wise woman ways
This is the part on the wheel of the year where birth, from what you’ve grown, is but a barely there hint of a dream. Because of the Mercury Retro, we are reviewing whatever happened in our life, especially your opinions of it, since summer solstice onward. The review is almost over, and the catalyzing intellectual energy of Libra which has felt stuck bc of the retro will blast through on the other side of the weekend.There will then come a lot of emotional processing, followed around Thanksgiving by a clarity of will and values, before we enter the deeper stage of restful sleep to prepare the soul for rebirth.
We burn lights for our ancestors now, as we are in the West or Reflective time of the wheel of life. We honor them, seek their vision, guidance, support.
With the solar eclipse as well, we take time to tend that in our day to day lives which we will consciously let go of now. What will compost? Later it will feed life, again.
Traditional Samhain (Halloween) is celebrated at sun down. For thousands of years people venerated the Oneness of Life through its manifestations of living and dying and living again right here on earth. I call this the Earth or Wisdom Path. Post-Christian peoples assimilated Samhain as Halloween. You’ve heard it said: the veil between knowing and not knowing, light and dark, living and dying thins as these realities meet in between. This is quite literal of the thinning of the line in Psyche of conscious and unconscious. My own sleep has been nothing short of magical all week!
The Full Moon on Wednesday (close to 4am Pacific) is traditional Final Harvest. It’s a flashlight, illuminating all you’ve brought into being this year. As well, it highlights what you still yearn for or what is left unresolved.
This is an important time of quickening. There is an increased rush of energy that those sensitives among us have likely felt since last week. It is the upcoming lunar new year you feel! On the earth path, lunar new year or Lunar Samhain is on the new moon, October 23.
The veil is thin now, and thins…the deep knowing of the relationship between our inner and outer lives is closest to the surface.
For fun, take time to journal this week. About whatever’s got a hold of you. Just let go on the page and really get honest and get it out! It will be cool to look back on it in February when the seeds of next year first stir. They are formed of the bounty of this week’s moon .
It also is a lunar eclipse, when we have the opportunity to completely vanish old, outdated beliefs!
Remember, Women’s Mysteries teach that at peak-life, we lean likewise into death. Too, at dark’s door comes the opening for light. We honor this inner knowing this week. We take heart of our own wisdom, the comings and goings of life, of our personal paths, of graces and losses and the sweet space where they meet in-between. Take time and assess your blessings in full for the year. Conscious gratitude is magical. Consider what it is like to hold what you grow and to see it also decrease, for such are the ebbs and flows of the cycles of life. Consciousness of loss engenders empathy, a sacrament of connectivity.
Let the light of this week’s Final Harvest Moon illuminate you from deep within, where your soul and heart constantly grow the other again and again. You are blessed. Know this.
Last night’s, and tonight’s, waxing full moon. Over Laguna Canyon, CA. Final Harvest.
Don’t let them tame you.
Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wild…
Canyon chill is a smile that comes in the place where there’s only room for secrets and strength, which is hope, just under the skin. I do not like cold but October Canyon chill isn’t the cold of dreary end it is the invigorating reminder that end is Begin! in disguise.
I am a spring equinox baby so I do best on the quarter moon. Wednesday was a day of life. Thursday I went to Sleepy’s to swim. Where I always find my joy again, sea-bliss shine. There is sage to be bundled and mugwort crushed for dream bags and tea. I picked it from the dear canyon here under the last moon of Summer. What a harvest. On Wednesday w my other wise womens Sepi and D, I will honor the peak-end of growth tide. Big ol fat ol full moon! Sacred Final Harvest. This is vision moon-tide, vision cycle of precious inner-outter alignment sight. Aligning–which is our choice bc with wisdom, comes responsibility. We choose to take pause, tend ourselves, align. With the potent pure potentiality energy, as it floods us through one last time.
There are such exciting things coming up! Wild Women Wisdom is undergoing some exciting evolution! I cannot wait to be what is yet to come (as I have already seen or sensed it, in the wild wisdom or poet-vision inside sacred space.) Officially, I start my collaboration with Eve of Magpie Life on October 23 in LA as a featured presenter for her life coaching Living Room series. Presenting on the power of Women’s Mysteries! Ahh so blessed is the soul who follows her own inner light, all the way through the tunneled darkness when it appears to have entirely lost its glow…
It is Friday which means Poetry Day. There is ceaseless Feminist Re-Visioning happening in the collective. Social Justice Action being made true and real manifest. I Poet-Activist. Since Youth. Always, Youth. I sat a long time this morning in my loft in quiet happy reflection. It is tidey up here and cool, not stuck with thuck-thuck hawt heat. What a difference, two weeks. Another reason I love fall. Be Good Tanyas played, and The Waifs. In my time I have seen ten thousand setting suns. And I made my bed where I laid my head and it never hurt no one.
The morning started with Jolie herself, though. Singing The Littlest Bird, which as soon as the chords hit I knew: as yes, poetry day for sure. Vision strong and pure.
Sonoma, February, 2012.
When I called Mike who is from where I’m from and is why I live here now. He’s been in the OC since 2002 I think. I was in a panic it was a rotten, drenched redwoods February afternoon. I was staying in Sonoma fifteen minutes from the coast. Unwittingly taking care of a grow. I had thought I’d stay there for good, until suddenly that changed and I knew: I have to go. In four days I had it all ordered, and back to living in my little car and on the road I went. I drove all the way from Russian River to Newport Beach. This is how I ended up here! It was grey the whole way down the 5. It was cold and I was full of washrag gut. Wringing. Fear. Closer I got to LA shorter my breath got til I was driving the awful updowns of Grapevine in the dark not knowing how to do what I was going to do. It was bolts of blank and muscle shock and nothing works when your last ditch is get me out of here and fuck even that has turned on you, too. I didn’t know where I was but know I do.
Anaheim and busy traffic and neon lights.
Jolie Holland came on. Suddenly and I remembered. Breathe. All you can do. I played and replayed her song, steady driving down the 5. Trained my breath to the words of her song. I sang, and sang. I sang along.
The GPS took me some way that I ended up on Beach. So I crossed the jetty into Newport in the dark and there at the bridge was an eery fog. But on Mike’s road it was warm and I felt the glow of soul. I went in and he was asleep on the couch. Dez on the other one, Tyler studying at the counter. It all started right then.
This morning, it was nice to once more hear that song. Reflections, you know? Under Strong Vision Time of Final Harvest Moon-Waxing Tide. Wisdom of making new out of the rich substance of what is old, what has gone before.
This is the cyclic work of soul…
The Littlest Bird
Well, I feel like an old hobo I’m sad, lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer’s day Now the summer days are through You pass through places And places pass through you But you carry them with you On the soles of your traveling shoes Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly I wake you up in the morning So early just to tell you I got the wandering blues I got the wandering blues And I’m going to quit these rambling ways One of these days soon
And I sing, the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wild Like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child And I’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill Singing these blues with a warble and a trill But I’m not too blue to fly No I’m not too blue to fly ‘Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songsThe littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs But I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly I wake you up in the morning so early Just to tell you I’ve got the wandering blues I’ve got the wandering blues And I don’t want to leave you I love you through and through Well I left my baby on a pretty blue train And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain And I had the wandering blues And I sang those wandering blues And I’m gonna quit these rambling ways One of these days soon And I sing, the littlest birds sing the prettiest songsThe littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs Well I don’t care if the sun don’t shine And I don’t care if nothing is mine And I don’t care if I’m nervous with you I’ll do my loving in the wintertime
And it is here: heart of summer, hearth of soul.
I am ovulating, or pre-ovulation, which as a woman I know means I am at the height of my vitality. I am sparkling, vivacious, full of energy and ideas and intuitive, big-eyed ideas that seem to naturally connect like a live line of fire sizzling through me. My body, my very being is readying to give life, and as I enter ovulation my whole being reflects this aspect of me. What is ripe in me, of me, prepares itself…these energies are real and whole with or without making an actual child. My being offers forward to the world the most fertile forms of me still yet to be.
Because I work consciously with these energies in me, in a way that has been explorative and mindful of the women’s work for many years now–I understand that there is no separating out the parts of me that are blind, repressed, or numb to this knowledge. That in fact, right along side the ovulation-power within me comes too the social, familial, and ancestral programs of my Psyche, the stories that tell me this true, authentic power and feminine strength is poison, bad, wrong. Such an important part of the women’s work is being mindful of these stories or tapes in my head, how and where they play in my body, and how I shut down or close my eyes to them. Meeting these shadows with love, gentleness, and true compassion for my self is such a deep and important part of my work.
This week also brings us to what I will call Full Growth moon. This is my name for the cycle that comes after Summer Solstice. Honoring the cyclical way in which our bodies, as women, follow the tide and chart of the larger ecological systems from which we come, and to which we will return grounds us in wisdom: rather than dominion over Nature, spiritual, psychological, and even scientific traditions teach that we as humans actually share an exact reflection of life’s larger, ecologically natural nature. When we enlarge our way of being and seeing to encompass this wider understanding, symbolism can inform us and help make real the wisdom work of our soul’s path.
So it is that we consider–the first moon cycle of summer makes its way towards full this weekend. Full Growth moon cycle–if we have been mindful of our cycles we know well what we are growing, and have worked to be in flux with the natural forward flowing, regressing ebbing of the tides of life. The moon is a symbol of our soul, for which our psyche is the vehicle of communication. Psyche speaks in voices, the many voices of which our Ego is only one. It also speaks in images–those mind pictures you see vividly, suddenly, OR an artistic image that stops your tracks out in the world. This might be in the form of a commercial which speaks to you, a line from a song that wont leave you. Maybe a tree or bird that grabs your attention on the way home from work.
This week, as the Full Growth moon shines brighter and brighter, all around we actually see this pure and potent physical growth in the natural world. The images are strong! What images come forth from you, your soul right now under this clear light? What images in the world around you are really alive and personal for you? If, like me, your are entering your pre and ovulation phase, it is such an exciting time to be open-eyed, mindful of the inter-connecting web, the mystery of how the inside life and outside life reflect each other. What a holy and sacred relationship, this creative dance! The women’s work reminds us that we get the choice to be mindful in how we show up to it.
This is the week of the year that your own growth–or in other words, what it is that is meaningful and real to you and wants to be, or maybe has just been manifested !!–and is prevalent and on display. Witness it! Take time to be reflective and remember you have a choice to do so. What life are you growing? How are you nurturing the fertility cycles of your own soul? If you are ovulating this week, the work you put in will really show itself in the world under the full moon of August–first Harvest Moon. By then, as the tide begins to change and the light of growth begins to wane, we will turn the discussion more towards how to nurture your bounty, harvest seeds from it, and plant them deep in the psyche in the unconscious darkness, to prepare for rest and nurturing in the year of growth to come….
Happy Full Growth this week, with love.