Cultivating Spiritual Practice: July 2016

I didn't grow up in a church community, though I had a brief love affair with the ritual I found in an Episcopal church in Oregon in my twenties. My legitimate quest to create a spiritual practice was birthed in middle age by borrowing from the Buddhist practice of mindfulness, and the strong connection I felt for the worship of the Earth as taught us by our first nations. In Native American cultures The Great Spirit is a deity intertwined with the fabric of the Universe and the web of the life on Earth. It wasn't until recent years I discovered my Wiccan roots and the pre-Christian possibility that my ancestors were Earth worshippers. When I started this journey I worried because I didn’t know how to pray. Turns out we all know how to pray through our love of and gratitude for the gifts of life. This vault is for those who, like me, hunger for a spiritual practice and are learning to braid their own.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Why coyote sings

We are created by the song of the Universe, we are created by sound--

words to a lovely Singing Alive song, and an alternative way to consider why coyote sings to the moon.

If coyote was born to sing to the Universe,
a message about Prairie's reach

It's easy to value each yip and yap
all background howls,
each bark and witchy screech.

Each voice of course tells the story beyond
what constrains a science lens.

A canine-perfect cacophony of sorts

so the Universe understands.

First verse over, it's time to pause

so coyote keeps quite still.

Dialogue with one's maker requires

a polite reciprocal trill.

It takes time to receive the messages,

found in purposeful songs without words . . .

more time to receive spirit wisdom
on frequencies meant to be heard.

Someplace we can be free

"We are all longing to go home to some place we have never been — a place half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats. Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power. Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Someplace where we can be free."

Starhawk

Trees!

Trees supply most of the freshwater flow in the U.S. and clean our atmosphere by capturing airborne particles, carbon dioxide and other unhealthy gases. Healthy forests contribute to regular weather patterns and help combat drastic changes that come from global climate change. Trees shade our hikes, bike paths, fishing and hunting grounds and give families a place to picnic. Greener urban areas encourage social interaction between adults and are proven to deter graffiti, property and violent crime. And if that's not enough some tree parts are made into medicine. If you want to show gratitude to Pacha Mama, plant a tree!