Thursday, October 8, 2015

Graceful as a Diving Bell

Small fry
hidden among the long eel grass
scouring nooks and crannies
to feast on brine shrimp
plankton 
tiny fish

Witnessing
like children under a table at the ball
the elaborate courtships
of our elders
as they dance
swirl
bobbing curtsies
bowing
Waltzing
like Morticia and Gomez
to music only they can hear
Confidently exchanging roles as needed
in full partnership


Sea Dragons
Mystic knights of Poseidon
moving through ancient rites
Soul steeds bearing 
fallen sailors
the innocent
the fortunate
from His storm tossed fields
of elemental battle
across infamous rivers
from Styx to Lethe
delivered safely
to the Afterlife
by the troth of our shields!

Some crowned
Some speckled 
thorned
bull-necked
spotted
leafy
lined
Kindred souls, Lifemates
who reestablish their bonds
every day
shifting through the dull colors of duty
Perceptive
to unique signatures of energy management 
the clever hues of social camouflage
we wear like plated armor 
to the brightly glowing moments
of pure contentment
Patiently present 
knowing each moment
is a gift with our Beloved
another chance
to waltz
in Peace

Finding our Balance
in shifting currents
between 
Intuition and Logic
Flexibility and Stubbornness
is always a challenge
Wisdom tells us
when to cling for our lives
when to let go
Tails coiling and uncoiling
like sacred spirals
reminding us 
that we are always 
connected
to the Divine
the Universe

Focus!
We look both Forward
and Behind
bringing an emotional clarity 
so profound
you may find us 
hidden in your hippocampus
as a reminder to be 
Aware
Take chivalrous Responsibility
for your emotional behavior

Be Thou a Light
in Darkness
Be Thou a calm anchor
weathering storms
holding fast to coral branches
Remember to rest
caring for self
to the example of others
who wish to 
Be the Change
they wish to see in the World.

For only one in a thousand of us
may live to pass our Wisdom
swallowed whole
no teeth, no stomach
through three million years of tradition

Our fathers 
birthing us
to Survive
Releasing us
to experience
Freedom
to learn
the Truth 
of our own unique Light
how best to nurture
and kindle bravely
a Beacon
on dark nights of the Soul
generous Understanding 
against the cavernous 
depths of the Unknown




There are 54 species of small marine fishes in the Genus Hippocampus, which comes from the Greek meaning "horse" and "sea monster". Their homes are the meadows of sea grasses, kelp forests, and coral reef canyons found in shallow seas around the world. Seahorses have long heads, bony segmented bodies with skin stretched over these bony plates, and are the only fish with a neck. Seahorses are also a fish without scales! Their head shape is so aerodynamic it allows them to move up on prey without disturbing the water, which gives them a high rate of success when hunting. Their upright position with these features do make them resemble their freedom loving land-bound cousins, but their closest relatives would be the pipefish and seadragons which together form the Family Syngnathidae. 

Seahorse tails, their only appendage, are prehensile. This is vital for gripping grasses as an anchor, in their courtship rituals as well as when tail-wrestling rivals. They use their tails in conjunction with a dorsal and pectoral fins located in the cheek area behind their eyes to swim. Seahorse are poor swimmers; bobbing about with an awkward grace and struggling to steer themselves in the desired direction. In fact the slowest moving fish we know of is a species of dwarf seahorse with a top speed of about 5 ft (1.5 m) per hour. 

Their narrow snouts fit into cracks and crevices where they can suck up plankton, tiny fish and crustaceans like Mysis Shrimp. An adult Seahorse grazes throughout the day,  Seahorse Fry (babies) eat an amazing 3000 pieces of food per day. No member of this Family Syngnathidae has teeth, or stomachs. Their snouts can expand to take in somewhat larger food. Because they process food so quickly, it is vitally important that they conserve their energy in between activities by anchoring somewhere and doing their best to blend in.  

Seahorses will release their tail grip for territorial defense, courtship/mating, and grazing. Their restful anchored state isn't laziness though, rather it is a balancing act of energy expenditure vs. physical needs. Crabs, some fish like tuna, penguins, stingrays and manta rays are all Seahorse predators, but weather which creates stronger water movement is still brings down more Seahorses each year than all these predators. Fighting against strong currents causes them to deplete all their energy to the point of lethal exhaustion. Man preys heavily on seahorses too as they are still used in Chinese herbal medicine. 

Seahorse have excellent eyesight with independently moving eyes, like chameleons; these can look forward and behind at the same time. Each species of Seahorse has a specific number of bony rings to their body, as well as spines on the head, a coronet, that varies from species to species. Depending on their habitat, they can grow and reabsorb these spiny fashion statements. All Seahorses are adept at camouflage, changing color as needed to blend in with their surroundings. This is their main defense, and they are extremely good at it. Their spiny projections help them to blend in with coral just as the Seadragon's leafy projections assist in camouflaging them in kelp. 

Seahorses stand out in the fish world for being monogamous during the breeding season. Some species have stronger mate bonds than others, but do not, as is commonly believed, mate for life. Before Seahorses mate, they court each other for several days. They will swim together, hold tails, cling to the same strand of sea grass, change their color, and float upward in a spiraling "dance". They will reenact this courtship behavior every day of the 2-4 weeks of gestation, renewing their bond. Science currently believes that this behavior synchronizes both their movements and reproductive states. When the female's eggs are ready, she must lay them within a matter of hours, or lose the whole brood by releasing them into the water.

She and her mate will engage in their courtship dance for up to six hours before the male inflates his ventral pouch with sea water to show it's empty ready state. As the female deposits the eggs with her ovipositor into his pouch, her body slims, and his swells as he receives 5- 2,500 eggs (depending on species) in about 6 seconds. Each clutch of eggs represents a tremendous amount of energy expended for both parents, and amounts to about a third of the Seahorse's body weight. 

A true reverse pregnancy, Seahorses are one of very few creatures in which the male carries the young to term. Depending on species, this could be a matter of days or weeks. Once released, Seahorse fry, like other fish, receive no further parental care and must learn to avoid predators and care for themselves to survive. Only about 1% of Seahorse fry reach adulthood.

The Seahorse is an intricate unique Nature Teacher. They often appear as a Messenger when we need a change in perspective as well as a clearer understanding of our own emotional state, or intuition. Their tough armor like exterior makes them a protective Teacher that encourages us to be both patient and observant in all things. Observation and awareness of one's surrounding are key to survival, says Seahorse. They are excellent at helping us learn the fine line between tenacious persistence and dangerously inflexible stubbornness. 

Their skill with camouflage is indicative of lessons on when to blend in and when to stand out in the crowd. We must learn to anchor ourselves well to a firm foundation in order to weather Life's turbulent storms. Some find their foundation in their home life/family, others in work, still more in their artistic outlets, religion, or addiction. "Do you know what are you building your life upon?", asks this Teacher. "You should."

Balanced Seahorse people tend towards chivalric kindness, seeking to help and protect those they view as less able to do so for themselves. Kind or unkind, they tend to build a code of personal ethics. Seahorse with its penchant for stillness, promotes introspective activities. Introspection brings perspective, enlightenment, balance, patience, tends to ones inner being and spiritual health, and coupled with Honesty, allows one to recognize and deal with ones Shadow Self. What drives you? What fears have you hidden away from your conscience mind? Are your choices being motivated from a place of clarity or fear?

"You cannot pour from an empty cup" warns this Teacher. It is vital that those called by Seahorse choose wisely when expending energy, and sometimes this means choosing our own needs over those of another. We must take the time not only for rest and food, but also for whatever activities renew and revitalize us. For some, this means taking time out of each day to retreat to a place of silence and solitude, or even taking a nap. Scheduling regular times spent with friends or family works for others. Without a firm foundation to anchor to, without taking the time for our own rest and renewal, we will work ourselves to lethal exhaustion or be swept away by the next storm we encounter in Life.  

This Teacher loves to help new Fathers as they take on the challenge of being a parent, although they might appear as a guide or messenger to anyone of any gender or stage of life. Sometimes though, Seahorse will show up to point out a need for change from provider to nurturer, or vice versa. We humans tend to believe that some tasks "belong" to one gender or the other. To the Seahorse, all tasks are made easier by sharing. Mothers can be the providers for their family. Dads can be cuddly caregiver for their kids. It isn't really important who does which tasks in a given relationship. What is important is that each be willing to share the tasks involved n parenting or relationship building. Seahorse teaches us too that taking a little time each day to demonstrate your commitment should be a joy rather than a chore. 



Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Laying Shadows to Rest



Breaking through
each sleeping layer of self
I emerge
from this dark night of the soul

Unfurling tendrils of thought
I feed upon the Light
swallowing whole Truths
in a single gulp
stretching impossibly wide
to take it all in

like Grandmother Toad
drinking down the Moon
in all Her full blown glory

Until,
Light begins to shine
through me

Bright beams of Truth

kindling with my acceptance


revealing Wisdom unguessed 

hidden within my depths

like priceless gems

within the cave of my heart

But you would not see the Truth in me.

Rejecting those beams of Light

just as I was stubbornly blind

to the Darkness within you

for so long

I was not ready to see

your delusions

your jealousies

your selfish ways
your need to be lied to

and led, oh so easily,

down any path

but one of your own choosing

How you loved your Shadowself

more than the bright flashes

I once believed to be the true you

Once so close, in my mind’s eye,

we might have shared the same shadow

you and I

Until the day came

for me to lay my Shadow to rest

When you turned from

my Day bright Truths

in fear and anger

blaming me for all your unhappiness


all your fears come home to roost

once more

as your own children languished

in the barren Night you had chosen

unable to thrive

on the hollow Illusions

that laden your table

Thrust into a bitter Winter

where you blissfully remember

only a Summer that never existed

Only then could I see you

for what you really were

Only then could I embrace

the Night and Day of my Self

In exchange for my loyalty
you gave me betrayal

In exchange for my love

you gave me jealousy and anger

In exchange for a place in my family

you treated us all like enemies

In exchange for each bright Truth

I tried to give you

you gave me nothing


except lies

dark nights to burden my soul

petty pity-me tantrums

 Sugar spun dreams

because they tasted better on your tongue

than the cold ashes Truth would leave behind

I see you now as you truly are

Light and Dark
not just the pieces I valued

not just the true friend

I once believed you to be

I can see how much you prefer

the easy winding road of good intentions

that your imagination

lays out before you

I saw everything with clear eyes at last

Only then could I let go of you

For you prefer your Illusions to Truth

My Shadow,

and I choose Truth,

Light,

Love,

Laughter

over that empty fearful void any day
even if it hurts or takes more work

I no longer carry

the cold heavy stone of you about my neck

My shoulders don’t ache any more

from the burden of carrying you so far

Left beside the road

an unmarked headstone

for an empty grave

where lies the Illusion of who you were to me

Sister

Friend

Fellow champion

of ideals and truth

I find the ghost of my Shadow

has left hardly a footprint

in the dunes of my memories

While the rest of you walks off

towards false horizons

you love more

than the Truth of your choices

Happy trails!

Rest in peace, my Shadow

Until the Wheel turns

Until we meet again

a little wiser for the wear

I hope,

Less willing to offer you

a piece of my soul on a silver plate






Sunday, October 4, 2015

Remembrance

Remembrance

Sunlight fades as our
Ancestors gather around us.
Many seasons, many lives
Hover awaiting only our
Attention.
In their hearts, only Love,
Never to be forgotten.

Innocent or
Sinful?

Shouldn’t we always remember
Those that have gone before?
I remember as I
Light the candle,
Love is an unbroken circle.

Happy youngsters with
Adults in tow
Linger beneath the
Lowering sky.
Orange pumpkins all aglow
Watch in silence
Every soul that wanders by,
Even those unseen by the
Naked eye.

Wise Ones,
In
The
Cauldron
Hallowed, know
Everything is
Sacred and

Revel merrily
In
Samhain’s altered
Embrace.



“Samhain. All Hallows. All Hallow’s Eve. Hallow E’en. Halloween. The most magical night of the year. Exactly opposite Beltane on the wheel of the year, Halloween is Beltane’s dark twin. A night of glowing jack-o’-lanterns, bobbing for apples, tricks or treats, and dressing in costume. A night of ghost stories and séances, tarot card readings and scrying with mirrors. A night of power, when the veil that separates our world from the Otherworld is at its thinnest. A “spirit night”, as they say in Wales.” – Mike Nichols, The Witches’ Sabbats

Samhain was typically celebrated around November 1st, one of the great doorways of the Celtic year, with October 31st being the eve of the new year. Samhain marked the end of Summer, the final Harvest, and the turning of the Wheel towards the rest and renewal of Winter. It is a time to let go of the debris and baggage we have gathered throughout the year, break bad habits, and prepare ourselves to begin again on a better path.

Now is he best time to let go of everything we’ve been carrying that we no longer need so that we can find renewal during Winter, healing and new beginnings in the Spring. We cannot move forward if we are clinging to concepts and habits that are keeping us on that particular Wheel of experience. It is also a good time to recognize your personal accomplishments and good growth over the past year, choosing to carry the best forward with you. This is also the time of year when the gates between worlds are lowered, when we remember our loved ones with love and reverence, and perhaps receive advice, inspiration or blessings for the coming year from our Ancestors. Divinations, especially with apples or water, are also traditional at this time.




‎"I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.”― Carolyn MacCullough, Once a Witch

I like to visit one of our natural waterways about this time of year. While walking along the bank, I will find a stone and whisper all the things I’d like to let go of from this year, all the little ways I’ve held myself back or the harbored hurts experienced along the way. When ready, I’ll drop the stone into the stream or river, imagining myself letting go of all those things as the stone leaves my hand. Our family always prepares a special feast this month, gathering our loved ones near. 

For us, this is a time to honor Family; old, new, or passed beyond. This is also a time to pay special attention to honoring our connection to Creator and All Our Relations. Each year, a special plate is prepared with a little of everything and placed somewhere special with a lit candle in honor of family and loved ones who have pa bank, I will find a stone and whisper all the things I’d like to let go of from this year, all the little ways I’ve held myself back or the harbored hurts experienced along the way. 

When ready, I’ll drop the stone into the stream or river, imagining myself letting go of all those things as the stone leaves my hand. Our family always prepares a special feast this month, gathering our loved ones near. For us, this is a time to honor Family; old, new, or passed beyond. This is also a time to pay special attention to honoring our connection to Creator and All Our Relations.

Those who have passed on before us may be visiting. An offering of tobacco, smudging the house and family with sage and cedar… and oft times the added incense of Oak leaves in honor of my Celtic Ancestors and the wisdom they may pass on to us are common this time of year. Special plates are also prepared for the dogs in our family, that they may enjoy the feasting in place of All Our Relations who are not physically joining us during this special meal. These are the signs of Autumn begun in our home.





“If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

Happy New Year! For me, this is the time of year when I reflect upon the past and turn with the Wheel of Seasons to face the future. What lessons have I learned to carry into the new year? What mistakes or sorrows will I lay to rest?   Now is the time to allow Death to carry off these pieces of our lives that we are letting go; the ultimate change, Death is sometimes the death of phase in our lives or the death of an unhealthy situation. 

The old year dies to make way for the new, but tonight I will sit with my candles and incense long after the trick’or’treaters are tucked into their beds, remember loved ones who have gone ahead and asking for the wise advice and guidance of my ancestors. I often ponder on the many lives it took to reach through the years to find me living in the present moment. How did they live? What were their passions and their fears? What were they grateful for in their own lives?

I have much to be grateful for…my children, my husband, my friends, grandchildren and beloved souls who have slipped the veil before us yet still make the time to offer their guidance… Such a wealth of Love to encourage me through hard lessons learned, challenges met, new horizons, and all the little sorrows and tragedies that fill up the cracks and corners of Life. 

As always, I look forward to this time of renewal and rebirth although each year is different than all those that have passed before. The poem is an Acrostic and the first letter of each line spells out a hidden message. It reads Samhain is still Halloween. Witches rise! Everywhere I look, I see Nature’s loving eye and the patient renewal of the Universe… miraculous! Goodbye Summer, for another turn… Hello Autumn! May you both give and receive Love, Respect, Harmony, Healing and Gratitude from Universe and Creator during this bountiful Harvest season… Mitakuye Oyasin, my Beloved ones xo



Saturday, October 3, 2015

Samhain and Soulcakes



You wouldn't believe
On All Hallow Eve
What lots of fun we can make,
With apples to bob,
And nuts on the hob,
And a ring-and-thimble cake.
~Carolyn Wells


During the Medieval era, children would go from house to house singing songs and asking for Soul Cakes also called Bram Brack; a traditional treat found from Ireland to Wales. For each cake gathered, they would then say a prayer for a deceased loved one from the family who gave the cake. These prayers were meant to help lost souls or those in purgatory into Heaven. Many historians believe this may have been the beginning of our modern day trick’or’treaters.

Ancient Celtic traditions would couple this with the Samhain bonfire. Children would collect a piece of wood for the communal bonfire from each house, along with any treats. After the bonfire was lit, people would douse the fires in their hearths at home to be relit with an ember from the sacred Samhain fire.

It is believed that this was meant to symbolize the Spark of Life found in all living things, that creative energy that connects us all... as well as our connection to our ancestors long passed and our children not yet born. The Samhain embers were carried home in carved “lanterns” that were made, apparently, from turnips, which is believed to be the first jack’o’lantern!

Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away-
The dead, forgotten this many a day!

~Virna Sheard


You certainly don’t have to follow any of these traditions though to enjoy this lovely dessert bread. I especially enjoy it toasted and served with mulled cider served out of a pumpkin, so you can enjoy that lovely combination of flavors as well. Here is a basic recipe for this traditional Hallowe’en treat. It is based one that I found in a book called “An Irish Country Kitchen” by Mary Kinsella , although I’m sure that there are others too.

4 cups flour
1 cup milk, room temperature (I prefer to use buttermilk)
1 1/4 cups sultanas (golden raisins, although I prefer finely diced apples)
2 tablespoons butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup sugar
1 (1/4 oz) package dry active yeast,
or 2 1/4 teaspoons, or 1 (.06 oz) cake compressed fresh yeast
1/2 cup candied orange or lemon peel
1 cup dried currants (I like to split the difference with dried cherries,
but currants are considered to be traditional)
3/4 tsp nutmeg
1 egg


1) Cream/stir the yeast with 1 teaspoon of the sugar and 1 teaspoon of the milk. Allow to proof (froth). Sift flour, spices, and salt together, then rub in the butter.

2) Add the rest of the sugar to the flour mixture and blend well. Add the milk and beaten egg onto the yeast mixture and combine with flour mixture.

3) Beat well with a spoon or with the dough hook of an electric mixer for about 5 minutes, or until stiff but elastic.

4) Fold in dried fruit and peel, cover with a cloth and let rise in a warm place until doubled.

5) Divide in half and place each in a greased 7" cake tin. Cover and let rise again for 30 minutes.

6) Bake in a 400 degree oven for about 1 hour, or until done.

7) Glaze top with 1 tablespoon sugar or honey dissolved in 2 tablespoons boiling water and return to oven for 3 minutes or so to set glaze.

8) Cool on wire rack. Serve in slices, buttered, with freshly whipped cream, or similar topping. After it has been glazed and cooled, I like to frost it with 1 pkg cream cheese well blended with a little apple juice (about 2 TBSP) and honey to sweeten.





Many times small items are hidden in the batter or pressed into the cake, charms or coins typically, foretelling events for that person in the coming year. Samhain was typically celebrated around November 1st, one of the great doorways of the Celtic year, with October 31st being the eve of the new year. Samhain marked the end of Summer, the final Harvest, and the turning of the Wheel towards the rest and renewal of Winter. It is a time to let go of the debris and baggage we have gathered throughout the year, break bad habits, and prepare ourselves to begin again on a better path.


Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


Now is the best time to let go of everything we've been carrying, everything that we no longer need so that we can find renewal during Winter; healing and new beginnings in the Spring. We cannot move forward if we are clinging to concepts and habits that are keeping us on that particular Wheel of experience. It is also a good time to recognize your personal accomplishments and good growth over the past year, choosing to carry the best forward with you.

Samhain is the time of year when the gates between worlds are lowered, when we remember our loved ones with love and reverence, and perhaps receive advice, inspiration or blessings for the coming year from our Ancestors. Divinations, especially with apples or water, are also traditional at this time. Long after trick or treaters have gone to bed, I can usually be found sitting with my candle, sipping hot cider with a warm piece of bram brack contemplating past, present and future.





For me, this time of year is like New Year's Eve is for most folks. Throughout the next month my thoughts will turn backward remembering departed loved ones and traditions of our Ancestors. I like looking at what I've achieved in the past year, what no longer serves me and needs to be left behind, as well as what goals I want to achieve over the coming year. I'm eager for October this year and already looking forward to all the coming years reasons for Gratitude.

Here in the U.S., the appearance of pumpkins is a sure sign of Autumn, and pumpkin pie, bread, rolls, cookies, lattes and anything else you can think of are seasonal treats that people look forward to each year I doubt I would have enjoyed turnip pie as much as pumpkin pie! Most of us enjoy carving wide pumpkin smiles for the lights we still put out for Halloween. What traditions do you keep alive? How do you celebrate in October?



“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.” 
― Carolyn MacCullough, Once a Witch




Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Tabbouleh Rasa

Fragrant wreaths to greet and please
sweet Persephone who waits to guide
at the gates between Life and Death
Sprung from the blood of infant Opheletes, 
known as Archemorous, forerunner of Death,
Poor child slain by the Dragon of Nemea
I am the Victor's crown at every funeral game.
Herculean garland
Herald of Thanatos
From humble Sardinian origin,
Tended by the hands of your Ancestors
for the last 2000 years
I have achieved world wide fame.
Confuse me with a fool at your own peril
You may find me vigorously growing
between a rock and a sparse place
or dreaming in a garden bed.
Wherever people gather to share a meal,
I am likely there encouraging good health,
stimulating appetites
freshening breath
gracefully guarding plates
I encourage blood to clot
widen vessels
keep bones strong
soothe inflamed joints

Diplomatic garnish
In my second year,
a bit more tough and bitter,
I'll open my umbrella
perhaps calling black swallowtails to attend
Let them have at me!
Sow my wishes in the Spring.
Nine times they must journey to Hades and back
that only the strongest, the most hale
will wipe clean their slate and thrive

For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, plant, animal etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for us. Can you guess who is singing today?