Friday, March 31, 2023

Hearing where there's silence...

 

Resonances:

 

How can it be…

to be lonely when there’s so many of us here?

Sentient beings crowded upon the surfaces

Of inner and outer space.

 

Standing beside each other,

Yet not heard....

Delicately encountering without choice

the volume of soul echoes that scream out dialogue.

 

Deaf ears deny suffering,

Hearts open like magnolia petals to reveal a scent like sound.

Don’t tell me you can’t feel me,

Or hear my truth. Shut down.

 

The voice shout-whispered it's hauntings

To be decoded….

Not by ear canals, but something beyond silent.

An emotional resonance of brutal acts.

 

It asks me, how can you deny what is truth?

Simply because it’s not pretty,

Slots in neatly,

Square peg to round hole.

 

Riddles of confusion, koans for the spirit voyage,

Keys to remembrance of reptilian brain responses.

Will you touch them kindly,

Or with pharmaceutical shut down hostility?

 

Labotamise my ancestor’s memory alive in me?

Singing the land-wounds,

Through body.

Held stiff and rigid with side effects…

 

Reliefs straight jacket of suppression,

Cos it’s too hard basket

Deep and feeling.

Just like what I hear.

 

Maybe we do have something in common?

We hope to exist through our messages,

To be translated when they wash ashore….

Upon lands… alien, and unbidden.


Disembodied and difficult, language,

Free floating yet trapped.

And you wonder that we shout?

How else can we seek freedom?

Thursday, March 23, 2023

Soothing Rhythms: An Invocation For Mending

 

This be a love song….

From eye, to we to see…

 

Breathe in……………………….

Exhale………….…………………

Belong to what will be……

 

There is no other I, or you,

Nowhere to be found…

Truly miraculous,

We open, at birth, to sound…

 

Wild like the ocean,

Rooted deep to ground…

Curved like a river,

Inner fires abound…

 

I’m not going anywhere,

For I lie beneath my skin….

Lover, Self and Oneness,

We all dwell Within…

 

No need to turn away,

No need to hide in fear….

For I will never hurt me,

To be, I am so dear…

 

For I am love,

Love is me…

Freedom is in my heart,

Ever, the key…

 

There’s nothing to rebel against,

No one to fight….

For I am love, and I am with you,

Always and tonight…

 

For we are one in the same,

The listening and the heard…

The silences we long for,

Resonating beyond hurtful words…

 

I may struggle to be free,

And when you are, there I’ll be…

And I will be you,

And you will be me….

 

For I am love,

Love is we…

Dwelling here on Earth Gaia Mama,

In Divinity….

 

Friday, March 17, 2023

Crafting mends n gatherings on ambles that worx....


 Crafting mends....to see the Plant Echoes of these leaves, imagining each a sentient being, species...moving with the breezes made me smile deeply. After placing some 100s of individual ones onto the silk fabric, and cooking in the cauldron for 3 hours....watching over the flame of the cranked up camping stove from nearby, like a guardian of da flame. Praying that the gas bottle wouldn't blow with me in the she shed...ha ha. Still here. Me, bottle and heart colours in the breezes. Go da hills hoist, I feel it makes things just right...

As did this scarf / shawl ring found on a beach amble...a shell worn with a handy hole through....


Sunday, March 12, 2023

Dandelion......bee-loved and rooted...


 Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) is one of the most bee-loved and well rooted plants. Foragers and herbalists adore this yellow blooming weed, maintainers of many lawns consider it as an invader. The whole plant can be eaten, it's general safety and it's abundance is almost unparalleled. Dancing the lines of food and medicine. Magically, the presence of this resilience, tap root nourishment, and it's flowers determined brightness echoes out...

The leaves are busting with minerals, best extracted in water, or vinegar, type preparations ie. as a tea, or tucker. They are also a diuretic, hence it's French name 'piss-en-lit' or wet the bed, but unlike some pharma diuretics which sap the body of Potassium, it's pattern is otherwise. It thus supports with such signs as edema, water retention and research is being done into its effects on high blood pressure, 

Love a good bed of Dandy greens, mayhaps mixed with other garden foundlings, two poached or fried eggs, lashings of mayo, on toast or straight. My kind of breakfast!

The taproot contains a substance called, 'inulin', not the insulin of diabetic levels, but a prebiotic. Prebiotics feed the guts funky flora (compared to supplements that contain these live 'probiotics') that lead to health. Again tea, or Dandelion coffee, is the best way to access this. Apparently unroasted, if this is the reason you are drinking the coffee (rather than simply for it's rocking liver toning and grounding out abilities), has the higher levels of inulin. Otherwise, roast away. It's also often found blended with Chicory root, which alas doesn't contain the same medicinal potency, but has a yum flavor and is sometimes used to 'pad out'.

To brew a kick ass Dandelion coffee, I boil water in my billy first, literally. Pop a good hand full and a half or two in a saucepan, pour like six cup fulls of water over it (scuse the free balling measurements, that's the way I roll) and bring to the boil. Allow to boil a few minutes, then turn off the heat and let it brew for 5 or so minutes. Add honey, n oat milk or your choice to taste mmmm. Put your feet up, find a good gazing spot and ponder over a cuppa...one of my fav occupations, solo or shared....



Sunday, March 5, 2023

'Rooted' n working to depathologise....HALTSS a bit of a chow down....

I have been told by numerous people in life, 'you're rooted'. Some justified this by using fancy medical language (which has a place, as we all do). As I travel along the path of mending and de-pathologising some of the aspects of my emotions and spirit that have led to this, creativity is a lifeline. It, and earth n water in various forms, have been a path to an identity beyond and into gentler namings. The above piece has held me through some crazy making spaces, keep a stichin' girl...

If you've been told the same, don't believe it's a bad thing. We can open our beautifull hearts, even if it hurts at times, lean into feeling and vulnerability. Its no easy road, but where authenticity touches, so does injoyment and belly laughs shared. We lapse, we make mistakes, but aaahhh the sweet honeycomb taste of small victories. Yesterday a garden bed of a mix of seeds sprinkled, which have been slowly exposed to sunlight and wind, had their first day unprotected with the elements, and did fine. We are alike those seeds...

On a more structural no BS level I recently came across as acronym that I'm finding usefull in my journeying when I feel off, it's HALTSS, and is a series of grounded question /s posed. Are you Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired, Stressed, Sick? How can we nourish these spaces specifically? It's pretty clear, thus memorable, but here we go with a couple of examples.... 

My sleep has been disturbed since reducing anti-psychotic medications over a year ago (Note that tapering psychiatric (or any other) pharma medications, like tai chi, is best done super slow) and I hadn't realized the impacts this was having. Until I received 3 nights of decent rest, and worked with regaining more of a rhythm by very short pharma in combo with herb teas potently brewed. Work in progress, but being tired can make the world turn to shit, basically. Technical term, but if you've experienced sleep deprivation you'll get it. It's basically been used as a form of torture during war times, literally. It can be creatively worked with short term, for sure, artists and mothers have been doing it for eons, but longer term eek. Rest, deep and peacefull....just reading it makes me feel calmer eh? 

I'm all for nana naps...

Anger. Generally I'm a pretty gentle spirit, mayhaps because of that, one of the most challenging emotions for me is this firey feeling. It can do damage, yet is crucial to express safely and release when it comes. Issues in the tissues as the saying goes, what we can't allow to flow out can manifest as dis-ease. Its when it's directed at someone that it becomes a weapon, that usually requires a cooling off period. Currently music is my tool (and kitchen boogies) that pops up in nearly every area of HALTSS as a strategy. Bluetooth headphones are my friends in the now, not everyone nearby wants my DJing. Journalling, getting to say all those things we hold back on and censor, safely can clear em without soul wounding. Another work in progress. Retreat, walk away, put those headphones on, move, pick up a pen girl....

That's probably enough rambling examples from me, gives you an idea or two and possibly more info than you hoped for, but this is how we learn. From each other, folk to folk.....

Thanks for reading....

May loneliness not be your friend, but we all have our moments...working on all-one-ness...

Blessings and good vibes...