Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

International Women's Day - desire stirring

Handmade collage
I began at the
International Women's Day
SpiralMuse women's circle I hosted
in my little cottage on
Sunday 8th March, 2009

It is definitely time to glue a new vision together.
One with less walls.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Wild geese inspire late night rambling thoughts.

We do share this planet. Sometimes - too often - it is easy to forget this. We do share the earth. We do share the sky. We do share the oceans and rivers. We do share the air that we breathe.

Today - for a moment - it was easier for me to remember. Wild geese and humans, each desiring a safe return home. A moment. A flow-flow on the air current. A slight turn. A flap-flap of wings. A miraculous landing. Safe returns for some.

Tonight the homeless children I work with delighted in sharing. Feathers. Stickers. Paintbrushes. It didn't really matter what. They had the experience of feeling good while relating in this new way. It was a game. They felt connected. Seen. Wanting to share is unusual for them. Their lives are rich in scarcity.

I think of the Middle East. Africa. I know I sound ridiculously naive, but my aching heart begs can't we just share?


Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver


Wednesday, January 07, 2009

oh, just the burning heart of god.

There is a line in a Counting Crows song*
that always rips my heart open:

"When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God"

my sage and sandy heart burning beach birthday ritual
had me singing that line today.

* The heartbreakingly gorgeous version
on the 1998 "Across A Wire: Live In New York"