Tuesday, 18 December 2012

DeepSea



“The sea crashed, cooling the sand, unceasing fringe of earth surging. As I stilled I became aware of the deeper roar of the ocean. Full, fathomless, vast”

So often we live at the edge of our own consciousness. Only paying attention to what is evident right in front of us. Dealing with the surface of the ceaseless crashing of our patterns. Or not really dipping deeply into Spirit. Pretend practicing, instead of fetching the deep roar, the vastness of our Souls. 

That is who we really are. A Universe of depths,  where magic whirls. Mysteries within, swimming into this opens your eyes to the wet marine wonder of your inner world. And once you can see where you are – you will find that the roar is where you want to stay. 

You will find yourself observing the waves crashing at the same time as knowing of being aware of so much more when you step into the world. Leaving wet footprints on the floor..

I Am, my own Shaman



“A thousand years ago I had people come to me to be healed, in this life I have come to myself to be healed. I am grateful.”

One of my great loves is a love of words well strung. Or words, simply hitting the right spot. A few weeks ago one of my favourite teachers Clarissa Pinkola Estes, posted an article on her facebook which I will include post my rambling. She spoke of going to the wise person who is not cleaned up, someone who lives in the roots, in short someone who has had from what by some standards a “messy time of it”. This stopped me in my tracks. My entire life came into stark focus. Everything that I am, everywhere I have been has made me a wise one. I can claim that in the same breath that this is also not always true. 

This turn of thought made me wonder at the longing that I have had to be a healer, I have learned a few methods... and have only really used them on a few. In a flash of insight. I KNEW. Its me! Its ME! I am here to tend to me. To love me. To nurture me. Tears poured...
Yes, I am my own Shaman this time round. I walk the dunes, the fynbos stretches, love the trees, sit on the beach...to heal me...

Clarissa’s post:

“Dear Brave Souls: about wise souls, truly.

If one were to seek in oneself or in another what some colloquially call 'a wise person'... I'd suggest one go to those who and that which is not cleaned up, those who live and have lived in the roots, not as a temporary tourist excursion but because of a twist of fate, an unwise turn, a struggle to surface from underwater whilst bearing up under the wearing of concrete shoes.

Nice cleaned up Hallmark card 'wisdom' is ok. But it's a map with all the broken gravel blue highways and rough pathways through the woods and across the desert, missing. If you want the skivvy, ask a soul who has been trapped in the broken places for a time, whose scars not only still show, but they GLOW in a certain Light of goodness and love and humor and alertness and aliveness to many things.

And consider this: my great loves-- amongst them Avrohim Heschel, Dorothy Day, Thich Nhat Hahn, Dalai Lama, Rigoberta, Maya... lived face down in the dirt, often fled for their lives-- that... that creates the kind of indelible wisdom that is from the ages, across and outside of time, incorruptible, unsentimental, un-darling, and would never go on a Hallmark or other kind of greeting card without setting the entire paper of the card on FIRE.

I have been for years, threatening in good humor, to bring out my own line of greeting cards with my paintings on the fronts, such as... perhaps the time is NOW to do so. First card thereby from small card publishing company known as 'planet cpe publishing'... this card when opened, reads:

"Tell the person who tells you 'what doesnt kill you makes you strong,' to get lost... permanently. What kills you, kills you, and you lie dead with bones scattered. It is resurrection, for sure that is our great untapped strength, a rough reality you will come to know by screaming, reeling, and scrabbling upward, breaking your fingernails to the quick as you climb the slime wall in order to snatch back your illicitly stolen life again... that, THAT is worth the striving, that you can and will come back from the freakin' 'land away,' where you have been left for dead.

Listen to no one who says such travail is surrounded with flowers and pretty script and lace. It isn’t, it's surrounded by bloodshed and splashed brains and an eerie light that is NOT the end, but rather is

The Presence despite all else, The Presence of Holy Hell on Earth... and you will rise. You WILL rise out of Hell, leaving Hell behind and bringing the Holy back with you to the topside world. Well worn, shined and you have earned the right to wear that kind of true Wisdom hard won. Thus, now: Courage. Courage. Courage."

And with love, and I mean it...
dr.e”

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Living Alive



 "Gayatri playing, sound of sweet life and my joy rises, the sun caressing, clouds loving the mountains, I can feel their misty selves...I am...Living Alive"



Recent events have shown me that there is hope – regarding the measurement of growth. About 15 years ago I was this angry lesbian that hated the way that her path went. Like so many women (of my age it seems – over 40’s) we chose to marry and have children, simply because there seemed no hope to meet that woman we know that we ached for. When I was a teen growing up the word lesbian was spoken in hushed whispers. Oh but I KNEW who I was (and am) some girls had me fantasising and the usual – it seems, crush on the stunning PT teacher. I get hot all over even now when I think of her. I remember being fascinated by a young woman about 2 grades ahead of me, she had a motor bike – not a vespa, had short hair and walked with a certain swagger. I was like a ruddy bunny in headlights when she walked past.

And the teasing at school, oh are you lessie because you don’t have a boyfriend? Well yes, I am. The hunger in me was never slaked as their was no woman that I could experiment with. So I turned my considerable sexual energy and got what any straight girl would want, plenty of attention… but it was never right was it. Then I still went and got married, had my two beautiful daughters. And then one day, when I was at my lowest – my x-husband walked in and announced that he had found the perfect friend for me.

Well she turned out to be what I had been hungering for all that time, 28 and my first real woman that felt the same way for me. But all the time I had this simmering resentment about so many things.

My mentally abusive marriage, the fact that I never had a chance to experiment, my lover so deep in the closet that she to this day has never come out. Yes so heavens was I an angry woman taking on everyone’s non sense and internalising it with my own stuff. Building up to explosion point. There came a time when the person who was a practicing Wiccan in me said WHOA, stop – and I began the long slow trip to really facing myself. It has not been easy but some recent events had my sister point out how strong and the compassion I have developed. Hell I am not perfect, I hurt still as I seem to keep choosing what I cannot have and still need a break through there.

 I have had a few start stop relationships, some not even going anywhere near physical, what I learned from my most recent beautiful sacred relationship is when you can stand and say, hey that’s your stuff and its not mine, and view it from a non egoist point of view then you know that you’re on the way to becoming a 100% you.

How can we all reach this? It takes time my beautiful ones but here is a breakdown of a recipe that I have used that comes from one of the current most amazing teachers whom I have the deep pleasure of actually meeting. Combined with my own practices I have managed to learn something and sometimes a glimmer is shown and I am shown that I can sometimes get it right. I have taken it directly from a website called http://zenhabits.net/2007/06/a-guide-to-cultivating-compassion-in-your-life-with-7-practices/

The key to developing compassion in your life is to make it a daily practice.

Meditate upon it in the morning (you can do it while checking email), think about it when you interact with others, and reflect on it at night. In this way, it becomes a part of your life. Or as the Dalai Lama also said, “This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.”

Benefits

Why develop compassion in your life? Well, there are scientific studies that suggest there are physical benefits to practicing compassion — people who practice it produce 100 percent more DHEA, which is a hormone that counteracts the aging process, and 23 percent less cortisol — the “stress hormone.”
But there are other benefits as well, and these are emotional and spiritual. The main benefit is that it helps you to be more happy, and brings others around you to be more happy. If we agree that it is a common aim of each of us to strive to be happy, then compassion is one of the main tools for achieving that happiness. It is therefore of utmost importance that we cultivate compassion in our lives and practice compassion every day.
How do we do that? This guide contains 7 different practices that you can try out and perhaps incorporate into your every day life.

7 Compassion Practices
  1. Morning ritual. Greet each morning with a ritual. Try this one, suggest by the Dalai Lama: “Today I am fortunate to have woken up, I am alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others, to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings, I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others, I am going to benefit others as much as I can.” Then, when you’ve done this, try one of the practices below.
  2. Empathy Practice. The first step in cultivating compassion is to develop empathy for your fellow human beings. Many of us believe that we have empathy, and on some level nearly all of us do. But many times we are centered on ourselves (I’m no exception) and we let our sense of empathy get rusty. Try this practice: Imagine that a loved one is suffering. Something terrible has happened to him or her. Now try to imagine the pain they are going through. Imagine the suffering in as much detail as possible. After doing this practice for a couple of weeks, you should try moving on to imagining the suffering of others you know, not just those who are close to you.
  3. Commonalities practice. Instead of recognizing the differences between yourself and others, try to recognize what you have in common. At the root of it all, we are all human beings. We need food, and shelter, and love. We crave attention, and recognition, and affection, and above all, happiness. Reflect on these commonalities you have with every other human being, and ignore the differences. One of my favorite exercises comes from a great article from Ode Magazine — it’s a five-step exercise to try when you meet friends and strangers. Do it discreetly and try to do all the steps with the same person. With your attention geared to the other person, tell yourself:
    1. Step 1: “Just like me, this person is seeking happiness in his/her life.”
    2. Step 2: “Just like me, this person is trying to avoid suffering in his/her life.”
    3. Step 3: “Just like me, this person has known sadness, loneliness and despair.”
    4. Step 4: “Just like me, this person is seeking to fill his/her needs.”
    5. Step 5: “Just like me, this person is learning about life.”
  4. Relief of suffering practice. Once you can empathize with another person, and understand his humanity and suffering, the next step is to want that person to be free from suffering. This is the heart of compassion — actually the definition of it. Try this exercise: Imagine the suffering of a human being you’ve met recently. Now imagine that you are the one going through that suffering. Reflect on how much you would like that suffering to end. Reflect on how happy you would be if another human being desired your suffering to end, and acted upon it. Open your heart to that human being and if you feel even a little that you’d want their suffering to end, reflect on that feeling. That’s the feeling that you want to develop. With constant practice, that feeling can be grown and nurtured.
  5. Act of kindness practice. Now that you’ve gotten good at the 4th practice, take the exercise a step further. Imagine again the suffering of someone you know or met recently. Imagine again that you are that person, and are going through that suffering. Now imagine that another human being would like your suffering to end — perhaps your mother or another loved one. What would you like for that person to do to end your suffering? Now reverse roles: you are the person who desires for the other person’s suffering to end. Imagine that you do something to help ease the suffering, or end it completely. Once you get good at this stage, practice doing something small each day to help end the suffering of others, even in a tiny way. Even a smile, or a kind word, or doing an errand or chore, or just talking about a problem with another person. Practice doing something kind to help ease the suffering of others. When you are good at this, find a way to make it a daily practice, and eventually a throughout-the-day practice.
  6. Those who mistreat us practice. The final stage in these compassion practices is to not only want to ease the suffering of those we love and meet, but even those who mistreat us. When we encounter someone who mistreats us, instead of acting in anger, withdraw. Later, when you are calm and more detached, reflect on that person who mistreated you. Try to imagine the background of that person. Try to imagine what that person was taught as a child. Try to imagine the day or week that person was going through, and what kind of bad things had happened to that person. Try to imagine the mood and state of mind that person was in — the suffering that person must have been going through to mistreat you that way. And understand that their action was not about you, but about what they were going through. Now think some more about the suffering of that poor person, and see if you can imagine trying to stop the suffering of that person. And then reflect that if you mistreated someone, and they acted with kindness and compassion toward you, whether that would make you less likely to mistreat that person the next time, and more likely to be kind to that person. Once you have mastered this practice of reflection, try acting with compassion and understanding the next time a person treats you. Do it in little doses, until you are good at it. Practice makes perfect.
  7. Evening routine. I highly recommend that you take a few minutes before you go to bed to reflect upon your day. Think about the people you met and talked to, and how you treated each other. Think about your goal that you stated this morning, to act with compassion towards others. How well did you do? What could you do better? What did you learn from your experiences today? And if you have time, try one of the above practices and exercises.
These compassionate practices can be done anywhere, any time. At work, at home, on the road, while traveling, while at a store, while at the home of a friend or family member. By sandwiching your day with a morning and evening ritual, you can frame your day properly, in an attitude of trying to practice compassion and develop it within yourself. And with practice, you can begin to do it throughout the day, and throughout your lifetime.

This, above all, with bring happiness to your life and to those around you. 

You can use these wise words anyway you like and combine it with whatever path you have, I know it works because I am not the angry person I was 15 years ago.

Namaste Beautiful Ones


Trees



“As I stepped through them I felt altered. The energy of the two Milkwoods held another time in a web between them. A wave of peace descended and prayers arose, my words incense into the beyond"

There have been a few trees in my life that have aided my words to Great Spirit. Trees exist in a another time portal, have breathed more air than I have, stood rooted and drunk the earths history. Silently holding, their Spirit of a fine ancient quality. Even saplings hold something, they come from the ancients. Have been here on our Space Ship Gaia before us...Those who know me well send me photos from afar of various trees that they KNOW will make me just want to sink into them.

A few years ago in deep contemplation I was wandering through Lourensford Park in Somerset West amazed at my good fortune at being there and said quietly “It does not get better than this” I stopped in my tracks, this statement did not ring true. I rephrased this to “It does get better than this” and it does and it did. This has led me to being so trusting of when I feel what I felt that day between those old oaks and this morning’s Milkwoods. That I pay attention, stop to feel instead of hurrying along. I KNOW that the words that streamed out of me have been heard... and I know of the miracles that Are.

(In honour of these Beings – please also follow this link and go visit Platbos Nature Reserve, now there are some OLD ones there)