Poem for my 2017 students + COLOR of WOMAN in 2019
When myth wakes you up from your slumber, do not hesitate, rise and take up the pen!
:::. A Poem for my 2017 Students .:::.
The Gift of Restlessness
May you be lucky enough
To have a poem wake you up
From a dead sleep
Pull your tangled hair
Yank you to the pen and page
For the reckoning hours
In answering calls of unrest
That only some are alive enough to discern
Discipline is formed through
Stories written on thin dry skin
Waiting to be read with tender fingers
Stories that might not otherwise be known
May you be blessed enough
To have an image long to be drawn
By your untrained hand
As you reach for pen and paper
The quivering begins, the mystery reveals
a bit of thigh from the midnight blue dress
In this invitation you sense a sacred rite
A secret society since forever
Where those who tempt the Muse and
In turn are tempted by the Muse
Meet in unseen realms to
Court restlessness as a long lost lover
May you be brave enough
Answer the call of the wild self
Who lives at the edge and has her art studio at
‘the bridge between the worlds place’
She calls to your domesticated self
To cross and leave mediocrity behind
May you recognize that your creative soul
Has the raw unbridled goods of medicine
That intuition howls at the moon here
Let your desire stir you from slumber
Rise to the occasion of your unrest my love
We are howling just across the ridge
Do you hear us?
12-26-2017 in preparation for the Wolf Moon of January 1-2, 2018.
Keepers of the Golden Egg : Painting 2017 from collaborative class with Flora Aube in which my phoenix continued to become a goose, but a golden goose!
Sending you blessings at this turning of the seasons and the year…
I have just returned home from a two week adventure in Santa Fe with friends and family. A myth about the Animal Queen woke me and so here I am at the writing desk. A few days before I left Santa Fe, I wrote this poem for my students which seems to be along the same thread. Of allowing and perhaps even inviting story to rouse you from your sleeping. That sleeping could be any number of things – comfort – complacency – being a writer who doesn’t write and so on. I wanted to write to the some 300+ women who have spent more than a year with me in the deep dive that is Intentional Creativity. I wanted to thank them for that sacred trust of time and resources.
I knew when I got home I wanted to put on my pajamas, light the fire and candles, make some tea and then later some wine and lay under my furry blanket to see if the kitties would come, and yes, forgive me for my absence. Auntie Mary (Stella Mac) was here so they weren’t alone, but still. Strange though it may be, I spoke to them in the kitty ethers. So I did just that. It took an hour or so but then there they were and we played all day on the couch dreaming and talking. Jonathan too came and went as he does, and we dreamed the future, listened to Dr. Martin Shaw, a mythologist addiction to say the least. Then this morning, the myth came and now I am working on that – but wanted to come in over here along the red thread and send you this poem. Yes written for those who studied with me deeply – yet a call to all those who are on my red thread and in my cosmic tribe, whether I have ever met you or not.
If you plant to take COLOR of WOMAN in 2019 – here is your next action step: In January LEGEND – Oracle and Ally begins – an all new course that has never happened before and will never happen again in this way. I think the myth I am writing now is a part of that story since each woman will be painting her own animal ally in the painting with her Legendary Self. LEGEND is the pre-requisite for Color or Woman – and so if someone has a desire or inkling to join us in 2019 for the Intentional Creativity Teacher Training – then this is the next move.
Sending love from beneath the fur blanket from Sonoma,
A night out on the town in Santa Fe with my love, Jonathan McCloud
Video of Martin Shaw on Community
“To be in touch with wilderness is to have stepped past the proud cattle of the field and wandered far from the twinkles of the Inn’s fire. To have sensed something sublime in the life/death/life movement of the seasons, to know that contained in you is the knowledge to pull the sword from the stone and to live well in fierce woods in deep winter.
Wilderness is a form of sophistication, because it carries within it true knowledge of our place in the world. It doesn’t exclude civilization but prowls through it, knowing when to attend to the needs of the committee and when to drink from a moonlit lake. It will wear a suit and tie when it has to, but refuses to trim its talons or whiskers. Its sensing nature is not afraid of emotion: the old stories are full of grief forests and triumphant returns, banquets and bridges of thorns. Myth tells us that the full gamut of feeling is to be experienced.
Wilderness is the capacity to go into joy, sorrow, and anger fully and stay there for as long as needed, regardless of what anyone else thinks. Sometimes, as Lorca says, it means ‘get down on all fours for twenty centuries and eat the grasses of the cemetaries.’ Wilderness carries sobriety as well as exuberance, and has allowed loss to mark its face.” ― Martin Shaw
May LOVE be at the CENTER of all CHOICES