come

Joined

At the beginning we were one

Now two

Joined

Apart

Returning

1

The Queen and her crown.

Swords and Golden Bird

She's got her golden bird

She's got her sword

What more does a girl need? 

Three of me

Three of me.

Past innocence

Present in flux

Future in motion

All at the same moment 

No moment

3

The golden bird and the Tara with the blue flower.:

White Tara

Rescue

Golden bird pierces the mirror mind

Black Mahakala

Facing the darkness

Garuda

Women, bringers of light.

She dances