Monday, 29 March 2010

Is anyone else phased by the hour going forward to summertime? Or is it just me?

As usual a lot can happen in a week and when the hour goes forward as well it can play havoc with my memory, state of mind, general sense of where I am and what I am doing. It's not helped by going to bed in the wee small hours and then having to wake up in the wee small hours. In between there's not much time for sleep! So if any of what I am about to write makes sense it is a small miracle.

I've spent the week in a place and with people that are profoundly transformative, which means most days I am presented with opportunities, surprises and experiences that I would not ordinarily have available to me. I'm trying to make the most of it and yet at the same time I recognise my need for silence and the outdoors. Being cooped up in a building all day is not good for me.

I started the week with an animal card reading to mark the spring equinox. I held the question where am I meant to be, and selected a card from the pack. I drew the Badger as my animal totem from now until the next equinox.



If you would like to read more about animal totems and more specifically badger medicine go here http://morningstar.netfirms.com/badger.html

What touched me is finding out that "in Native American "myths" Badger was the keeper of stories and this too indicates that story telling through the sharing of life experiences of the self or others, writing or other forms of communication such as art that "tells a story" is important to Badger people as well. Perhaps it is because Badger is the great story teller and myth and stories are so powerfully healing for so many that Badger folks cannot get too close to too many people: They have things to share with the wider world and being tied down to one person, place or thing goes contrary to what these folks came to planet earth to do. Many do require extreme amounts of "down time" time to be alone, even on a daily basis, if they are to be able to accomplish their healing work and even stay sane!"

This takes me on to a theme in a number of amazing conversations I've had during the week each in someway revolved around the theme of balancing energies - where the horizontal world meets the vertical world, or how some describe in organisational settings the rebalancing of alignment (decision-making and action) with attunement (nurturing and relationship building). Mythically this can be seen as finding a chalice for the sword or the relationship between the court and the forest. In the forest we move into liminal space in order to connect with the mystery and presence our futures, for which we can rehearse our contribution before heading back into the court to share our gifts, knowledge or skills.

For me right now I am fascinated by this process and how it is shared within communities or even if it can be shared collectively or does it have to be a personal journey or quest? The wound in the world manifests itself in many guises. One of which is the imbalance between male and female energies. When you are born into a patriarchal world you know what this imbalance feels like. How can we come together and rebalance our energies so as to live in a way that honours both? How does story and myth serve this process? I feel it is getting closer to the time when people need to step forward to explore this wound collectively and seek ways to heal it.

Saturday, 27 March 2010

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front



Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay.
Want more of everything made.
Be afraid to know you neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery any more.
Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something they will call you.
When they want you to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something that won't compute.
Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace the flag.
Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands.
Give you approval to all you cannot understand.
Praise ignorance,
for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium.
Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion--put your ear close,
and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world.
Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable.
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap for power,
please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head in her lap.
Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and politicos can predict the motions
of your mind, lose it.
Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn't go.
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

- Wendell Berry -

Friday, 26 March 2010



For those who are exhausted and hurt, may healing restore your strength. For those who feel lost and emotionally numb, may awareness awaken your spirit. And for all people, may they have the ability to realize their own visions.

When you surrender to the rhythm of Mother Earth, listen to her voice and touch the heartbeat of all living things. You know that enlightenment comes from deep within yourselves.

Be humble, calm down and listen very carefully. Then, you will find the path where you can live in harmony with the earth as an Earthman. That path is filled with lots of fun and joy.

Through the programs of Earthmanship,I want to share this way of life with as many people as possible.

May our children walk in the light and live their live every day with hope for the future. And may all life be connected and the world filled with joy and thanksgiving.

— Jun Okada —

For more information about this environmental education project in Japan click on http://www.earthmanship.com/eng_index.html

Sunday, 21 March 2010

I love being a girl

"Being a girl is so powerful that we have had to train everyone not to be that." Eve Ensler speaking at the TED gathering in India November 2009. It's powerful and inspiring. Take 20 minutes out of your day to watch.



I AM AN EMOTIONAL CREATURE

I love being a girl.
I can feel what you're feeling
as you're feeling it inside
the feeling
before.
I am an emotional creature.
Things do not come to me
as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas.
They pulse through my organs and legs
and burn up my ears.
I know when your girlfriend's really pissed off
even though she appears to give you what
you want.
I know when a storm is coming.
I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air.
I can tell you he won't call back.
It's a vibe I share.

I am an emotional creature.
I love that I do not take things lightly.
Everything is intense to me.
The way I walk in the street.
The way my mother wakes me up.
The way I hear bad news.
The way it's unbearable when I lose.

I am an emotional creature.
I am connected to everything and everyone.
I was born like that.
Don't you dare say all negative that it's a
teenage thing
or it's only only because I'm a girl.
These feelings make me better.
They make me ready.
They make me present.
They make me strong.

I am an emotional creature.
There is a particular way of knowing.
It's like the older women somehow forgot.
I rejoice that it's still in my body.

I know when the coconut's about to fall.
I know that we've pushed the earth too far.
I know my father isn't coming back.
That no one's prepared for the fire.
I know that lipstick means
more than show.
I know that boys feel super-insecure
and so-called terrorists are made, not born.
I know that one kiss can take
away all my decision-making ability
and sometimes, you know, it should.

This is not extreme.
It's a girl thing.
What we would all be
if the big door inside us flew open.
Don't tell me not to cry.
To calm it down
Not to be so extreme
To be reasonable.
I am an emotional creature.
It's how the earth got made.
How the wind continues to pollinate.
You don't tell the Atlantic ocean
to behave.

I am an emotional creature.
Why would you want to shut me down
or turn me off?
I am your remaining memory.
I am connecting you to your source.
Nothing's been diluted.
Nothing's leaked out.
I can take you back.

I love that I can feel the inside
of the feelings in you,
even if it stops my life
even if it hurts too much
or takes me off track
even if it breaks my heart.
It makes me responsible.
I am an emotional
I am an emotional, devotional,
incandotional, creature.
And I love, hear me,
love love love
being a girl.

Eve Ensler, a playwright and activist, is the founder of V-Day, a global movement to end violence against women and girls. In conjunction with I AM AN EMOTIONAL CREATURE, V-Day has developed a targeted pilot program, V-Girls, to engage young women in our "empowerment philanthropy" model, providing them with a platform to amplify their voices.

Saturday, 20 March 2010

The Magical Magnificense of Story

I rarely read stories because I am so infrequently captured by them. It takes a lot to genuinely draw me in and envelop me in other worlds. Why? Because if it doesn't feel real I can't relate. And by real, I don't mean literally real I mean emotionally authentic. I need to care and I need to know you care. Life is too short not to care. Ambivalence is a waste land I don't wish to linger upon for anymore time than is totally necessary. In short, story-teller, tell me something that is true!

This last week I have been exposed to depths of story that made my head spin. In a good way! I sense chapters are ending and beginning. And at the endpoint there is a feeling of lose and at the beginning there is a feeling of anticipation. What next?

Earlier today I was reading a recap of the last episode of Skins, a Channel 4 TV programme for the kids, which has dark undertones and rich characterisations of adolescence with a plot line that occasionally sails close to the ridiculous and a soundtrack of enormously danceable proportions. Anyhoo, Heather Hogan, is recollecting events when she goes off on one about the place of story in our lives and in that moment captures in words what I've been feeling for weeks if not months, so here it is ...

"The greatest gift a storyteller can give you — and you'll never convince me there is a greater gift than story — is to tell you something real. My favorite book starts like this: The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story. Which is the honest-to-God most seductive thing anyone could ever whisper into my ear.

Life is messy, yeah? All these unrelated events — inane, monotonous, trivial — threaded together by time. When you die, someone ties the thread together, maybe even in a bow, but there's still no shape to it. And without shape, there is no meaning. Most lives are shapeless, and that's OK, because you know what else is shapeless? The night sky — or it would be if someone hadn't drawn Orion and Pegasus and Cassiopeia onto heaven's canvas.

Constellations are just another story: form to the madness, order to the chaos. Fiction resonates because it does the same thing — only instead of drawing pictures of kings out of unrelated points of light, it draws pictures of us out of unrelated points of life. Authentic stories, real stories get inside us in a way nothing else can."

This leaves me wondering ,where am I in my story? What dragons do I have to slay?
Can I tell you my truth? Hum, watch this space ... to find out!

Monday, 8 March 2010

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

- rumi -

translation by Coleman Barks in The Essential Rumi

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Beyond Control

It is beyond our control
We are walking
Into forces beyond our control,
Into a burning axis of denial
As this weary planet shudders
In the soundless night.

There's something inside pushing,
Some ancient urge eating us through.
We are the driven ones
Drinking dry the breast,
Riding the thawing warm hide,
Pushing deeper into the slippery well.
There is no return.

Prophets see the the future times
Shaped by poisonous desire
Of corporate thirst
Seething through virgin lands
Where dry winds blow
Hot and scorched rain falls
As wild tigers roar their dying call.

Unchecked will hardened in iron flesh
Striding across laced webs of intricacy,
Grown these million years.
Genetic codes and cyber chips
Cradled in shallow hands
Devouring the future's birthright
As we sink in the quicksands
of rampant appetite gorging
On a daily spillage of news.

Towers of dead tress
Turn worlds of words
Into spinning numb,
Weeping sounds
As the Earth haunts,
With a melancholy lament,
The wilderness of our wasted hearts.

In different frequencies whales sing
And oceanic tides flow
Into our desolate souls
As we sink in cold fury.
In night dreams we sweat
And move in the mystery.

See how a small yellow flower
Pushes through the concrete
To open delicate petals to the dawn.
Why are we not in awe?

We are frozen
In narrow armour,
Hidden under a glittering cloak.
Feel it in the frustration
As we sit apart from one another
In cosy armchairs,
Our roots withered,
Lost in time,
Dissolved in space.

Across the far oceans
A lone bagpipe
Mourns
Our silent tears.

- Thanissara -

Saturday, 6 March 2010

manifesting chocolate brownies

This week I take myself off to a quiet, beautiful secluded part of wondrous Devon for my first full on retreat experience. By Day 4 I'm on a roll with feeding the chickens, taking care of the cats and generally meditating the heck out of myself. It's Day 5 and I've not had a biscuit or a piece of cake all week. It's cold turkey central and I'm feeling the pain. From the kitchen window I'm looking at one of the most stunningly awesome views of my life, taking in the sheering breath taking gorgeousness of mother nature all I can think about is chocolate brownies!!! The very first thing I plan to do on leaving the retreat is go and find a bakery buy a brownie and luxuriate in eating it. Yum. In that moment up the stairs walks the retreatant manager, he places a small box on the kitchen table and says to me, 'oh, by the way, I've been meaning to give you all some cake left over from a meeting I went to yesterday'. I look inside the box and to my astonishment are four chocolate brownies ... I'm freaking myself out here ... this law of attraction is powerful stuff, now I'm manifesting chocolate brownies. Holy baked beans batman - what next?