Sunday, June 30, 2013

Fractured Fairy Tale #2: The Willow Tree

Once Upon a Time a Gentle Girl sat under her favorite Willow Tree. She Loved how the Branches waved in the Breeze, how they fell Gracefully to the ground and how they Hid her from the World.

She was a Gentle Girl. Kind to Plants and Animals, she wouldn't even harm a Spider. She Cried for days when she saw her friends intentionally Destroy an Ant Hill and then stomp to Death those ants trying to get away.

Yes, she Loved her Willow Tree. She would lay under the Shelter of the Branches and Dream of Unicorns and Princes on White Stallions rescuing her from a Family where being Gentle and Kind was not the norm.

Thank goodness for the Respite of the Willow Tree!

One day after School, she ran Happily to the Willow Tree and it was gone! She stood in Disbelief gazing upon the bare Stump left by the Brutal Tree Killers.

And so Once Upon a Time a Gentle Girl turned Bitter and Angry. She Screamed her loudest Scream, and as she did the Skies Darkened and Thunder rolled and Lightening lit up the Skies. The Animals and Insects ran out of fear. Flowers Withered and Ponds dried up. And unfortunately the Great Sorrow and Ultimate Destruction of the Gentle Girl overshadowed the Message of the Willow Tree.

The Gentle Girl, now turned Bitter and Angry, could not Hear the Willow Tree say, "I had a Disease and had to be Cut back so I could Grow again. I am still your Refuge; I am still here for you; I am just Different right now!"

No, the Gentle Girl, turned Bitter and Angry, could not accept what she saw as Betrayal and was such a Mean Girl she was sent away to live with her Grandma.

Years later and Once Upon A Time, a Gentle Girl discovered the Willow Tree and Crawled under the Branches. The Willow Tree Breathed a Gentle Sigh and the Gentle Girl Dreamed of Unicorns and Princes on White Stallions.

The End!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Fractured Fairy Tale #1

Once Upon a Time in the Wee Hours of the Morning a Crone laid in her Bed Listening to the Darkness.

In the Wee Hours of the Morning before the sweet first rays of Sunlight; while the Stars were still Glittering in the Dark Skies; and while Creatures large and small were still sleeping; in those Wee Hours of the Morning a Crone Listens but no Sounds come.


Until She goes deep Inside and begins to open Doors of her Heart!

She walks through the first Door and Watches as her Mom, age 14, gives Birth to her in the Attic room of her Grandmother's Cottage by the Sea.

Only the Waves crashing against the Rocks and the Cry of an Owl announce the Arrival of a Baby Girl! The Crone's Mother did not make a sound, but shed a Tear for this Baby Girl and Herself; never to be connected again.

In the Wee Hours of the Morning the Crone closed Door 1 and Locked it.

Still no Sounds from the Darkness.

But a Vision appeared! A Cord, thick and Pulsating grew from her Naval Traveling to the Mother she never Knew; Connecting to the Naval of her Mother; traveling and Connecting to her Mother and her Mother and so on way into the Past.

Connecting All Women until ultimately Connecting to the Naval of the Goddess!

And the Crone Realized at that moment that the Sound of Darkness is the Lullaby sung by Mother Goddess.

In the Wee Hours of the Morning; the Crone Sleeps Listening to the Sound of her own Heartbeat: The Lullaby of the Goddess!

Blessed be!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

"You think I'm done?" said Gaia!

So as much as I wanted to just hang out in the AC this morning I was guilted into putting on my tennis shoes and going for a walk. A very dear friend of mine, Riley, responded to my whine on facebook saying, "Go for your walk. You might hear something."

So for a walk I went. I decided that I would just walk the path to the Lake for 30 minutes since it was almost totally in the shade. It became like a Labyrinth and my kinetic meditation took over as I walked over and over a path that is very familiar.

The first thing that caught my eye as I was rounding the bend about 5 minutes into my walk was this:

I remembered that for so long this had been a dead branch just sticking up in the ground and now there was a shoot of growth from her side!

I walked on and before I realized it my eyes were drawn to:

I was called to pause and study this small pine tree trying to grow between the hard stones firmly embedded in the soil.

As I walked I remembered being in Iceland and walking on the Lava Field and there nestled in a hole in the hard lava was a sweet beautiful flower.

Gaia said,

"You think I'm done?"

"I am never ever done!"

"I am never ever done with anything I create!"

"And that includes my precious human children!"

As children of the Creatress we loose sight of that fact. We question if there is anything else left for us to do. We become disabled and wonder how our New Normal could be anything but devastating. We loose our job, our home, and our animals and we can not imagine that anything new or different will come out of it all.

Goddess is never ever done. She has the power to bring new life out of that which seems dead and hard and dry. She has the magic to blossom within a lava field, out the side of a dead branch and pushing up throw a stone garden!

She will do amazing things with all of her children if we are but open to her seeds, her water and her nutrients! She has much left to do with each of us!

Blessed be!