In my quiet, reflective times I can allow myself to feel the depth of my grief for all that is happening, in the world right now. Through this I can find fuel to bring forth action- to, hopefully, balance and work towards peace for all beings and the healing of our Beautiful Home, Earth. It is so easy to fall into distraction and I truly feel that systems are set up for us to fall, in this way- choosing complacency. Nourishing traditions can be key to stepping out of complacency and into an awareness that informs and springs us into action to where every thought, word or action is fueled by an understanding of the powerfully deep medicine we can carry and share.
I stumble with my writing, telling myself that I am not good enough.. Well this inner voice, if it has its way will crumble me down to nothing, and then what am I good for? I am writing because I know that if I set forth and do it, and stumble through it, I will get better and I may get good- but the best part about it is that I am nurturing my creative potential and feminine prowess.
when my heart whispers to be still
to experience with my full body
i am learning to listen.
that connection of wingtip an inch
from glassy surface of ocean under swell
water and bird and i are one
hearts entwined through grace
that precious moment
we are alive
Linda C Moore
Point Reyes Seashore 2012
I feel nourishment is key to finding balance and integration. Those stolen moments of Radical self-care keep us fueled and self-aware for the work at hand. This solo reflective time, free from judgement, can nurture our awareness, leading us to healthy choices and artful/creative expression, can fill us so we have energy for our family, friends and the life's work that we do. We can honor this inward journeying through The Great Mystery with a guide who listens, honors and respects the process we are journeying through- with the understanding that the True guidance is from within our own hearts. Our nourishment can be beautifully steeped within community- in the form of a group retreat, feast of friends and foods, hike or Council. Or more quietly walking with a friend, sharing visions and dreamings- speaking them out for another to listen to, so our voice can reflect back to us, giving a new perspective.
A friend recently shared her experience of attending a 'wellness retreat day' where many women of many different cultures came together to tend to and care for women who have come to this country from their own war-torn beloved country. She does intense work with teen refugees and told me that for that three hours she let everything fall and relaxed into the warmth of a community of women caring for each other and themselves. Coming together in these ways, we can honor the grief and joy of our precious lives, rekindling our inner fires, and we need that, more than ever, for these times.
This afternoon, the sun on the back porch lulled me to sit, basking, for a few moments. At first, as I sat down, the dogs pounced me for attention. As I scratched and calmed them I began to hear the birds in their afternoon callings, a few moments pass and I begin to hear something else....much like the wind swaying the Douglas Firs, but I look up and they are calm. I sit and the dogs lay at rest, the only sounds are the quieting of our movements, and the birds and... the Creek! the sound I had begun to understand was the Beautiful Waters that run through the back of this land I am caring for. I listened, leaning in to the sound, like sweet music to my heart and for a few precious moments I am truly here, in this moment and I bask in this- Thank YOU Sun for the invitation I needed today- then a dog paw on my lap. ..."time for a walk?"...ahhhh, yes- I can do that. I have come to find, for myself, that a few moments like this are much more attainable than a well planned adventure. I Love the both, but with the work I do, most often the 'well planned adventure' will go to the back burner. hmmm.
Are you, like me, feeling the pull... and ready to step more deeply into the soil of rich loam, celebrating the Earthly cycles of life, in a village, to remember a time where we didn't have to work so hard to uncover the layers of patriarchy to know who we are? To a time of great rising of the Feminine. I feel the time is so perfectly now and we are rising in a strength, rising in Gentle Magnificent Power.
...when you lean in to your dreamings, do you feel the path that your feet are now on? What nourishes you and feeds your inner fires to stay on this path? Do you have a sweet, daily Tradition or maybe an Honoring that aligns with the Lunar cycles &/or Seasonal Cycles of the Wheel of the Year? Do you nurture your Dream Time as you nurture your Beloved?