Swimming Cold
February 8, 2011For years I swam the Pacific in winter. The water was so cold I had to spend five minutes submerging my head until the pain gave way to numbness, just so I could do a mile.
For years I swam the Pacific in winter. The water was so cold I had to spend five minutes submerging my head until the pain gave way to numbness, just so I could do a mile.
… despite our toxic times there are still creatures that live on land but respirate like fish.
My new years resolution is to become an amphibian.
Last night I felt gratitude for the dance training of my childhood. Reflecting on my sons forays into pre-school, I lost sight of the pain I usally feel when I think about dance.
The star wand turned out the best, that was Santa’s gift to my son. Filled with the joy of Christmas as well as the light of a star, it was to be his for the rest of the year, keeping the holiday spirit alive.
Shamanism teaches us that any being in our awareness can appear to us as a helping spirit when we journey to the upper or lower worlds of Non-Ordinary Reality (NOR). I’ve found that figures like Santa are especially helpful to journey to.
How much responsibility for my own healing can I take? Does getting better have to stop when I’m not being assisted by someone else?
After spending an hour getting the frozen muscles surrounding my spine to loosen up, my healer discovered a river beneath the tension.
We are rivers, each one of us. We have currents and pulses, silent pools and cascading torrents of rushing water.
Closing my eyes I welcomed the serpents breath and felt it cloak my spine, searching for signs of soft tissue wetness.
I don’t stop to think about how much community flows from the couples in my life.
We are the makers of story, and story is the maker of us.
Its not hard to see a Selkie in every Seal or Sea Lion you meet alone in the Ocean. They treat you as an equal, as kin.
Autumn used to be the time to savor my most intense feelings. Wrapping them tightly in earthen bundles, I’d carry them into the woods on aimless walks.
Omens are a way life can change who we are. They are not just messages, they are reworkings of the place where our spirits and the material world connect.
This morning I got a very strong feeling while dancing. It was an awareness of being involved in a quiet cultural movement with many divergent tributaries.
There Is Really Just One Project.
The event that turned the tide was completely unexpected but uniquely American: fireworks.
A culture that understands Solutio cannot pollute its Oceans as we now are.
What’s left is only that which is essential – only that which can embody the transcendent.
Alchemy only works when you begin with separate elements. A little of this+a little of that = gold.
The sudden death of someone close is like walking away from a really bad car crash. Even though you’re unscathed, every molecule in your body suffers an impact.
conduits, metal seeds, oil drums
from the Del Monte’s who
shake the earth
to see what money will drop out.
I thought I had forgiveness.
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