So beautiful, Andrew, and takes me to a memory I want to echo. I recall a group of women elders who gathered - quietly - in a meadow. The altar in the center was a spiral, adorned with crystals, water bowls, candle flames, dead leaves, blooming flowers of the season and such. 18 x 20 inch photos of Trump and Putin flowered out from the altar. Somewhere in the drumming, wailing and singing, two elders approached their little brothers, their young sons that rested in the image. Slowly. Another joined in singing lullaby-like tones. Sound streams flowing into the images. Another woman approached with aikido like finesse, the way a forest ranger approaches a ferrel animal. First, her hand held a distance away from the photo - or were they living breathing beings by now? With imperceptible, attuned timing, she touched his arm. Her eyes closed, waiting for the next attuned invitation, she moved compassion to her little brother's shoulder. Another woman joined as the lullaby sounding morphed into etheric tones. Something gave way in the images, and these ancient elder hands now, tenderly touched their cheeks, their heart, then back to their hands, up to their hearts in a slow spiraling motion. Accompanied or more like, compelled, by Gaia. Something other worldly in this world was unfolding. I saw watched another form of atomic power being blasted. Somewhere in this compassion dance, one elder started "wiping tears" from her little brother's eyes and massaged the watery ointment into their faces and hands the way a mother rubs lotion into her baby. I watched Gaia take it all back; take all of me back.
“Remember who you are“ I used to call after my children when they would leave the house, especially as teenagers… Your call to remembrance is powerful, heartbreaking, and thank God ,something that we just can’t argue with.
It’s kind of creepy and also kind of relieving to recognize that Trump and I are the same.
Thanks Andrew, for sharing this articulate & wise reflection. I appreciate that it reminds me/us to stay inside the "larger unified mind" & "love what is". "Everything belongs" as Richard Rohr articulates from the center for action and contemplation. There are only two perspectives: Love & fear or Gaia & illusion. : )
Wow! That took guts, that post. And of course, you're right. I'm just thankful you took the time to write it as a way of gently leading us to be able to see what you are saying. It's time for the separative tendency to at least begin to take a back seat, or maybe no seat at all. We are all part of Gaia. Individual But Not Separate.
So beautiful, Andrew, and takes me to a memory I want to echo. I recall a group of women elders who gathered - quietly - in a meadow. The altar in the center was a spiral, adorned with crystals, water bowls, candle flames, dead leaves, blooming flowers of the season and such. 18 x 20 inch photos of Trump and Putin flowered out from the altar. Somewhere in the drumming, wailing and singing, two elders approached their little brothers, their young sons that rested in the image. Slowly. Another joined in singing lullaby-like tones. Sound streams flowing into the images. Another woman approached with aikido like finesse, the way a forest ranger approaches a ferrel animal. First, her hand held a distance away from the photo - or were they living breathing beings by now? With imperceptible, attuned timing, she touched his arm. Her eyes closed, waiting for the next attuned invitation, she moved compassion to her little brother's shoulder. Another woman joined as the lullaby sounding morphed into etheric tones. Something gave way in the images, and these ancient elder hands now, tenderly touched their cheeks, their heart, then back to their hands, up to their hearts in a slow spiraling motion. Accompanied or more like, compelled, by Gaia. Something other worldly in this world was unfolding. I saw watched another form of atomic power being blasted. Somewhere in this compassion dance, one elder started "wiping tears" from her little brother's eyes and massaged the watery ointment into their faces and hands the way a mother rubs lotion into her baby. I watched Gaia take it all back; take all of me back.
“Remember who you are“ I used to call after my children when they would leave the house, especially as teenagers… Your call to remembrance is powerful, heartbreaking, and thank God ,something that we just can’t argue with.
It’s kind of creepy and also kind of relieving to recognize that Trump and I are the same.
Thank you, I think.
Appreciate your bravery to speak truth. There is a saying (and personal perspective/truth) I have that fits here: ALL is sacred.
Gaia (all of us) needs your voice, which arises from your magnificent heart, Andrew. We (I) need to be reminded and reminded and reminded yet again.
Thank you, Sharon. I need the reminding, too. Writing helps.
Your juices are runnin, Andrew! Takin it in, passing it along for friends to read.
GRACIAS
Thanks Andrew, for sharing this articulate & wise reflection. I appreciate that it reminds me/us to stay inside the "larger unified mind" & "love what is". "Everything belongs" as Richard Rohr articulates from the center for action and contemplation. There are only two perspectives: Love & fear or Gaia & illusion. : )
Wow! That took guts, that post. And of course, you're right. I'm just thankful you took the time to write it as a way of gently leading us to be able to see what you are saying. It's time for the separative tendency to at least begin to take a back seat, or maybe no seat at all. We are all part of Gaia. Individual But Not Separate.
It's a delicate task. Thanks for meeting me in the effort to remember, Wendy.