Muladhara

(I wrote this poem a few years ago for a poetry class at the U of Arizona.  Was looking for something else on my computer this morning and came across it.  Seemed appropriate for today–the first day of Scorpio, the sign of my birth.  Muladhara, for those who do not know, is the “root chakra” in yoga (Sanscrit).  This poem is about my symbolic associations to that energy center.)

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Warm snakes in black caldron

Their broth, my blood…

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Red fire dances madly–

Ignites orange wheels of passion

Obsidian stakes dive deep

Into the ground.

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Root channel, source of all energy

Fierce Goddess Power

Dark, darker, darkness

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Persephone’s Journey

Begins with you–

Serpent Mother Magic

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Kali Pele Shiva Shakti

Dance of DEATH before CREATION

Mystery Keeper’s Secret Weaver–

Dragon grows in deepest lair…

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(acrylic panting “Muladhara Chakra” by the author–original canvas has black feathers hanging on black satin ribbon along the bottom edge.)

Soggy Dreams

This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home).  I thought I’d post it over here, too.  Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…

 

There’s some kind of mysterious

Recipe I’m seeking…

For a magical home

In a dream I’m dreaming….

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Nature and people

And beauty and climate.

Work prospects, culture,

Politics, excitement.

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There are so many elements

I’m trying to consider–

When planning for home

In Hither or Thither…

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I no longer believe

That perfection exists.

Everywhere has compromise;

Reality persists.

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I’m really not sure

Which conditions I’ll choose,

But I must find home soon…

I can sure feel the fuse

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Lit in my heart,

Burning through my body…

“Make a choice now,” it says,

Or your dreams will get soggy.

 

 

Dolphin Love

I spent two months on the Big Island of Hawaii in November and December 2012 and spent the week of 12/21/12 (including the solstice) swimming off the Kona coast with a pod of wild dolphins.  It was the most magical, intense, wonderful, and joyful experience of my life.  Since that week I dream about dolphins regularly, including last night.  I think I am meant to work with them in a healing capacity–taking people to do dolphin-art-yoga retreats, perhaps.  Since, professionally, I am a therapist/healer/artist/yoga instructor and spending time with dolphins naturally opens one’s heart (and thus is healing), I think this is a beautiful idea.  Until I manifest that possibility, however, I am left with a fountain of appreciation flowing from my heart to the dolphins (dolphriends!) that inspires me to write little whimsical poems and create playful art.

Little dophin

In the sea-

Thinking of you

Uplifts me

How you dash

Flip and twirl

Makes me smile

My heart swirl

So much joy

So much love

With you in my life

I am above

The sorrow and fear

The woes of the day

In the o c e a n depths

We splash and play

Thank you for

The gifts you bring

Simply by swimming

And doing your thing

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(Seed bead mosaic by the author)

Diary of a Mystic Gypsy, Take I

Part One:  TODAY

What a gift to be living in a little cabin in the Pacific NW where I can have a the door open and a fire going at the same time.  It’s so peaceful.

Soothing.

I love it!

But, in the broad scheme of things:  the town here is pretty sleepy…

Still, aren’t there just so many incredible places in the world?

Choosing a place to live is like being asked what part of myself is the most important aspect.  What part do I really want to grow and develop and where physically would that be most supported?  I’m so diverse, it’s hard to say what part I most want to develop.  I really want to live in nature, but I want community near by.  I like a climate that is warm, AND I also like to feel a bit chilly at times.  I like the beach and forests.  I like the mossy NW gardens and the tropical Hawaiian ones. I like the perpetual springtime of southern California (but not so much the dryness).  I also love the classic seasons of the North Carolina mountains but there I miss the sea.  I want a good source of potential patients–people who may be interested in and receptive to my gifts…given at my highest and most easeful, fun, and creative level.  I also want a place where I can feel inspired to make art, write, and grow my own food.  And I want interesting, fun, conscious, and loving people to interact with socially and professionally.  Sometimes I think I want to ski above all else.  “That will make me happy.”  Other times, I think swimming with dolphins is the greatest thing I could possibly imagine.  I dream of dolphin-assisted therapy and dolphin-art-healing retreats. Eventually, I envision starting a nonprofit related to art + nature + healing and kids.  And then I think “just loving”, which can be done anywhere, is all that matters.  Probably where I am isn’t nearly as important as I think it is.  Mine is a journey of inner discovery that I am simultaneously taking externally, it seems.

Really, I’m guess I’m looking for a place where I can feel that I am embodying my highest self, whatever that is or could be.  (Though one might reasonably ask, “Is it really up to the place to do that?”.)

At the moment I feel calm and supported, peaceful and happy.  I am grateful for the rest.  I am also grateful for the journey.

I think I may be home…for now, 

though I’m beginning to discover that perhaps I never left ..♥..

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