The deer say be gentle with you It is a time to be courageous in gentler ways People cannot bully their way into creating magic It is the gentle heart that will find the way forward It is the gentle hearted who will find strength in the journey who know that their gentle ways are forged with love There IS nothing stronger.
when they want to control you they do not come with shackles made of iron they come instead with cages made of shame and story like the one about the woman who earned crisis for her curiosity so tempted by a life of wisdom and independence she caused the downfall of all civilization
women are dangerous says the shame story of Eve they cannot be trusted and should not trust themselves
give a woman free choice and she’ll eat the fruit tempt the man enrage the god she’ll destroy us all with her mad desire to know to discover to understand her self her world her maker give a woman any freedom and she’ll follow her curiosity shape her own story seek truth beyond the dictates of order and obedience
she will wreck your carefully controlled mandates your reign of tightness she will unmake your holy wars of right and wrong and infuse the realm with choice and instinct empathy outranking rules creativity eclipsing war sovereignty subsuming blind servitude
when you want to know like Eve when you have a taste for truth and a hunger for wisdom you have to question the stories test the facts rattle the cage who profits from you believing a lie? who benefits because you believe you are both cause and curse?
they have tried to burn you with their shame strip you violate you shrink you silence you but they could not break your phoenix spirit its fierce heat will melt old regimes and enflame a generation who will not settle for smallness for submission for shame
sink your self into the feathered red sleeve of your ancestors and rise, woman rise again for you are Persephone’s Daughter Lilith’s lover Eve’s heir
find the truth eat the fruit unmask the myth let it burn
Why do we spend all of our precious soft? trying to be hard talking like we’re hard dressing like we’re hard pretending to be hard moving like we’re hard acting like we’re hard writing like we’re hard living like we’re hard
until we wake up one morning stone cold hard and we’d give anything everything to feel a little bit of soft
“The Feminine is not here to inject power into your Will. Or to get you all the goodies you desire. It is actually just the opposite. Feminine Embodiment will reveal the sacred poverty of those goodies. One taste of the Real and you will want for nothing else…”
“Life is a good teacher and a good friend. Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself up in the way that we like to dream about.
…To stay with that shakiness — to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge — that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic — this is the spiritual path. Getting the knack of catching ourselves, of gently and compassionately catching ourselves, is the path of the warrior. We catch ourselves one zillion times as once again, whether we like it or not, we harden into resentment, bitterness, righteous indignation — harden in any way, even into a sense of relief, a sense of inspiration.”
~ Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart Heart Advice for Difficult Times
This is a good morning to kiss your demons and change them into dark angels. Do not drive them away or they will return. Lust is not a demon but a dark angel filled with un-created star nectar. Anger is not a demon but a dark angel of healing fire dancing in your amygdala. Grief is not a demon but a dark angel bearing seven oceans of love in one jar. The demon of depression who lives underground keeps Wisdom hostage, binding her dark angel bones in delicious mycelia. The dark angel of addiction brings gifts under one broken wing, and uses the other to help you fly, for one of yours is broken too. If you do not bow to your dark angels, they will possess you and you will have to act them out. So breathe them in, let them become your shouts and sighs, pants of lust and terror in your lungs. Now exhale and dissolve them into the clear ocean of awakening. They don’t possess you, you possess them. Your dark angels have become the blue sky, a swirl of hummingbirds, tree frogs discussing everything. But beware of enlightened teachers who claim no darkness. They will lead you into a deeper darkness, the shadow that hides from itself. Against your beautiful demons a true teacher will never set your heart. A true teacher will empower you to kiss them with that kiss which the mind gives to its most terrible thoughts, so that names, images, teeth marks, hieroglyphs of veins scrawled on the cave of your liver, neurons twisted into Sanskrit etching ancient spells into your hippocampus, the rippling gristle-flower of sound in your bellybutton, all disappear into one Body, this Body, where you taste the starless wine of night itself and give birth to tomorrow’s sun.
Myths are ancient wisdom stories that can teach us how to navigate life. In one Egyptian myth, the Goddess Isis weeps and weeps in grief for what she has lost. And her tears bring balance to the land; her tears nourish the earth and the barren soil heals and becomes fertile.
Could it be that the grief we are feeling right now is a healing balm? Might our tears be the medicine that our country and our Earth need to heal?
Let your tears flow. They may heal more than your heart.