viernes, 21 de enero de 2022

Ephemeral grace

 






The words ephemeral grace come to mind... The presence I sense from which this emerges from mysterious realms of creative consciousness is deep and strong and fluid, and powerful while ephemeral and mysterious.  

The images.  There was a dream several nights ago of a red eagle feather, the image has been with me for days.  A solitary image presented from a vast dark field of dream. 

There was the voluntary death of the moth who plunged into the ceremonial candle flame on the eve of the birthday of trees, or did she just fly to close to the light?

This morning there was a very different death of a young dove, as a result of an inadvertent accident while pruning, throwing her from her home into the jaws of a very quick streetwise beloved black dog... And, now, her sister dove, saved from a similar fate, is now being cared for in a cage in the home of native dancers and laborers, neighbors for years.  My balloons, bright mirrored glass candle holders and handmade paper flowers have been known to become adornment on their altar for the Saints, for the Virgen... And so I can feel my prayers get loft with theirs. The mother-grandmother loves to care for nest-fallen doves.  She is good at it...  

In an instant, everything changed by the shaking of a single branch, and what was unseen in the limbs of the nopal, intertwined with the leaves of a flowering vine was a home, was a nest for growing and launching into the world... How delicate and strong, and how ephemeral the strength of each moment is.   

Later, as though to register its displeasure with me, an old gnarly spirit of an enormous spreading tapón nopal, cast a large spiney branch against my leg—they have very long spines, only slightly less painful than cardón spines, and are also the most delicious, when cut you can smell their particular earthy green sweet delicately pungent aroma— With great precision, he seemed to be admonishing me, "So you haven't yet learned your lesson"... Oh yes, that one I was in the most violent and gentle way reminded of this morning, that one I have been practicing for a long time...  "Yes! That one. To walk with greater care, yes even greater, and, yes, ALL the time"...

Coming back to dream, the dream of the red eagle feather whose presence has been with me for days.  Deep, strong, intangible, as flight is strong and ephemeral at the same time... as our passage through life... our dance with gravity and levity, powerful, and fleeting... Somewhere between these forces of birth, death, gravity and levity there is healing... it is thick and salty like the red blood we share with our animal cousins, and almost unbearably light,  it flows to the beat of the earth... And everything that exits its form, feeds this dance and is to be loved for its grace, to be honored as an ancestor, as a spirit of place for its generosity and its continued lessons.

sábado, 25 de diciembre de 2021

"Durga"

 









"Durga"
Durga is the primal feminine goddess who was called into existence from the source when the battle between the gods and the demons was all but lost to the demons.  When suddenly, the gods said to themselves, "Oops, we need the manifest feminine, it is the only way if we are to have a chance and win this battle"... And so she came into existence from the source of all creation endowed with all the attributes and powers of the gods, but she came riding into existence on a tiger, with power and love unparalleled.  She defeated the demons with ease and grace, between each one she slew she rested more and more deeply into her love of the truth, into the essence of who she was and from she came.

She is a great teacher to us about demon-slaying, about the power of love, what we love most, for her it was Truth, no demons stood a chance.

She came into focus for me in a dream about a week or so ago, and knowing consciously nearly nothing, other than she was a powerful Hindu goddess, today I looked up, and I understood!  I understood, she is the power we, I need to sum up to battle in our depths, our most fearsome demons.