Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Why Poetry is a Necessity

I read Poetry Is Not a Luxury from Audre Lorde's Sister OutsiderThis is not the first time. The wisdom of women now ancestors pries open my consciousness and signals meto pay attention and go deeper. Audre Lorde, black woman warrior poet wrote of  poetry as the embodiment of  spiritual journey for all women, an embodiment that is something deep, dark and ancient. Poetry, she said, is necessary for us. Not as the exercise of putting together pretty words, but as a means of knowing our true selves, and further giving voice to our profound longings. Not only give voice to them but in poetry, we prepare a birthing place for bringing forth those longings, those desires to action.

Poetry. It has saved me and confused me and kept me up into the dark hours. Poetry has kept me from the pill bottle and the precipice. It is the deeper part of my voice and it keeps me sane. When I am fortunate enough to cross a threshold into the sacred space of poetry like that of Suheir Ammad, I want jump up like Sunday Morning Amen. 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Caring for Life

I started my day with cedar joss sticks and chants took me out of my head and into the present moment for a time. Breathing in air that felt new and life giving, I felt centered and able to go on another day.

I went to my plants, giving water and words of appreciation. Added the sound of the water fountain on my altar and did some other house work as my body allowed for it. I think about my health and its tenuous and sometimes unpredictable state and feel fully the privilege I enjoy to have adequate health care insurance and competent providers. I often forget that this is not true for so many in this land of more than any one person could ever need sitting in the hands and control of so few.

I sat here in the comfort of my home, sunshine pouring into every opening on this strange but usual winter day. I am given uncomfortable thoughts, truths to consider. That while the corruption and self interest that passes for goverment and public servants dicker about the cost and shape of health care and who is entitled to have this care,  there is a sense that health care is narrowly defined and somehow separate from care for and of life itself.

As we continue to make the unholy misery of war the daily reality for fellow humans in other places of our planet, it does seem insanity that we are so blind to the health and well being of those whose lives are forever changed by weapons wielded by our hands. Yes, the lives of those who push the button or pull the trigger on either side are casualties as well.

Sometimes when considering the damage we do to one another, I ask the Orisha how will balance be returned to us when we have fallen so far to one awful side? I am not content to chant and transcend to some lofty plane beyond the pain of human existence. Like the speaker in Marge Piercy's poem To Be of Use, I feel a need to get into the muck, hoist and bear away the dirt.

My journey presents me with the question of how do I go from spiritual thoughts and feelings to spiritual action? It is not enough that I think good thoughts. How will I convert thought to bodily experience? Before humans went so far away from our connection to Earth and to each other, creating a vessel that would hold water for the community's needs was a spiritual act of daily life. There was little separation, if any between spirit and daily living as each was entwined with the other. Now is a different time in which we are encouraged and driven to be as far removed from the web threads that inform our connection to Creation.

Our world is one that makes the pain and suffering of others a thing that is "over there" and not in our own souls. My own experience tells me that this is a lie. What is done to one is done to all. Yet, if every act of good, every act of kindness works toward restoring balance, then I can do something. Rather than list what I am doing to help, I would like to hear from others what would constitute for them an action of compassion and love to stand in the face of a world that has forgotten our purpose?

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Speak Love to Power

Today I finally began to catch up on my reading. I follow Alice Walker's blog. I could never hope to match her words, say as precisely and beautifully the truths she shares. Guantanamo is a place that holds an evil that hides within the miasma of patriotism and duty and apathy. Ms. Walker's blog shares with us through Code Pink one man's plea for justice. I am sharing her blog here because beyond justice there is always Love. This man's soul desire to be able to teach and share with his children and family the work of Love touched my own desire further this in my own life. May his words touch yours. You will find Alice Walker's blog post here.

Friday, January 31, 2014

A New Call

This blog has been absent for some time. I needed time to rethink its purpose and expression. Still I write not to gain followers. I write to stay sane. This will never be everyone's cup of tea. Perhaps some will sit at table with me to share. We shall see.