Taking to Heart

I've been reading an interview in this month's "The Sun" magazine between Alice Luterman and Kim Rosen.  "Written On The Bones, On Reclaiming The Ancient Power Of Poetry."  It has taken me two days to read it because I've savored every word.  I would like to crawl into that conversation, not to say anything, really, but to hear the voices.

It would be so satisfying to type the whole interview for you.  But, I won't.  Go purchase or borrow the magazine.  This interview is worth the whole year's subscription.

To me a good poem is like a sacred mind-altering substance: you take it into your system, and it carries you beyond your ordinary ways of understanding. ---Like a shaman's drum, the beat of a poem can literally entrain the rhythms of your body: your heartbeat, your breath, even your brain waves, altering consciousness.


This explains why I reach for the embrace of my dear friend, Hafiz.  Opening The Gift, and more recently, God Is Laughing, which (for the moment) I cannot locate, brings me joy, insight, and brings me quickly to God/Spirit as Hafiz.  It is as though Spirit is then speaking directly to me, infusing me with first, a lightheartedness, and second, a direct-line to The Creator.

Learning a poem by heart... is a mutual relationship in which you let yourself be changed and healed.  The ancient Tibetans used to call it "writing on the bones."  They couldn't read or write, so they passed down the Buddha's teachings by memory.  They knew that taking these teachings into themselves was a bodily experience.

Hafiz, Luna, Emerson and all of my selves are now going out into the fog, over the mountain and down to the Lake.  We are going to get wet and exhausted.  We are going to exalt in this Life.  This Day, which, is a seriously large gift.

Love you.
And thank you for being here, whispering words of love and compassion.  You all are my Beloved teachers.
xoxo
LC

Attention

 Pay Attention.  Life.

Something irrevocable happened this past week at the dog-daycare.  Something tragic, heartbreaking and out of control.  A Big Mistake.  Something life-changing for all touched by it.

I haven't been writing.  Or painting.  I have taken few photos.  My printer is broken, again, and this one is about 2 1/2 hours old, in printer-life.  When I attempt to down-load the photos from the camera the computer says, "Sorry.  No more room for said photos.  Do something."

And I am feeling that the above project is too damn time consuming so I am not doing anything about it until I want to.  Nice.  We know when to be stubborn.

I did, however, make a breakthrough this week.  I spent a day creating an 'object da art,' dried it to the best of my ability, and submitted it to a "member's show."  Yes.  As soon as I am done here, I am going back into my studio to make another one because that was deeply satisfying.

My Life: My creative life, my spiritual life, my family life, my life with dogs, my grandparenting life, my life in the community life, my writing life, my emotional life, my physical life, my singing in the vineyards life, my life with friends life, my life with husband life, my life with myself life... are all one and the same Life.  I am not one way with one aspect, and another with another.  Mostly.

As you know, this is my Luna Dog.  The irrevocable thing included and involved her.  I cannot go into details because I just can't.  I will say that she is okay.  She and Emerson both were traumatized, as was I and Wade and another family.  Because I know that I am not in control of anything, and because I know that there is much more to Life than of which I am aware, I have faith that we all heal.  In time.

Blessings.
xoxoLC