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Tuesday, 18 August 2015

The Becoming that was... that is Summer



After Vision Quest Camp I was clear about the path I needed to walk this summer…it was to be a season of quiet solitude. Closing the circle around my heart; keeping it small and quiet. I made minimal plans, focusing on my little family, my marriage and my Self.
 

Going into Vision Quest I heard the whispering calling to me to follow this road less traveled.


I am a social girl, always have been. But as I grow, as I transform, as I become again and again and again, it would seem that my social ways are shifting to a more select way of living. No longer am I seeking out friends and friendships as much as I desire sisters and sisterhood.



So within this choice many things came my way.

It was like the space I created by making my heart world small actually made the world around me expand.

Possibilities thrived and dreams grew.


Remnants of my being, those small pieces of my once broken psyche had a chance to reluctantly come to the surface. Small but fierce where these pieces of me. Long over due to be taken into the sacred garden of my heart and be loved on by my higher-self. One in particular made me smile…a feisty little thing. Birthed during a time of adolescent angst when I made the declaration that I did not care anymore…I was around 15, frustrated and disconnected. She got me through with that feist, only now, in this season of my life, the fear from which she was birthed needed to be healed.



I know, deep within the marrow of my bones, she would never have surfaced if I had not given space to her healing, and my continued becoming…



Even when one does the deepest healing work, some residue clings for dear life, afraid of the change that the healing might bring…what will it mean? who will I be without the fight, the struggle, the suffering… will I matter? will I just fade away? will I no longer be? and if I do come our of this, who will I be?



She struggled with the love at first, she made me laugh…not in a mocking way, but because she was a child, a child unable to see beyond her childish sight and I joyfully gave her the vision of how things are now…without the fear. You see I want her feisty nature, I can still use it…I still want it…just not the fear…no thanks to the fear.



In the quiet it was revealed to me that I was not here to “make things happen”… I was told directly to Try Less and Trust More… I was guided to give to my self all that I have given to others the last couple years….sounds easy enough right? Honestly, it took me almost 3 weeks to find a steady rhythm within this sacred medicine.

Medicine Bag custom made by Susan Ferguson of WindRock Studios
The last two years have been big for me… big beyond words and there were pieces of me still trying to catch up and integrate, while other parts of me are wondering why  and what’s up with all the “rearranging of the furniture!!!!” Transformation takes time, integration 
sometimes even longer…

it is the process and everything is process.



She said to me “You have the strength of the Oak Tree….may you also have the flexibility of The Willow. Do not go back to your all or nothing ways, stay in the mud, do not put back on the comfortable clothing. This newness can be a whole new landscape, where it is not either or…no bargaining, no sacrifice…more fluid, while standing on an equal foundation.”


And so I let the winds of change breeze right on by as I stood strongly rooted in the sacred space that was me, and yet I was flexible, allowing the transformation to take shape within and around me…I was gently returning to Self and I prayed that Mother Earth would continue to keep me grounded in the gentle ways of deer-travelling lightly thru the forest as I returned. And I prayed that Father Sky would gently release me with grace 
as I pulled my wings close to land.



And then there was the marriage…a marriage that was strong in foundation and spirit…yet even within that truth needed attention. Many things looked over lacking the attention they needed as we grew a boy into a young man through the darkness of his mind…a marriage that needed tending acknowledgment. Old habits needed to be laid to rest and language needed to die…

time to re-birth this union into something new.

Who were we at this season of our union?

Who did we want to be?




For these answers and more I embarked on a journey into Chapter 5 of  Women Who Run with The Wolves…”Hunted-When the Heart is a Lonely Hunter”


“In wise stories, love is seldom a romantic tryst between two lovers. For instance, some stories from the circumpolar regions describe love as a union of two beings whose strength together enable one or both enter into communication with the soul world and to participate in gate as a dance with life and death.”


“…love does not mean a flirtation or a pursuit for simple ego-pleasure, but a visible bond composed of the psychic sinew of endurance, a union which prevails through bounty and austerity, through the most complicated and most simple days and nights. The union of two beings is seen as “angakok” magic in itself, as a relationship through which “the powers that be” become known to both individuals.”

In an ever ebbing and flowing relationship death must have her share….we cannot Love without our illusions of love dying…we cannot Love without our superficial expectations dying…in Love, psychically, 
everything becomes picked apart.


Illusion

Expectation

Greed

Beauty….must die.


“When one commits to love, one also commits to the revivification of the essence of Skeleton Woman and all her teachings….”


Thus I found myself untangling…once again…the mystery of The Skeleton Woman…sitting in amongst her bones re-learning patience, observing the process, embracing the beauty of the unknown and learning, once again to love that which is not so beautiful.



In my own words, Skeleton Woman represents the deeper aspects of life…in this case Love. Can we…can I be willing to allow death and challenge to continually rub up against my Love relationships as a way of strengthening them as opposed to the depleting and damaging choice to always insist on everything being “happy ever after” – without the expectation of tranquility only??? If I allow transformation-which always includes death-I allow a deepening of the love…the commitment. Not allowing death will cause my Love to starve and not thrive to it’s full potential. The challenge is to turn around and face death and begin to move with her, as opposed to running against or away from her. Without death there can be no life. Love requires sacrifice, bravery and commitment. True, long-lasting Love asks of me to take courage, to go the distance, to enter into the deep waters….deep dark waters. And I was forced to ask myself can I do this? Yes is my answer again and again..for this I know..we are both strong individuals…both of us clear on who we are and how we want to live this life…we would be fine without one another, but we are better together. That is a truth I know and trust; and this Truth calls me to accept any fears that I do have and allow them to be what they need to be, to sit with them, love them, cry over them, breath into them and over time heal them.



Within this untangling and reassembling shifts have happened, those shift that you cannot put your figure on and yet you see then, feel them, know them. I said to a sister it was like our relationship is growing up…yes maturing, taking responsibility for itself and thriving


As my Self integrated my heart’s desire made its voice clear…

I don’t want to do what

I am told to do

I want to do what

I am meant to do



I don’t want to do what is

polite or politically correct

I want to do what is

honest and real



I don’t want to live

to fit in

I want to live

to be uncommon



I don’t want to live

to make others happy

I want to live in a way

that causes my heart

to burst with Joy



My heart was not the only one to speak to me this summer…many a visit from many a guide…loud whispers, clear voices, sometimes just showing up with no words, just presence…Bear came and told me, “Move slowly with Intention. Be willing to be lead. Be willing to follow…be still.” Owl called to me from the forest by a lake and said “Trust. Spread your wings wide and Allow. Be Open to what is coming…be still.”



Through all of it…through this process of becoming I hear these words…

I create harmony in my life through 
Love and Acceptance



The journey continues…becoming is never ending…

Life is a wonderful mystery as is The Creator and all that lives in the heavens and on the earth below.

I am a mystery…as are you…

What a wonderful thing to be…



If you are still with me, share with me the mystery that is you…

What is the mystery, within your Self?



Love and Light Lovelies




“The wound is the place where the light enters you” - Rumi

Friday, 20 September 2013

Bear and I...

This  is when I first saw him....
a cub with his young mother
She had come into the fields with him
to protect him for the other male bears
who are know to kill the make cubs
in order to protect their territory.


It was fall
and his size led me to believe he had been a late cub
His mother seemed young
and inexperienced.
The Puppy Prince and I had been walking 
on one of  the many dykes
when he began to bark
All I saw was the bench up ahead
and thought him to be  doing his nervous puppy routine
but as I approached where the bench was
I saw, to my complete joy
the rear of a bear going into the black berry bush
Upon coming closer
I realized there was something else
in the tree
under the bush
a cub
The Mother joined him in the tree as we past
Logically
I knew one should be scared
but I was not
infact
I was thrilled as I had my camera with me
and my trusty hound
whom had caused the young mother
to take her cub and herself to the tree.
This is how I knew she was young
because mature bears have a way of looking at dogs
that say
"Really?"

That was two years ago...
Last summer my husband
in his bike travels
saw the two of them
again roaming the farm lands
an area rich with berries
and the water ways rich with fish.
I did not see them
But when he came home
with numerous stories of their sighting
I could not help but believe it was them
my mother and cub from the fall before.
*
But then there was one....
towards the end of summer
the young male was on his own.
I do not know what happened to the mother
What I do know is that he took of residence
in my church... 
right down this pathway...


in the land of Coyote...


 Eagle...

Heron...

of Beaver and Duck
and many other creatures of the air.

It is a land of deep magic and beauty,
so I was not surprised
at his return.
It was on one of my early morning runs
with the Puppy Prince
when I became re-acquainted with him.
I had seen something in the cranberry field
just on the other side of the water way
by which I ran.
I thought is was a black garbage bag
but as I grew closer
I realized it was him...
sitting at the side of the field
enjoying a breakfast of cranberries. 
100 meters of water sat between us
as we looked at each other for a few moments
Oh and was it a moment....
until the Puppy Prince ran back to my side
wondering what the hold up was
and caught sight of the bear.
He then proceeded to bark
which was enough annoyance 
for the bear to cut his breakfast short and walk
further into the feild
away from the noisy creature
on the other side of the water, up the bank.
I saw him every morning for just over a week...
Somethings we would wake him up from his bed
deep in the black berry bushes
or sometimes we would see him lumbering in the feilds
staring his day with some berries.
One morning I even saw him walking with Coyote
that was curious!
They were walking side by side and at one point
after Coyote has spotted me
they touched noses.
When I returned home 
I searched the internet for any information
on Coyotes and Bears cohabitating
there was no such information
only old First Nations Legends about
Coyote and Bear
*
And then one day
he was gone
heading in to the mountain
for winter
and his long sleep
as I hoped and waited for his return...


Over the summer
I heard talk of him
from those I would meet on the dyke
Either I had just missed him
or we had retreated when meeting someone on the trail
who said he was ahead.
Not once did I get a glimpse of him
even though I was readily seeking him out.
After coming home from our summer trip
I headed down one early moring
with camera in hand
hoping to get a glimpse of my Bear...

There was plenty of "signs"
that he was there
All along the dyke
bear crap
and let me tell you
they were big
leading me to believe that my boy had grown
to a healthy size. lol

Now I know you might be wondering
how could I know if it was the same bear
well
because I went to where he had made 
one of his sleeping spots
in the Black Berry Bushes
and sure enough
a trail had been mowed down
by a body larger than a dog
down into the bushes
with his"marking" around it.
This is what convinced me it was him
and that he had returned.

But still
no sign of him....
But I was not to be disappointed for long.
The very next day
at 6am
on a Monday morning
the Prince and I were down for a run
as the sun was just stretching up over the mountains
and the fog was holding on to the earth
there he was
about 250 meters in front of us.
He had seen us
before we saw him and was retreating into the fog
away from the human and her dog
It was magic and mysterious
as I could not see him fully clearly, 
but could make out his massive shape through the fog.
I could see as he would pause and turn his head 
to check where we were
before lumbering on
towards the fork in the path.
The Prince had not year spotted him...
too excited to be out and about
taking care of morning business
which was good
as I did not want his barking to startle
or aggravate Bear.
We kept a safe distance from behind
stopping to sit on a bench
as I watched which path he would take,
all the while
the fog slowly lifting
making visibility that much clearer.
It was then The Prince noticed him
and began to bark
Bear stopped and gave him one of "those" looks
the barking fell silent
We watched as he disappeared down the bank
into a watering hole used by the Prince himself
Steadily we moved foward
just in time to see Bear
swimming to the other side of the waterhole
and go up the bank
disappearing into the tall grass
into the field on the other side...
What a treat
What a moment
The images with forever be in my mind
no camera to still shot it
but sometimes
that is not meant to be
the magic
not meant to be captured...

I went back the next morning
but only to find this left behind...
He is gone now
not even markings to remind us
that he was there
He has retreated into the mountains
Getting ready for his big sleep, 
after a summer of fattening himself up
with the bounty of the land.
*
I am ever so grateful to have had this morning with him
and I look forward to his return
Until then
I take with me the wisdom Bear gives
-nourishing self care
-restoration of body
-rested health during a season of quiet
-strength, confidence, leadership
-deep healing
-solitude in spirit
-grounding
*

Thus ends my story of Bear and Me 
What animals have touched your spirit
my lovelies?

Love and Light