I am deeply moved by your commitment and dedication to Mother Earth Satya. I am going out to bury a love poem to her under a salmon gum tree. Thank you for your inspiration.
I have a farm so the weather is just a part of the day. I love the feeling of rain and snowfall on my face, the way the wind bites, and the sun warms. Thank you for the poem and your dedication to Mother Earth. I often think that if I were near you, I would join you in your meditation there. It seems like such a loving thing you're doing. Warms my heart. Blessings from the U.S. The great Pacific Northwest shares its many joys with me daily. I'm nearly caught up!
Good morning to you, and what a lovely poem to open up to! (It reminds me of my "Bury Me Under a Lilac" title poem. I'll have to dig that up. I think it's on my old computer which is not plugged in right now. https://katherinegotthardt.com/bury-me-under-a-lilac/)
To address your question, I have never been one to avoid my feelings. They were unavoidable, even at a young age. (I'm probably what you call a "highly sensitive person." Some people have called me an "empath." I find that interesting.) I've learned to manage my emotions in a largely unfeeling world. Moods, feelings, emotions, whatever you would like to call them, can't take over forever, just like other entities of our being, such as intellect, logic, spirituality or practicality. It's about balance. We need it to survive as a species.
Back in community college, I took a world religions class. We studied the idea of Tao, the Yin and the Yang, balance and the middle way. On my left ankle, I have a tattoo of a tribal looking sun, a Yin Yang symbol in the center. The entirety is outlined in black, with ample gold around it (albeit it's all faded, and some people ask me if it's an octopus). I told the artist I wanted it to symbolize darkness and light coexisting, with the light always able to shine through.
To me, the light is our spirit or energy or the parts of us that are part of the whole. But as humans, we often forget that light, forget where we come from. This is partially by design so we can evolve in a human form. But we cannot allow ourselves to forget our origins entirely or we lose our humanity.
Denying the darkness has historically not been helpful. But letting it overcome the whole has not been, either. And so we continue in this quest for balance, for coexistence, until we return to the energy from which we came and it begins all over again.
Wow. Okay. I haven't even had coffee. Haha! As I said....good morning!
I’m not sure if I’ve read this piece by Jane, although I subscribe, so thank you for the signpost. This spell of unseasonably cold wet weather has not extended an invitation out to play, but on the walks I have made it’s been exhilarating to experience the rain, the changing light and sound, the reminder that we are not in charge.
I am deeply moved by your commitment and dedication to Mother Earth Satya. I am going out to bury a love poem to her under a salmon gum tree. Thank you for your inspiration.
She says thank you 🌎🤍
I have a farm so the weather is just a part of the day. I love the feeling of rain and snowfall on my face, the way the wind bites, and the sun warms. Thank you for the poem and your dedication to Mother Earth. I often think that if I were near you, I would join you in your meditation there. It seems like such a loving thing you're doing. Warms my heart. Blessings from the U.S. The great Pacific Northwest shares its many joys with me daily. I'm nearly caught up!
Ah, part of your daily bread! It would be lovely if you were closer - you'll just have to join me in spirit - I'll think of you as I sit today x
One of my favorite things to do is walk in the rain without an umbrella!
It's funny how transgressive that sounds - it shouldn't be! Joyous!
This. A gift, a prayer, a blessing (thank you) from an idea made alive! I feel the grateful earth below me. ❤️
I'm glad Deb. Thanks for being here.
Such lovely words! 🙏🏻🌳💗
Good morning to you, and what a lovely poem to open up to! (It reminds me of my "Bury Me Under a Lilac" title poem. I'll have to dig that up. I think it's on my old computer which is not plugged in right now. https://katherinegotthardt.com/bury-me-under-a-lilac/)
To address your question, I have never been one to avoid my feelings. They were unavoidable, even at a young age. (I'm probably what you call a "highly sensitive person." Some people have called me an "empath." I find that interesting.) I've learned to manage my emotions in a largely unfeeling world. Moods, feelings, emotions, whatever you would like to call them, can't take over forever, just like other entities of our being, such as intellect, logic, spirituality or practicality. It's about balance. We need it to survive as a species.
Back in community college, I took a world religions class. We studied the idea of Tao, the Yin and the Yang, balance and the middle way. On my left ankle, I have a tattoo of a tribal looking sun, a Yin Yang symbol in the center. The entirety is outlined in black, with ample gold around it (albeit it's all faded, and some people ask me if it's an octopus). I told the artist I wanted it to symbolize darkness and light coexisting, with the light always able to shine through.
To me, the light is our spirit or energy or the parts of us that are part of the whole. But as humans, we often forget that light, forget where we come from. This is partially by design so we can evolve in a human form. But we cannot allow ourselves to forget our origins entirely or we lose our humanity.
Denying the darkness has historically not been helpful. But letting it overcome the whole has not been, either. And so we continue in this quest for balance, for coexistence, until we return to the energy from which we came and it begins all over again.
Wow. Okay. I haven't even had coffee. Haha! As I said....good morning!
All makes sense. You don't even need coffee 😂 thanks for sharing Katherine & I'm off to read the poem : )
I’m not sure if I’ve read this piece by Jane, although I subscribe, so thank you for the signpost. This spell of unseasonably cold wet weather has not extended an invitation out to play, but on the walks I have made it’s been exhilarating to experience the rain, the changing light and sound, the reminder that we are not in charge.
I love being in the rain (not always, but when I am in the right space) - weather can bring different things than comfort/pleasure.