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10/20/09 12:54 pm - Made of Stars


This moves me to my core!  This is what we've been saying.  It's not a metaphor.  We are made of stars.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGK84Poeynk&feature=player_embedded
Here are the "lyrics:"


[deGrasse Tyson]
We are all connected;
To each other, biologically
To the earth, chemically
To the rest of the universe atomically

[Feynman]
I think nature's imagination
Is so much greater than man's
She's never going to let us relax

[Sagan]
We live in an in-between universe
Where things change all right
But according to patterns, rules,
Or as we call them, laws of nature

[Nye]
I'm this guy standing on a planet
Really I'm just a speck
Compared with a star, the planet is just another speck
To think about all of this
To think about the vast emptiness of space
There's billions and billions of stars
Billions and billions of specks

[Sagan]
The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it
But the way those atoms are put together
The cosmos is also within us
We're made of star stuff
We are a way for the cosmos to know itself

Across the sea of space
The stars are other suns
We have traveled this way before
And there is much to be learned

I find it elevating and exhilarating
To discover that we live in a universe
Which permits the evolution of molecular machines
As intricate and subtle as we

[deGrasse Tyson]
I know that the molecules in my body are traceable
To phenomena in the cosmos
That makes me want to grab people in the street
And say, have you heard this??

(Richard Feynman on hand drums and chanting)

[Feynman]
There's this tremendous mess
Of waves all over in space
Which is the light bouncing around the room
And going from one thing to the other

And it's all really there
But you gotta stop and think about it
About the complexity to really get the pleasure
And it's all really there
The inconceivable nature of nature

9/24/09 08:59 pm - Motherhood and Priesthood


I've been asked many times to speak about how I handle being a (sole-parenting) Mommy and a Feri Priest.  I am always a little stunned.  To me, it's a little like asking how I juggle being a Mommy and an adult.  Or how I handle being a Feri Priest and someone's friend.  To me, they are not and should not be exclusive in any way.  Each so deeply defines me--how could one take away from the other?  Balancing their demands is something else.  But there isn't any question in my mind (or other parts) that this balance, tenuous as it may be, is as required of me as brushing my teeth or aligning my souls.  I cannot leave my family out of my practice any more than I can leave my practice out of my family.

Mother and Priest are Who I Am, not things I do.

Preist and Mother are both valid answers to the question "What kind of Witch are you."    Mother and Priest are valid answers to  the more familiar question from the Flower Prayer that is so often mistaken (in my opinion) as a prompt for stating what our profesional career might be. 

I know that to sacrifice Motherhood on the altar of my Priesthood  or my Priesthood on the altar of Motherhood would be the ultimate sacrilege.  The very thought makes me nauseous. 

I know that Sole parenting is difficult beyond imagining and differs so dramatically from both single and partnered parenting as to be ridiculous. It's like living in Siberia vs living in the Mediterranean.  Both are on the planet earth and involve eating, sleeping and surviving but require completely different skill sets, support systems and underwear in order to do it well!  Being the Sole Parent of these kids is not something I planned.  But it has been the Best Thing for them and for me.

I know for certain that Motherhood and being a Priest/Teacher go hand-in-hand for me.  I'd be a worse mother if I didn't teach.  And, I'd be a terrible teacher if I wasn't a mother!  Being a Mommy doesn't make me a nicer or more understanding Teacher.  In fact, it makes me more exacting and demanding.  I have kids of my own, so if a student is looking for a mommy--I am definitely going to disappoint  and quite possibly enrage them.  I don't want more kids, thanks very much. 

I know my children have shaped and influenced me as a Priest and Witch at least as much as any teacher, book or practice.  They embody Black Hearted Innocence.  I have been serving at Nimue's Temple for the past decade.  There is nothing like the honesty of a child to send one to the sink for a glass of water for the Kala Rite.  And, there is nothing like the innocence of a child's love to flood all three souls with wonder. There is nothing in the world like the demands of motherhood to teach one about responsibility, or surrender of control.  These are all skills necessary for adulthood as well as for the Preisthood. 

On ocassion, one (priesthood/motherhood) makes doing (again, note the difference between Be and Do)  the other difficult or impossible.  But even then, more often than not I am grateful.  So, while I am not exactly happy at ALL about not getting to Germany, I am grateful for what it brought up for me to review, for the ease it brought to my busy schedule to suddenly plunk 10 FREE DAYS down in front of me . . . and for the Work I was able to get clear about and begin.  I have breathing room--something I haven't enjoyed since mid-February of last year.

Our Priesthood, our religion, our spiritual paths . . . these should not make our lives harder.  Rather, these should deepen and make more pleasurable the lives we have. These should open us to the intensity of love and  grace;  make us more sensitive to beauty.   Necessarily, we will also become more sensitized to our perceptions of the unseen, the unjust and the uncomfortable . . .  I believe this to be true even if--no, especially if--we are Priests.  Yes, some of the results of walking this particular path bring us to difficult circumstances and decisions.  We may have to let go of people or places, behaviors and habits that once fit us very well but are not fitting for a Priest.  But any path which tells me there is a difference between feeding the children and prayer is not my path. 

I am not saying that feeding the children is like a prayer.  I am not trying to be poetic or romantic here.  I am saying that feeing the children is prayer.  Just as feeding my godself is prayer.  Just as feeding the ancestors is prayer.  Just as feeding the gods, the spirits of the land and the spirits of the Craft are prayers.  

A very long time ago--long before I had even heard of Feri Tradition but knew for certain I was a Witch madly in love with the Goddess-- I made a promise:  "My Life as an altar to you, Lady."  My life includes, among other things, children.  The way I raise them needs to be an appropriate offering on the altar of the Life I live in devotion to Her.


This is what I have come to know about being a Priest and being a Mother:  They are one and the same thing. 

Mamacita Shamanista says goodnight.


9/22/09 02:15 pm - Autumn Time





What a surprising harvest!  Some things I hadn't intended to plant are in abundance in my basket.  How curious.
Others I had hoped to grow have withered under blight and harsh conditions.    There is stillness here where fear had taken root.  And compassion grows wild where someone else once planted meanness.   I dare to claim the immediacy of my birth right--Joy--which had been postponed indefinitely in favor of taking the long road promising joy it at its end. 

The Witch in me cackles hearing  whispers about Joy being fluffy and froo-froo.   This knife remains sharp as ever. And this thing called Joy is just another edge too sharp for some to walk.

Everything is up for review from the place I call home to the people I call family to the gender I have oriented myself toward.   Health, hearth and spiritual practice are all shfiting subtly and deeply.

This year, the cutting back that came with the first fruits of Lammas was severe.   I am grateful and relieved to find all that remains is necessary, desirable and true.  I remain a Witch who Creates and Unravels; One who Speaks and one who holds Silence for Them that require it; One who Sees and Spins that Sight into clear and shared Vision.  As importantly, I raise these children up in love.  As importantly, I open the doors to my house to share abundance which flows past the boundaries previously agreed upon.

Now, the fields within lie fallow and darkened.  Waiting. This balance point--time outside of time, really--is a reminder to count blessings, give thanks, breathe deep of the crisp clear air and the gathering darkness in releif.   Surefooted, I step forward into starlight vision and Being. 

There are some fruits still in need careful tending before they are brought to harvest and a good portion of the old gardens laid to rest.  Being a child of the Winter, this sliver of time before me holds the Promise of Darkness where the seeds themselves are born and the strange fruit of the Craft is coaxed forth under cover of stars.  Even now, I call Those who have gone before to my bosom, begging Strength and Wisdom, Courage and Compassion, Will and Surrender.

An old song winds it's way through all my thoughts:

Autumn Time
Red leaf falls
As the weary sky
looks over all 
Demeter proudly walks the land
The dying grasses in her hand


Blessed Be the Harvest.  May your baskets overflow.  May the Darkness fulfill your Desire.

 

9/18/09 12:23 am - SHE A Feri Creation Trance-Journey-Meditation CD



This is a long, guided meditation/trance journey leading the listening to the Desire of She from whom all things proceeed . . . . and the Free Will which is our birthright.


SHE CD

Finally, this CD is available again.
 To order, please go to my website
http://blackheartferi.com/sacredofferings.htm
 

8/10/09 11:21 pm - Love Warriors


Here, on the roads we walk, we all want to be lovers.  No one wants to go to war.

We are no lovers of war, we seekers, prophets, priests and poets.  But, what about warriors for love?  

Can you envision it?  The left hand reaches out across the axis to embrace the right. Light wraps himself around Darkness? Bhakti and Shakti become one.  Isn’t this what the Tao was pointing toward? Yin/Yang?  Heaven and Hell?  The Mystery of our own Divine Twins? 

Can we allow Love to strike down that which would detract us from our goal of becoming wholly, fully and without apology Human-Wild-Divine?  Can we employ the weapon of Love to subdue our self-hatred, procrastination, distraction?   Love as the secret agent of change?

We speak the words, “Her love is poured out upon the earth.” 

We are Her. 
The love is ours to pour.
Our bones, blood, sinew and sex are the earth upon which our own love is poured.

Let us go to battle shielded in fierce and unrelenting love, shooting arrows of love, voices raised in ululating cries of love.   Who among us could withstand such purity?  What within us could stand firm against such love?

Fill the cup with love.  Drink it down.


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