I’ve been dipping back into depression and in there I find that I most deeply miss writing, miss the creative conversation I have with myself, the one that reminds me – without waiting for anyone else to say something – that I’ve checked out a bit, and gently supports my arm whilst I get a grip.
It’s been too many years since I practiced – I could still blame this on people and jobs and the rigged world, which asks other priorities of me. That’s a dug in lie, that’s a shallow well, that’s a shunning – there are reasons, yes and the world and the jobs and the people of interest are a part of it. But abdication of responsibility for taking care of this part of self – is slacking. plain, simple, serious infarction.
I’ve done so little today / but taken great joy in it:
2 naps, curled with the cat’s chin in the cup of my palm/dozing openended
plumed the crocosmia plant into a pompadour / raked one pile of leaves
halfassedly turned the compost / fed myself twice
felt sadness and for once didn’t investigate it.
Fires across the northern woods, all day the light here is tinged in pink.
The heat didn’t reach through the haze / such corrupt gratitude
to be glad of the respite even as the larger world is burning.
It’s been an angry Spring.
Actually, if I trace it back, this relationship with anger has always been contentious – harmony and grace are much easier friendships to cultivate, more alluring and seemingly worth the attention.
But sometimes anger finds me, and camps out on the front porch waiting to play, again, like when we were kids and a full raging yahoo was not yet unseemly or inappropriate. Put a cape on that kid and the anger swirls worthy of a superhero’s crusade – it rises, expresses and defends, then morphs into giggles. Simple as that.
These days, anger emails, or texts, in polite missives, it presents persistent sublimation opportunities, using professional language. It never gets to the giggling. Anger is the friend I still want to ditch – I don’t know how to be seen in public with this bright fierceness, blaring embarrassing tendencies, acting out. I judge, and I shut it down.
I’ve developed this whole control thing – which is all well and good for the rest of you, but it means that I’m often fighting with myself, fighting myself, fighting this friend which everybody can see in me anyways, holding it down just beneath the surface as if to drown the fire in a puddle. It feels like no fun.
A friend posted a poem/musing by David Whyte today, saying she’d like to hear it read to her around a campfire, and nominated me to do it. There is a burn ban on since the West is currently going up in smoke, so I spoke the words into a field mic to save them for later.
I needed to read it out loud – I needed to get beyond the “stamping out the brush fire” zone and into the illumination which comes of loving the world and its people, and feeling raw enough grow into that love: All of it – not just the part that is under control.
Listen – how to ask the plants for good medicine.
Oh, this time of year – it gets a bit primeval in the forest where i live – as the blackberries have been stealthily snaking through the underbrush and arcing over the tops of barelimbed branches. Blackberries can take down trees, I’ve seen it. The snow is still visiting in flurries, but the first buds of green are doing their thing, flirting, and the nettles are popping up, kinda saucy-like, from the moss and dank of the forest floor.
Does the forest text? It calls me. It needs not an extended phone call but a short missive to convince me out, this time of year, even in the unrelenting rain, even in the darkening evening. The forest checks in on my timing and I answer – On My Way.
Does the forest Sext? A friend asked: yep. those flirty buds, those saucy nettles, the fungi familiar and foreign, the moss laced arms of trees. Allurement, all of it.
And there is an ancient habit, rising in my chest, going to meet the call. I bring snippers, gloves, my wide open eyes, and a heart that needs spring right now, right now.
Clift’s Notes on the summer solstice 2013
~ Doors are closing, other doors are opening
-> this will require immediate attention to properly manage
+ emotions are super ^ right now
” Do not let the unpredictable currents wash away all that has been built.”
* Disaster by water (Saturn transits Scorpio)
~ Physical body is tuning ^
-. higher standard of health and heart
– purification: mind, physical health, environment
– the immediate purge of the toxic
~ Fear not – learn not to fear the unknown / unaccomplished
-. detox trauma, clear afflictions, resolve karmic debt, remove entanglements, recharge will power
~ The feeling of Drain on emotions and well-being will end
-. renew the deep power (w/in us all)
+ healing energy -. put focus in the beauty
* gratefulness is key: count blessings before hardship
~ mix fire and water: go swimming in the sunshine
-> wash away old neg and raise refresh
= more successful navigation of the changes
* as within, so without
– amysthyst in water
– citrine in sun
– blue kyanite to clear and open the mind
there is no way this might end up –
of rain and leaves
big old pile
of blackberry vines
with prayer flags and trellises
laced between them
scorched and fecund
the replacement blanket
the end of a book
spice whiskey sunset
going down past equinoctal
finally. the balance tipping
The Replacement Blanket
Last August, when the perseids were shooting firecrackers of light across the black bowl, I tucked some friends in at 3am, an act of love made with my favorite brown blanket. They were sleeping sitting up, leaning toward each other on the bench seat from the Yogoman Burning Band’s van, which we’d extricated and placed out on the grass by the merch tent. A Jamboree isn’t complete without an all-nighter, I was reconciled to watch them sleep while I watched the stars. I soon met a man under the meteors who sparked my heart back into life, and we dove into the universal questions. Old friends came by, fresh from the campfires, and we wandered off to greet the dawn – another Joyboree occurring, sharing a cobbled breakfast as the light faded into the forbidden kitchen.
It was glorious, and when I returned to the bench seat the friends were gone, the blanket too. I curled up for two sweet hours of sleep and stumbled into morning just barely. I mourned the loss of my blanket, not enough coffee to shake the shaken feeling. The disappeared friends felt terrible, one of them couldn’t remember in those wee hours, what had become of their shoes, let alone the blanket. The other stopped me, fairly far into the day, when the camps and cars had vanished from the field,
and the recycling bins stood at sentry one after another, full of the weekend’s celebration
and the bags of garbage and the steel poles of the tents dissembled in straight lines
and all of us sun weary and worked out, but still working,
to point out a heap of blanket in the field where the stage was coming down. He retrieved it for me: a handmade patchwork quilt, heavy and damp with the overnight dew. He said: “I thought of you. I prayed that we might find your blanket and I think this might be it.”
I brought it home, strung it out on the line to dry, stared at it as if coming to know a new friend. Trying to understand what I was seeing. All winter the replacement blanket wrapped my lap on the front porch in the rocking chair, we became intimate.
The man I never saw again, the friends I’ve hardly seen since. The blanket and I got cozy and it will stand in for the mysterious loss. The objects that go – stolen or wandered off on their own – they are like pets buried in the side yard of my heart, even when I can barely see them in my mind’s eye they are with me, in spirit.
The Other Shoes
So too it is with shoes, there is a closet in my mind, where my doc martens and Birkenstocks dwell, where the dagger pointed flats and the black converse high tops rest.
So when my trusty steeds, the $2.99 goodwill boots from a MV biker days sale 3 years ago, lost boot footing from heel on the morning of a public event, I mourned the life of them. Then I resolved myself, with that sinking feeling you get when you are called by something you wouldn’t otherwise choose, and I headed to the mall.
I needed to be there anyways, no excuse for cheap china shoes will do, but I did find myself with minutes to spare, and an unwieldy family ahead of me in line at my errand destination, and so the sears clearance spree ensued.
I found two pairs of spiked heel boots, on black one grey, and sized up my ankles in the little bench seat mirrors: definitely weird. All the other options were slipper like, not appropriate for the stool onstage during a panel conversation. I took a deep breath and brought them to the counter, flopping on my broken heel past the jewelry to the front.
I changed shoes during the transaction, oh if mr rogers could see me now, and set about mincing gingerly down the mall hallway in new heels to my original destination. the children’s museum, to retrieve my phone, lost in a bag of food packaging that I’d donated to their market display. oh the mysteries of objects, the way a loss promotes action. the old unsmart phone, untrackable. I’m in the interim now, on track to smart technology, and I still want the object returned – I need the resolution.
By the time the night arrives I am striding in the heels, centered and grounded through the heels, paying attention, getting to know, becoming friendly. A new shape emerges from the shifting – these other shoes call it forth. So life is a dance of loss and the shape the loss takes, and the fire of new burning through that space, emptied out and clear shining, like dawn fading into a room.
Rounding the bend on spring again, I found a folder I’ve forgotten on my desktop, filled with pictures of friends from a while back through about a year ago. Perfect Revisiting on a saturday morning…
and Buddy Wakefield, getting going at the Green Frog.
Tammy Zlotnick, who I met up in Bellingham in the early Oughts, and who passed a few Continue reading Photos for Friends
this video works with a reiki 1 symbol, cho ku rei, which increases energy, and its inverse, which balances. next tattoo?
-avoid supporting your opinion with facts at all costs,
Tear Down differers, turn them into adversaries immediately
to ensure the opinion is no longer the point.
-use Glad Words, go big, use Truth, use Values, use
no real meanings, which might be proved or dis.
-place positive symbols near by you in all public opportunities
become the flag, remember the screen is only 2 dimensions
remind your viewers too. Use music, quote, or reference.
-use reference, quotes, or music, and draw conclusions
between similarities. Do not support with facts.
-use people. Big Names. Definitely pay them if you need to
in compliments, cash, credit, some compensation to their ego.
– do the same with ordinary small names, Joe and Mary are good ones.
Same compensation plan applies. America the archetype is powerful.
-slant things, leave things out, omit. This is a gambler’s trick.
You can do it too, with words, create the context for the opinion. Reality is your tool, skew it.
-remember the sheeople lurking in the hearts of man, appeal to them. Use the cool factor from 10th grade, when it is at its most potent.
FOMO and FOBLO are your friends.
-polarize, polarize, polarize. set it up in black & white. only.
this will negate any attempt at common ground.
FAULTY CAUSE & EFFECT
-take two relatives and blame one. stand back and watch.
ERRORS OF FAULTY LOGIC
-argue long and hard. use your biggest words. include contradictions
within your argument. works best on beginning debaters – stymie effect.
-oversimplify. sift the complex causal network of inter-related
happenstance and choose one thread. one point on a line if
you can swing it. incorporate other tactics to best support.
BEGGING THE QUESTION
-run your reasoning on a short leash around and around. refer to the dictionary definitions of Luck, Chance, & Probability for example.
EVADING THE ISSUE
-when pressed, sidestep & change topic. remember to be subtle, follow a thread instead of jumping off for less obvious maneuverings.
ARGUING FROM IGNORANCE
-the opposite of the precautionary principle in some ways.be loud about how nothing contradictory can be proven. Use Name calling to disclaim
other opinions, and dismiss whole schools of thought.
COMPOSITION & DIVISION
-the whole and its parts, treat them interchangeably, apply one to all and all to one.
ERRORS OF ATTACK
-also called poisoning the well. explain away all opposition, preferably before it has a chance to form.
-spread gossip and use it later to discredit the person instead of their ideas. slander the soft spots.
APPEALING TO FORCE
-use threats to establish the validity of your claim. use Transfer to back up your message. those riot police are backed by America.
ERRORS OF WEAK REFERENCE
-invoke authority as the last word. yours, or borrow.
APPEAL TO THE PEOPLE
-justify a claim on the basis of popularity. use polls, commercials, celebrities. Bandwagon & Plain Folks tactics prevail.
APPEAL TO EMOTION
-sob stories work best. partner with False Cause to take down. use with Bandwagon, Appeal to People, and Plain Folks to build.
* these techniques came with a link on fb from Decondition Your Mind’s page, which drifted down in my feed in between my quick scribbled notes and typing them up into a poem. my thanks to whoever originated them.
Continuum: Orbital Consciousness
with Emilie Conrad – founder. [Her dad was a Tesla guy, she grew up reading frequencies. Combine this with time in the West Indies – where wave motion is prayer]
? How do we become self-limiting?
The fluid system is the inquiry of Continuum – the resonant stream: no boundaries, no time/space differential
-slowing down the wave – all the information is in the interval
it is “health assurance”
We soften the inhibitors to begin to expand capacity to resonate
*At the Water’s Edge – Karl Zimmer
*On Becoming Human – PBS documentary – what Darwin didn’t know
*Life on Land – Emilie Conrad book on Continuum
*CSI: Cosmic Scene Investigator
-Our fluid is adjusting to the rhythm of the computer
-modern life= electricity and speed
-in speed, you cannot feel (speed as a coping strategy for folks who don’t want to feel)
-consolidation of fluid molecules can actually lock us in to space
-The dominator model destroys sensation:
disconnect from body
God is elsewhere
-you cannot be self-referential under oppression
(self-referential: to claim our own authority)
The tissue is the versatility of the organism – its ability to manage /adjust and adapt to its environment
“I don’t care what the diagnosis is – the first stage of anything is isolation”
Empathy as the growth of intelligence
How do you get the compression to move?
the more variance/ nuance in sounds, the more refined dexterity in the tissue
GEL/SOL Phase Transition
water absorbs the energy and vibration of the land – it is carrying the reflection of its context
Gel: semi-solid, “body”, activity, bound in time, inhale
Sol: aqueous, “wave”, fluid deconstructs itself, no longer bound in time, exhale
*as we increase aquiosity, the system re-organizes itself at a more complex level of coherency
Breath: Low E (yin)
wrapping the sound around your neck, one way and then the other
then your chest, then your solar plexus, then your hips
using your fingers as tuning forks on the place where you are working – tone each action
Ees are lateralizing sounds – widen the focus of the eyes
Breath: Puffed O (yang)
-lips closed, cheeks puffed out, move the sound and around your cheeks
-vibrating vocal cords in the back of the throat
-leave an interval of silence – the main part of the Blur is Silence
-lazy, slow, wide, inside front of spine
-use it with hands on places that hurt, in healing, Blurs spread tissue immediately
Baseline Breathing: check in, lying on back
3 Ees, wrapping and circling x face, chest, solar plexus, hips
Legs up, Roll from side to side using Blurs, legs at 45 degrees
play at creating micro-traction, extending legs, using elbows for leverage
Go back to Ees, see what happened.
The nervous system is a pattern addict, (associative brain)
The Blur is so early, there is no associative brain, so you are out of the pattern altogether
The way that fluid communicates is in shapes
-We’re merging our consciousness with the fluid system – softening the inhibitors, making way for the bio-intelligence
SMOKEY THE BEAR SUTRA by gary snyder
Once in the Jurassic about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and the sitting beings–even the grasses, to the number of thirteen billion, each one born from a seed, assembled there: a Discourse concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth.
“In some future time, there will be a continent called America. It will have great centers of power called such as Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt. Rainier, Big Sur, Everglades, and so forth; and powerful nerves and channels such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon. The human race in that era will get into troubles all over its head, and practically wreck everything in spite of its own strong intelligent Buddha-nature.”
“The twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings of volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth. My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that future American Era I shall enter a new form; to cure the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger: and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it.”
And he showed himself in his true form of
SMOKEY THE BEAR
A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing on his hind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful.
Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances; cuts the roots of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war;
His left paw in the mudra of Comradely Display–indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that of deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma;
Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves and laborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but often destroys;
Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the west, symbolic of the forces that guard the wilderness, which is the Natural State of the Dharma and the true path of man on Earth:
all true paths lead through mountains–
With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest fires of the kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can be gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained vast and free in the Blue Sky and Green Earth of One Mind;
Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the great earth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her;
Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needless suburbs, smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism;
Indicating the task: his followers, becoming free of cars, houses, canned foods, universities, and shoes, master the Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this country America and then burn the leftover trash.
Wrathful but calm. Austere but Comic. Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him…
HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.
Thus his great Mantra:
Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum traka ham mam
“I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND BE THIS RAGING FURY BE DESTROYED”
And he will protect those who love the woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children:
And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, television, or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR’S WAR SPELL:
DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS
DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS
And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his vajra-shovel.
Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada.
Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick.
Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature.
Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beasts.
Will always have ripened blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine tree to sit at.
AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT
…thus we have heard…
(may be reproduced free forever)