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A Year of Great Promise - Newest Painting by Shiloh Sophia McCloud ©2010

Amidst the challenges each day presents
amidst the loss, the wonder, the endless to do lists
amidst the shifting landscape of our world
and even amidst the sorrow:
This is a year of great promise.
We don’t know what the year will bring
yet we each know in our heart that what it brings
is what we bring to it.
What will we bring?
A year already marked with world tragedy
and breakdown of bank, food chain and communication.
A year with the worst viruses, physical and digital.
A year in which we celebrated its arrival with
the good riddance ending of the last one.
And still. Joy exists side by side with the pain.
This is the paradox the happy–awake–person
works to master. Holding in balance — opposition.
And choosing,
amidst the meltdowns and endless possibilities,
for this to be a year of great promise.
I choose.
Shiloh Sophia

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go, I will counsel you and watch over you.
– Psalm 32:8

I am at the cafe with Isaiah. Sun streaming in. Steaming coffee cups.
Facing a big big day. Many decisions await on my cosmic drawing board.
And holding to my promise of a great year, all things must match with THAT INTENTION. Beginning the prep week for Lent. Above is my latest painting, finished after choosing my Power Prayer: Twenty-Ten is A Year of Great Promise and Prosperity at the workshop with Christine Arylo last weekend. Looking forward to a week of hot pink and red and glitter and valentine kind of energy, cuz I love, LOVE. A lot.

Finding You by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

You put the razz in my raspberry.

You are the sticky juice of my mango.

You sizzle the chili peppers in my salsa.

You are the chocolate in my cream pie.

You are the cream in my coffee.

You are the dimple in my cheek.

You are the shape of my heart.

You are my smile every single night.

You are the quickening in my pulse.

You are the song that sings me awake.

You, are my answered prayer, too.

You are the curve I curve into.

You are the shape true love makes.

For my Love – 15 Years, Six Months and 12 Days later…

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Dearest Holy Lady

This is my prayer for reweaving the tears.

This garment of gold thread that covers our bodies,
is a fine weave, at once like gossamer and moss

and lace and stars and like a helix interlaced.

I cannot see it but I know it is there, covering us.

I think you made it, stitched it together for us

when we were in our mother’s womb.

It is so strong, and yet the littlest thing,

sometimes can tear a hole, and create a rent

in the fabric which protects us, keeps us intact,

and keeps too much of the world from coming in.

Dear Lady of Light

There are things which are compromising the weave.

I know you know already of such things.

All things toxic. All things not made to live with humans

Codes and codexes and particle and wave which

do not work with the system of light God made already.

We try to split particles, and reinvent a better strawberry,

and make machines to talk across the air without wires

and all of this, Dear Lady, in the name of Progress,

(which is the wrong name to be in service to)

All of this is snaring the weave, making it fragile and

prone to tearing at just the moments when it needs to

be strong. We are less able to fight particles
that should not be coming through open windows into homes.

We don’t know what hit us. Children are coughing it up.

Dear Blessed Mama

I tell you this not because I think you do not know.

Prayer helps us, put into words feelings which threaten and swirl

and we just want to tell our mommie all about it, MAMA!

like a bad day at school, where kids were mean for no reason.

Well today is just such a day, Lady, where I am petitioning

you with prayer, and with thanks that I can pray, thank you. thank you.

Dearest Blessed Lady,

Reweave the holes in our golden armor of light oh Blessed Lady.

When you take up your needle and red thread and with

nimble fingers of light, and begin to stitch and stitch, we begin

to feel better at once! It is amazing, how the thread running

from your shining needle is red like crimson berries in sunlight,

and then once you tie the knot, whoosh, it becomes fine bright gold

like the rest. You make it so that Light can come in, and light can go out,

but at just the right amounts for each person, as we were made.

Unique to us, our structure, our destiny and who

we are becoming, not just who we are. Oh yes, we are loved!

I see that it is expandable like the stars in our solar system.

It is we who must learn how to live with our

unique weave, how it works, how to protect it,

remembering who made it in the first place

and then, how to come to you Our Blessed Mother,

who gave birth to Light in the form of a babe,

and pray to you to protect us, to make us shine,

and to heal the holes, and teach us to love like you.

Heal us Precious Lady, reweave that which is torn.

And teach us to be reweavers with you, so that we

at your bidding, may be your hands of love.

Kontakion to the Theotokos

To thee, the Champion Leader, we thy servants dedicate a feast of victory and of thanksgiving as ones rescued out of sufferings, O Theotokos, but as though art one with might which is invincible, from all dangers that can be do thou deliver us…

Orthodox Prayer Book, Page 55

EAT. LOVE. PRAY and PLAN:  10 Creative VALENTINE’S DAY IDEAS

The day of love. Or rather, the advertised day of love. The day when, we are are supposed to be about love whether we feel like it or not. I know I know. Many of us creatives and dissidents complain about the commercialism of our holidays. And I don’t know if Valentines really qualifies for my Holy-Day Ideas listings, but LOVE certainly does. And you know what, any time the colors pink and red get celebrated, chocolate is encouraged, glittering things are considered as a decorating option, hearts are everywhere, angels are flying about and champagne is drunk mid-day – What could be wrong with that? I feel like being ‘called’ to act on behalf of LOVE, specifically, once a year, is not really such a bad idea.  I for one, Love LOVE. And I love to have an occasion where it is expected of us to DO SOMETHING to show that. Ok, coerced. Don’t let your resistance of commercialism or the double price of roses discourage you from creating a love day – your way. And if you want some ideas, I wrote some of mine down. Most of which, my husband and I have practiced in one way or another over our 15 years.

My girlfriend and I went to see Elizabeth Gilbert, her new long anticipated book came out, the one following the oober-sensation: Eat Love Pray. Committed, is a book about her marriage and engagement journey to Felipe, the man she met at the end of Eat Love Pray.  I love it that they stayed together, don’t you?  But based on the subtitle, A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage, I kept expecting her to make a joke about the double meaning of the word committed. But she never did.  We left the evening kind of depressed. We love her and her work and her wit, and appreciated her in ten million ways, but somehow the evening just left us feeling, sad. We each thought we were the odd-ball only one, so were relieved when we discovered we both felt that way.

We are both hopeful romantics, and perhaps we didn’t sympathise with her allergic-ness to marriage. Mid-lecture I began to think – wow – what pressure she has just put on herself to stay married, now that she has gone through all this work to be married, because she was forced to for immigration purposes, and now shared it with the whole world! Clearly she really loves her man, but we all know how fame’s light puts bizarre pressure on the ones it shines on. I haven’t read the full book yet – and I do appreciate her research on the institution of marriage, and was happy to learn about this one character she found who said that all marriages are automatic acts of subversion against authority. Sir William Ferdinand Mount.

Sir Mount wrote a book called The Subversive Family. Here is what he has to say:

“The family is a subversive organization. In fact it is the only consistently subversive organization.  Only the family has continued throughout history and still continued to undermine the state. The family is the enduring permanent enemy of all hierarchies, churches and ideologies. Not only dictators, bishops and commissars, but also the humble parish priests and café intellectuals find themselves repeatedly coming up against the stony hostility of the family and it’s determination to resist interference to the last.” Wow. What a way to think about it.

I like the sound of that. Being a rebel and a patriotic sort, (I am a Gemini) I find myself wanting to honor our institutions, while smash out of the way they bind us as well.  As we left the crowds behind clamoring to get their books signed we tried to dissect why the evening had left us slightly bereft. We couldn’t put our finger on it.

My girlfriend and I met at this college, Dominican, where the evening happened, so perhaps it was the walk down memory lane 21 years later. She, having taken the traditional route of marriage, myself, haven taken a non-traditional route of marriage, both have a profound respect for romantic soul LOVE itself – and not just love as in ‘I love you’. But the soul mate kind of love, the deep love that has you be able to say, as in the Avatar movie, ‘I see you’ and mean it.  Any observation we made about why we didn’t feel right about the night, lead nowhere.

Making peace with things is good, but it makes marriage seem like a life sentence. Whether it is the institutionalism that has marriage be referred to as ball and chain – or the way we are in marriage of our own choosing, we may never know. Chicken or egg. There is that word again, Institution. Where we go get COMMITTED. I will read on in the book and see if she addresses this unsettling double meaning.

Thank you February, a month which comes after so much rain and dark skies, for bringing glittering PINKNESS into our gray days.  So this morning, I woke up with LOVE on the mind. I lit a candle, made some tea, and sat down to write up these creative love ideas down. Today, I will wear red!

And a word to the Ladies: please don’t leave this day to the guys and then blame them if it is not what you wanted. This list is for you – be generative, and invite him into what is important for you – instead of telling him what you want and then being disappointed because it is not as sparkly as you would like. Take responsibility, don’t expect him to surprise you, handle your own Valentines experience. And most of all, let LOVE be the inspiration, not obligation – but participated in some way, in a weekend where our country celebrates, LOVE. Thank you for the title of your last book, Elizabeth Gilbert, as it is the perfect prescription for Valentines Day.

Eat, Pray, Love   …and I will add: PLAN. Sure spontaneity is awesome, but it may be best in a container that is already defined, by you, as a LOVE experience. If you give yourself an extra four hours prior to the day of, and plan for yourself or your beloved, you will be able to really show that you care. Because caring takes time. And even glitter, needs something to apply itself too. Whether it is a naked body with sparkle lotion, sprinkles on a cake, or a hand made valentines with glitter and lace, there is something upon which the glitter is applied. A foundation. So let planning be the foundation of showing your love. It just turns out better that way.

For many of us, back in kindergarten, Valentines were our first form of correspondence with others besides love notes to mom and dad. How fun were all those little greetings of friendship and love?! Will you be my Valentine? is something we asked many people, not just one. So, remember your friends, too, on this day, especially those having a hard time in their lives. This is a day of love, so, let’s love.

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“Let’s love, oh yes, let’s love, let’s give the town a whirl, let’s kiss and tell and not get caught and I will be your girl.” Caron McCloud (a line from a poem my mom wrote.)

Love Opens Us By Shiloh Sophia McCloud

10 Creative Ideas for Valentine’s Day 2010 by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

(Warning: Each of these suggestions takes pre-day-of planning. And, these suggestions are only for the committed – not for the commitment-phobes.)

  1. LOVE NOTES: Go shopping, get love journals, begin the love year with writing letters to each other in the journals. This is the place for pasting cards, love notes, ticket stubs and even grocery lists into the record a year of love. And, it works great if you pre-prepare a love letter.
  2. DATE NIGHT: Create a date night ritual, starting with Valentines, and put the date nights into your calendar for the year. Make a list of possible plans for how to spend those date nights that are playful, and inspiring. You can even alternate planning it for each other.
  3. LOVE BOOK: If you have been together for a while, there is a trail of love documents and photos.  Get a really nice album, and together spend the day drinking red wine, eating cake and gluing, glittering and pasting a record of your love into your love book. Tip: shop together for the love book “bling”
  4. LOVE STORIES: Interview each other about great memories. Record it in audio or video. This will be priceless as you grow old together. Tip: Most computers have a video thingie now, learn it before the day of.
  5. LOVE NEST: Create your home or bedroom as a lovenest, together. Get flowers, and light candles, decorate it together, go shopping for new pillows, or other little loving things, together. Then make eachother dinner, naked.
  6. LOVE ALTAR: Create a love altar. Clear a dresser or shelf and together, listen to your favorite music, and make an altar honoring your love. What kinds of things remind you of that person? What do you want to bring to your love life this year? What do you want to show gratitude for?
  7. LOVE SONGS: Spend an afternoon pre-the-day and download your favorite love songs and just songs, go all the way back to childhood, and share your music with them.  Plan a concert some time during the day, at night with candles is good – and give it to them, narrating in between about why you put that one on there for them. This is SURE to be a hit.
  8. FEAST of LOVE: Give your love an invitation to a special occasion that you are planning. Make dinner at home, or at a suite you have rented. Choose to have it be a finger feast, and lay it out on boards and plates across the whole table, cheeses and meats and nuts and breads and sauces for dipping and jars of honey and on and on. It is important that it is a “spread” and that there is enough. Feed it to them with your fingers. This is one best, naked or scantily draped. Don’t hid bulges, be proud. But do shave.
  9. VISIONS of LOVE: Create a Vision Board together for your year. Start with what you want to create individually, and together. If you share a spiritual journey together, write a prayer for your life together.
  10. LOVE CEREMONY: Renew whatever vow you have. Let your partner KNOW how you feel. Don’t hold back. And bring something, an object of some kind to commemorate that – seal the deal. Share you full heart. First, open it.

Eat, Pray, Love, Plan, and Celebrate Each Other.

Shiloh Sophia McCloud
Later this week I hope to post my thoughts on the easy ways to write a love poem…

An important part of true love, of course, is loving oneself. And so for those of us who want more of that self love, realizing that if we do not honor ourselves, it is way more challenging for others to honor us, there is something you can do!  Rumor has it that February 13 is the new day of Self Love, and so you can choose to spend a day honoring you, right before you honor the other person with your love. OR if you are single, call a weekend of Self LOVE for you and your girls. Don’t let this love day opportunity pass you by, which is filled with more conscious love energy than many other days of the year, for that reason alone, get in on the juice. AND if you are in the BAY AREA, you can join Self Love expert, Christine Arylo for the Madly in Love with ME happening, I will be there too! Christine is responsible for much of the awareness of the self love movement! Ya Christine! Christine and I teamed up together this weekend at The PAUSE Retreat, and had a great time working with women on planning vibrant and courageous twenty-ten. Each of us chose a power mantra, or power prayer, which sums up our hopes for our year. Have you done one yet?

There are impossible pains

for which there are no words

or phrases which can dislodge

the broken branches and hearts

caught in the throat

which  forever change our stories

Life is punctuated with loss

grief ends sentences in our story

with hard returns and

small hard unforgiving black periods

which are unyielding and solid

will never, ever become commas, again.

We, the people shake empty hands

at God and man and earth and

ask: Why? Our sentences end with

question marks, shouted into space

and we know there will be no answer

but we will never cease to ask: Why?

Some days, there is peace, days which

have no punctuation, a run on sentence

of relief without intro or afterward

or demands for bends in our road

and we live for this open ended feeling,

we accept the plot, character and narrator.

Other days, oh, those tedious other days,

where semi-colons, dashes and dot dot dots… divide our

story into categories so we can get “a hold”

on who we are, what we are doing, we

get out ruler and sieve and scale and red pen and other

tools to reign in bad grammar and correct mistakes.

On good days, of friendship and feasting

we are able to say things of hope and love

followed by one, maybe two exclamation points

and my,  it does feel good on the tongue

and in the heart to exclaim something other than ‘why’.

To give thanks for what there was, and is. And will be.

Blessed are we, if we, despite,

all the poor endings and unfinished paragraphs,

should form our grief into poetry,

a God-language with less proper rules
than that of story or truth or fact and syntax
and can praise, open palmed in prayer and psalm.

Our grief fragments can be woven together

to become art, and song, the stuff legends are made of,

bypassing grammar and biography and even history

because or very soul is made for this unbearable beauty,

although punctuated with unspeakable and everyday pain.

We, the people who are able, continue on, that is our story.

Though we shall never stop hoping for a good ending

for ourselves, and a good beginning for others

and that one day, some day, the footnotes of the universe

will be revealed at last — and the Great Editor,

whose words “In the beginning…” started all of this.

Will hold us on that great lap and begin “Once upon a time”

And instead of crying, we shall laugh, and forgive,

and dream and love as if we understood the messages after all.

My pen breaks forth into flourish and calligraphic praise

Calling for you, for me, and for all who grieve

on bended neck and knee to rise up from our low estate

and create.  Yes I said, create. Grief has punctuated our story.

But that is not the end.

That is how the Creator wrote and spoke this story.

Through creating. And so after enough tears, and ashes,

we will remember again, we have a part in how it all turns out,

not everything that happens. But some things.

Like what sentences come out of our mouths, and

what part we get to play in this grand mysterious story.

Thou hast turned my mourning into dancing. Psalm

1/31/2010

For Sally

Tree of Consciousness

Great Spirit of Life

I offer myself to you this day
I invite your will and your way
to flow as living water in my life
I acknowledge that the power of goodness
is the force in my body spirit and soul
I ask for protection
I ask every cell and system
to listen to this prayer for healing
I celebrate and honor the intelligence
at work throughout my body
I celebrate and honor the love
that opens my heart in this moment
I invoke my higher understanding
I believe that healing is possible
and that right now, that healing is mine
I trust that the mystery of the great unknown
works in ways I cannot see or know
This prayer for transformation will free my energy
I am willing to do the personal work needed
to sustain, activate and hold the resonance
of my own healing journey
This moment I practice the feeling of wellness
I will practice my spiritual path
with intention, focus, hope and creativity
I will not allow guilt and shame to live in me
I forgive myself and those that I can forgive, I do
I call forth the power given me to heal
By the Great Spirit of Life, and I give thanks
I send a prayer of healing to those I know,
those I am yet to know and those I may never know
May we all experience healing and transformation
May the waters of life flow through my body
May the fire of passion purify my heart
May the sweetness of earth enrich my soul
May the tree of life bless my creativity
May the breath of the Divine awaken my mind
May the Great Spirit embrace my great spirit
My faith is making this healing possible.
May it be so
And so, it is

Amen
Shiloh Sophia McCloud
©2006

Her Evolution By Shiloh McCloud

Excerpted rom Her Evolution Journal: A Workbook for Personal Transformation by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

At the Cafe

One of my lifelong visions, and my family assures me I have spoken of it since I was little, is that women do not feel alone/isolated/disconnected from one another. At the heart of my heart is for women to encourage one another towards their dreams.

Years ago I took a training to become an advocate for domestic violence and sexual assault. It went on and on, week after week, statistic after statistic. I remember that my pain in learning about what was actually going on was balanced by joy at the presence of the teacher, Lucinda, who was actually a bluegrass legend in her time.

I got Lucinda’s album, and after class in my car I would listen and integrate the information so as to not go mad with sorrow at the state of women in the world. The last night I learned the most important part of the course, though it was not at that time “printed” in the curriculum: No matter how much education women have, or how hurt they are, the only thing that will keep her out of a damaging relationship is… other women. The support of women in her life.  Wow.

That night Lucinda sang for us, her little banjo strum humming this truth into my mind, my body, and my heart. Sometimes, I think and acknowledge how everything I am doing in my work is a result of events, like this one, adding up over a lifetime like a string of beads on a red thread, one by one, leading me to this moment. This exact moment, which I am sharing with you.

This Christmas my heart was reminded of my calling: that women would not feel isolated… If it was possible for me to do something about it, I would. We had Christmas at Cosmic Cowgirls, and my brother, a loving redneck construction worker kind of guy, was standing with my mom, my sister-in-law and me.

They live just an hour from me, but I am not close with my sister in law, not far in spirit, just not close either. So my brother asked me, What is Cosmic Cowgirls anyway? And I surprised myself by saying, Cosmic Cowgirls is a place where we work towards women not feeling isolated. I said that, instead of my customary, We are a woman and girl owned school and publishing house, dedicated to transforming lives into legends!!!!

Then my sister in law said, I AM ISOLATED! She blurted it! My mom and I have not heard her say anything of the sort. My brother looked at her as if she was losing it, and she said: Well, I am. She is now a Cosmic Cowgirl member.

So the ultimate work of Cosmic Cowgirls, and Leading a Legendary Life, is to be connected to ourselves and to one another. The work is for her, a stay at home mom of two, and for women who are business executives who want to be more creative, and for conservatives who want self expression, and for the self-expressed who want to practice more creativity – to have a life where they like being in it. A place where women of all ages, and all walks of this outrageous life, choose to take a few walks together to consider the nature of the universe and what our part is in it!

We walk with our sisters, towards a life where we are not just existing, but thriving. This is not easy, or sometimes even likely, but at Cosmic Cowgirls we are revolutionaries and what are revolutionaries without a challenge?

Dear Sisters of the World,

All of us feel alone sometimes. All of us have felt like outcasts and like we don’t belong. We are searching for ourselves, while searching for a tribe of others like us. Now we find that how we are like others is really that we each of us is different. And each of us has felt along. Our differences are what is common amongst us. The red thread the connects us, connects a whole bunch of individual wild and wise women. We no longer seek for those like us, but those whose experiences reveal a shining individual jewel of a woman. We must work together to learn how to see each other and value one another for what each of us brings. Your contribution is needed and wanted by the world. Wherever you are right now. Whatever you are going through. And however it works in the world of prayer. I am with you in my spirit and I extend my hand towards you. Imagine that we are having tea together right now.

Shiloh

Practice Peace by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

DISCLAIMER: This writing is exploratory at best. It is a rough draft, unplugged.  I welcome your thoughts.

Confronting the Ethics of the Law of Attraction and Exploring Other Scenarios
How Could It Be So?

I have long been compelled

by the work of easing suffering

and reaching my hand towards that —

the act of which

is the daily bread of my spirit.

Some offer food, shelter and hope.

My work is about encouraging us to use our creativity

to illuminate us

so that we value ourselves

and do not feel worthless, not enough, or be self haters.

This way I figure, our lives as a whole will be different,

if folks move from self love instead of self hate.

Sweet joy and peace, though it seems

unreasonable

comes only after the little flame of pain

has been lit on the heart in anguish

from hearing the cries of the world,

ours and theirs

and crying back, first with wonder, words and wishes

and then reaching back with what Creator:

The Power of the Universe

has put in your hand to do.

Compassion in action

may be the path to personal peace,

not avoiding pain,

this is something all the great religions

can agree on, except perhaps,

some
which suggest you can avoid suffering

if you will just

think correctly and practice these 5 easy steps towards

that which you are manifesting.

I am of another opinion. And I don’t care how popular it is.

The victims of our world do not call on their pain

from karma or negative thinking or to learn a hard lesson from

a daunting God or demanding universe or past life.

How could it be so?

We have gone beyond the simplicity

of each person’s cosmic destiny

being uniquely theirs to unfold.

Perhaps it was like that once long ago. I don’t know.

But since we poisoned our earth,

poisoned our body, poisoned our spirit,

a randonmness has ensued

that catches us in a crossfire

that someone else may have started,

that has nothing to do with us.

But since it crossed our path,

NOW it has to do with us just because

we have to deal with other’s messes and our own.

Now that we have the illness or calamity –

how we act is ours. Is up to us.

But the hardship showing up in the first place,

MAY OR MAY NOT have been personal to our path.

It becomes personal when it crosses our path – but

not because it crosses our particular path.

Now it belongs to us to manage, but did we CALL it to ourselves?

Sometimes. Not always.

It is so strange – I think

To think someone could “call on” being run over by a car –

Be so powerful as to CAUSE A CAR TO RUN THEM OVER

and yet not powerful enough to KNOW how to think to prevent

such hazards. The juxtaposition of power and powerlessness

in this scenario is mind boggling.

Here is a quote from a very popular being Abraham:

“These beings, that are acting out in those ways that you find so awful, are tormented and suffering in ways that you will not understand. Their horrible acts are extensions of that pain. We also have to say to you — no one who is not a vibrational match to that could be their victim.”

How could it be so?

How could it be so

that there is divine order,

as well as random chaos?

Because there is good and evil.

Some say we “cause” the evil through thinking it.

Whatever each person’s religion says about how it got here

And what it is doing and how it influences our lives –

Evil is here.  Famine. Death. Rape. Greed. Ponography are here.

Regardless of what I think about evil, I contend with these evil

forces just by showing up in a body.

There is a cause and effect bigger than our understanding of

the law of attraction.

There may be more than one answer. Consider this scenario.

Warning: graphic content.

The Poisoned Woman

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She doesn’t know. She gets cancer.

Is it because of something she did, specifically to call it to her?

Random.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She doesn’t move. She gets cancer.

Participation.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She moves. She has a clean bill of health. Still gets cancer.

The way it is.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She doesn’t move. She chooses to think she will not get sick,

Thinks good thoughts. It works.

A miracle.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She chooses to think she will not get sick. She doesn’t move. Thinks good thoughts or hopes for the best. Gets cancer. Sues the landowner. And is now, really hard on herself that she didn’t move, and she didn’t think good enough thoughts, no matter how much she believed on it.

Happens a lot.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.
She knows. She cannot move. She gets cancer. Chooses to think it is her time.

Is it her time, or is it not?

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She contacts the landlord. She is so busy. She cannot afford to move. She chooses not to think about it. She gets pregnant from a one night stand. She is not sick, but her child is born handicapped. She doesn’t know if it is the water. She blames herself. Is she to blame?

The human condition.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She doesn’t know. But the landlord does, and doesn’t tell her. She has a healthy child with an absent father. Eventually she finds out. Landlord offers to install a filter.

She says yes.  He comes over, she steps out for minute. Her child gets molested. Water filter installed. Still poison. Only she doesn’t know. And her child cannot speak yet, so she also doesn’t know what happened. The child grows up, gets cancer, doesn’t know why.

All too common.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She is too overwhelmed to take action. She works two jobs. The landlord tells her he will handle it. He doesn’t. She doesn’t have healthcare.  She feels sick all the time, but blocks out that it may be because of the water. She lets it go because she does not know what else to do.

Ignorance and poverty. American healthcare.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.
She knows. She decides not to move. A friend comes over. Mentions the water. She tells the friend. The friend asks questions. The friend calls the Landlord. Makes friend move immediately in with her. Gets compensation to move friend to new home.

Community.

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She moves. She gets cancer. She uses it to wake up, to become present.

She helps others. She first challenges and confront the landowner to transform the building. He does finally. She forgives the landowner. She dies in peace because of how she dealt with the situation.

Grace.

A woman lives in a rental home.
She eats healthy and there is no contaminated water, she is on a well. She had a hard childhood. She is still so mad she cannot get over it. She has tried everything. She cannot get the images of her pain out of her mind. Her pain turns to hate. She gets cancer.

Self Induced?

A woman lives in a rental home.
She eats healthy and there is no contaminated water, she is on a well. She had a hard childhood. She is still so mad she cannot get over it. She has tried everything. Her pain turns to hate. She lives to be 101 and mean as cat piss.

Luck?

A woman has contaminated water in her rental home.

She knows. She moves. She gets cancer. She heals herself. She then helps other move out of contaminated buildings. Begins awareness campaign for toxins.

Hallelujah!

And the scenarios go on! The trouble is, it is NOT just one way. So promoting that it is, whether it is Christian or Hindu or The Law of Attraction is mis-leading people. Maybe we DON’T know how it is, I don’t know either – but I am pointing out that it is not just one way.

In speaking with my Native American friends, about the complete desecration of their people and land, some have said, We understand that change was inevitable. Did we call on this specific kind of change? As a nation? As a individuals? As a collective? Were we not “thinking” and doing right, so as to some how call this massacre a destiny that we called forth. No. They do not think so, generally speaking.

With child trafficking, rape, bio-chemicals – how could it be so that each blow we are dealt was something we specifically caused to ourselves?  There is order to the universe, but it is not this kind. There are TOO MANY options, and too many outcomes. We KNOW that thinking well can heal, and sometimes it does and sometimes it does not. SiNCE the stats are in that it is random whether we get hit by  car – maybe it was our time, but maybe NOT!  Suicide bombers killing thousands of innocent people are TAUGHT to believe they get to go to Heaven for serving God. Did each one of those victims have a divine appointment to meet with the insanity of that occasion? Ignorance and enforced taboos keep us captive! That babies are being raped in Africa as a thought cure for aids! Does every girlchild of female genital mutilation call that upon herself in a sick karmic tryst with her family and future husband? And then there is collective karma too – to explain Hurricanes and earthquakes – and some call it God’s punishment! What?

When we do not understand the horror of what is happening here, we may blame God, because how could God allow this to happen? So they leave God all together.  I really understand this as it is so HARD to make sense of the senseless. I have chosen to be in dialogue with GOD about all of it rather than not to be in conversation at all.

The real question is not ‘does it belong to us personally’, but how can we as a human race co-creating with Creator begin to bring HEALING and CARE to our world?

I have thought about this topic a lot as I face it all the time with the thousands of women I work with. And I have much more to say, and the LORD knows I need to refine the above conversation as well because it is clearly important for me to speak out about the randomness and crossfire I believe each of us is subject to.

In closing, what I would like to say, is that my experience with the women I have worked with, is that thinking they caused their cancer or their child’s birth defects or what have you – IS NOT A HEALING THOUGHT, and does not inspire the appropriate kinds of actions, because guilt is crippling if misplaced. IF we are truly guilty, that is another story and has a different conclusion and shows up differently in the life of that person. The ones who are caught in the crossfire, but are inducing guilt are not being inspired to act towards healing.

There is the personal, the collective and then how they intersect. Have we as a people as a whole attracted this situation? In a way, I would say that yes – we have.
But since we continue to birth children into this who were not a part of making it this way, how is that child responsible for entering into this madness?

So what is there to do about this? I will release a Part Two on my thoughts about what to do. But for now just leave it at this.

My prayers go out to Haiti, to Oakland, to the rich and the poor and to everyone in between who wonders how to proceed in impossible circumstances.

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Blessed Is She That Believed

There is a place in the heart

past the old stories and the new stories

to the left of the old baggage to the right of the hopes for the future

beyond the ideas of what is and isn’t and was and wasn’t.

I have seen it. I have felt it.

There is a place in the heart that is whole.

Unharmed. Beyond reproach. Holy. Healed.

Sometimes it feels like too much damage has been done.

Like the heart has sustained too many wounds

and the mind won’t allow it to be otherwise,

and we want to give up. Not surrender, but

g i v e u p

on our hopes. On ourselves.

This is a very dangerous place

and we must leave there at once,

searching with our little lights for the holy place.

This place in the heart I am speaking of

was put there by God,

and it is tended by Our Lady of Love.

She nurtures it and waters it and keeps it from whithering

from our lack of frequent enough visits.

Because she herself has lived through worse than what we endure,

she understands.

Then finally, when we believe that there is a place for us,

a place prepared by God -

we can go into that mysterious chamber called

the heart

and believe once again in possibility. In goodness.

In our own bright future.

Sure there is much to be said of doom and gloom

that would take us off our path if we let it.

But we won’t.

Instead we will believe that good will triumph.

And we will practice visiting that holy place inside ourselves

and sharing it with others.
Because that is what we were born to do:

LOVE

Yes, we were made for love, from love.

Shiloh Sophia McCloud

And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord. Luke 1:45


Wings of Lead

Leap of Faith by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Leap of Faith by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

though the day presses

upon our hearts and bodies

we have wings which

are strong from use

gravity comes exhaling down

and, inhaling, we rise,

unfolding. unfurling.

though sometimes coughing

we rise with bright courage

into possibility and the future’s hands

while carrying with us

the cries of our Haiti

and our Africa and our Oakland

and every street or roadway

where a child reaches

and finds not food or comfort

we carry them with us to visit

GOD.

every human on this earth

who has not care from friend

or government, who has not

clean water to drink

or blanket to wrap

or soup to spoon

or medicine to heal

we are sorry

I am so so so sorry

though it is no consolation

I carry you in my heart

heavy with sorrow

burdened by wondering -how-?

we see you, through a glass darkly

what good is it to promise

salvation later?

redemption from the past?

pie in the sky?

to someone who is truly hungry?

sometimes, these wings of faith

feel like wings of lead

only God can make our wings

into stardust woven with light again

Oh, God, hear our prayer

Oh, Holy Lady, sure aid of those in despair

Come now. Come now. Come now.

Motivate us humans to do God’s work on earth.

Loving One Another. Loving One Another. Wake us.

Amen

Shiloh Sophia McCloud

In the Wake of the Haiti Earthquake

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