Like mist slowly stretching itself through a vast forest where lichen and mushrooms grow, she pervades the very air we breathe. She is in the blades of grass bending to the will of the wind. She is the feathers that fall from winged’s perched high in the treetops, the earthworm that burrows between the winding rooted road of a tree. She is the tree, the earthworm, the winged, the grass, the wind, the soil.
Here we are, stepping towards that threshold of a new year, where days, weeks, and months reach their apex and symbolically present us with a doorway. A liminal gap in the fabric of time where we offer up to the fires of change something we hope to let go of, to help die or transmute. Previous ways of being in the world, former relationships, old beliefs all become yule logs welcoming both the darkest night and the simultaneous birthing of the sun. For it's out of darkness that light is born.
"As dreams are the healing songs from the wilderness of our unconscious -- so wild animals, wild plants, wild landscapes are the healing dreams from the deep singing mind of the Earth." - Dale Pendell
Pressed next to my hip, stretched out lengthwise with her silky fur and lean body sandwiched into the purple arm rest of my chair, my aptly named underworld feline, Beelzebub, sleeps. She lets out soft little meows, and her paws expand and contract, extending and retracting her finely sharpened claws. She’s dreaming. Wandering through the subterranean world of a collective unconsciousness. What she is dreaming about is as much a mystery to me as what I am dreaming about is to my partner. She is tuned into the larger psyche of the earth just as I am. Her dreams, whatever they may be, rise from and inform the unique shape she lives into this world.
There is a Greek myth that tells the story of how the Goddesses and Gods came to be. In the beginning, the Goddesses and Gods were joined as one entity. They were a part of one another, as a child is a part of a mother's body when still nestled inside the womb. In fact, they couldn't be any closer. One of the only inabilities they had was not being able to see the other with their own eyes. For, you see, they were pressed back to back, joined as one entity looking out in opposite directions.
“Beauty and seduction are Natures tools for survival because we protect what we fall in love with. It opens our hearts and makes us realize we are a part of Nature, that we’re not separate from it. When we see ourselves in Nature it also connects us to each other because it’s clear that it’s all connected and one. When people see my images a lot of times they’ll say “Oh - My - God!” Have you ever wondered what that meant? The “Oh” means it caught your attention. It makes you present, makes you mindful. The “My” means it connects with something deep inside your soul. It creates a gateway for your inner voice to rise up and be heard. And "God"… God is that personal journey we all want to be on. To be inspired. To feel that we’re connected to a Universe that celebrates life.” - Louie Schwartzberg, TED Talk
“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.” - Rumi, Birdsong
Stepping into a frozen paddock with the Sun gently glimmering through streams of Clouds, all three geldings lifted their heads and began making their way towards me. Luca stepped into a light trot with his beautiful white mane tossing about in the crisp morning air. Striding along a still snow-laden ground, they made their way to me. We greeted each other, welcoming in a new day in a new year.
We have reached that time of year where the seasonal shift can be felt in the texture and temperature of the air, the smell of Pine trees readying themselves for Winter, the colors of the leaves morphing like a Chameleon, and the rising and setting of the
Sun. That golden Star bathing the Earth with light and warmth begins its yawning ascent at later hours of the morning, and retires below the horizon earlier in the evening.
"Wonder is part fascination, part ability to believe in things as they are, part willingness to be confused, even devastated at times, by the epic mysteriousness of ordinary things." - Stephen Jenkinson, Die Wise
I woke this morning to journey out to the horses before the Sun ever began its sharp and vibrant dance across the Sky. Driving along the darkened streets with but a few others passing by, I rested in the silence that morning brings. Life is still wrestling with the Angels of the Dreamworld, descending even deeper into Psyche's realm of limitless possibility where Mystery orchestrates a Great Remembering of who we are through archetype, symbol, color, word and song. The little Birds rested along the limbs of the Trees while the Owls finished their nightly trek, absorbing the last of the moonlight into their velvety feathers.
"Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled-- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world." ~ Mary Oliver
"We are children counting grains of sand at the seashore... The impact of that realization forces a deep humility." ~ Stephen Harrod Buhner
When was the last time you played? Really played? Do you even know what it means to play, anymore? Can you remember a time when you were younger, where all of life was an opportunity to imagine, to connect, and to create? And if you do play, who do you play with? Other humans? Your dog? Your cat? Your goldfish?