Sunday, December 21, 2014

21,december, feltwhisperer

Winter has swallowed us, taken us deep. In the chill of ice, trees stand stark as bones, the land is cold iron, frost slows all movement so Gaia is still as death. Only the brilliant stars in the black sky remember the rhythms of earth as they wheel through the night. All is connected. As stars bloom and die, as flowers fall to seed, as bone becomes nurturing ground, the wheeling universe lives in its Beauty and pattern. We are stardust, born of the Great Goddess, and in her is all hope. Even in the most severe terror of darkness and cold that Kali brings, the Spark flares again to ignite the perfect miracle of life. When all seems lost, the mystery of the universe begins to lift us into light and renewal once more.
— Rose Flint © Mother Tongue Ink 2013, excerpted from We'Moon 2014 p.179
Happy holidays for everyone



Sunday, November 30, 2014

31,November 2014 ,I survived the night

Messenger

"The only way to keep a gift alive is to pass it along."


by Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.

Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—

          equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.


Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?

Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
          keep my mind on what matters,

which is my work,


which is mostly standing still and learning to be
          astonished.

The phoebe, the delphinium.

The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,



which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart

          and these body-clothes,

a mouth with which to give shouts of joy

          to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,

telling them all, over and over, how it is

          that we live forever.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

8,november first snow

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

Book of Hours, I 2


R.M Rilke


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

21, October autumn

Art makes life bearable. It isn't a luxury. Like our capacity for understanding, and our experience of love, it is a vitally important part of life.
Gillian Pederson Krag

Monday, October 20, 2014

Adios Chile,back home In the north ,20 October 2014

Feeling grateful after a wonderful felt adventure in Chile.

Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu. (A person is a person because of other people.)

African Proverb


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Los Andes,Chile 12 octobre 2014

"The best spiritual instruction is when you wake up in the morning and say, 'I wonder what's going to happen today.' And then carry that kind of curiosity through your life."
Pema Chödron 

Friday, October 10, 2014

10 October 2014,primavera en Chile

Being in South America,Chile
Very warm welcome
Soft friendly people
Open

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío
y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets