Tag Archives: Mother Earth

my dear john letter to Spring

Dear Spring,
Sorry, but I have to break up with you. I can’t stand your fickleness. Every time I let myself be seduced by your warmth, and I think it’s okay to open my heart and come out and play and bask in your warm spring snowregard, you turn a cold shoulder – frosty, even. And that frostiness kills. I can’t stand to have my heart broken by you again. I can’t allow myself to be seduced by your promises. I just can’t take that risk; it’s too painful. Besides, I’ve met someone else called Summer. And he promises me warmth. There is nothing frosty about him. I wish you the best, Spring, but we are done.
Best regards,
Grace

you don’t fuck with Mother Nature, buddy

Today I felt a man dis me – and if felt like it was b/c I’m a female. It did not feel good – at first. He Mother Earthasked me a question, I began to answer, and then he ignored me when a man entered the room, and asked the man the same question he had just asked me. I left the room and the “conversation”.

Mother-Earth And I was somewhat upset about it – but only b/c I was wondering what kind of energy I was putting out to have, perhaps, attracted that. So I took a break to check on my energy and get some clarity on the situation (okay, I went to the bathroom). And while I was peeing, I focused on my womb space and the Divine Feminine energy there and sent it down both legs and into the ground. I could feel the roots growing downward as I pushed it further down. It felt amazing.

I got the Mother’s response immediately, and for the first time since beginning this exercise a week ago, I physically felt the power and energy return to me from the Divine Earth Mother after sending down those cords. It felt like power, like strength, support; it felt delicious. It felt like home. The energy was huge, heavy, dark, rich and fecund, and I did not stagger under its weight.

Instead, I grew big – in power. I felt my energy shift and accept the invitation from the Mother. And unlike Masculine power, which when I try and imitate it, makes me want to stand tall and open my chest and get big physically, this energy felt powerful from deep within. And it felt like a lovely, irreverent secret shared between womenfriends.

Mother-Earth1Immediately I laughed and was no longer upset – why bother with someone’s disrespect? It had nothing to do with me.

The Power came through me, and with no small amount of delight, I directed my thoughts/energy (which did not contain anger or upset anymore) to the disrespectful man:  “Who do you think you are to dis me? I am The Power. I am The Glory. I am Mother Nature, Mother Earth. You don’t fuck with Mother Nature, buddy. I am The Power that created you. I have the ability to create humans – from scratch. You would not even be here in physical form were it not for me,” the Mother, through me, said.

And I laughed again.

Dear Ones, Dear Sisters: You are The Power and The Glory. You are Creators. You are Feminine.

Heal on, sisters.

shed some light on it

Using Every Day Poems‘ prompt again today. The prompt is “shed some light on it” and with some help from Jane Siberry’s song, “Calling All Angels”.

it flies out in every direction
as she moves through time and space
even down into the Mother with each step
they seem to be a few inches deeper than the surface
those footfalls
sinking into the soft sweet Belly of the Divine One

careful
considered
measured
but still
bona fide
still just her
in-brief
condensed
rich
boiled down
to the
marrow
the thickness

feeling her halting way through space
through time and back
testing them with her heart’s wet index finger raised
gauging their direction
still not sure

“How much weight?
how much?
Then it’s how long?
and how far?
And how many times …

before it’s too late?

Calling all angels. Calling all angels.”

she calls them daily
waiting politely
for them to respond
needing their hand
at her elbow
to move through

this dance
it seems to be more about collision
than moving with
she wants to be able
to slide through and between all those
molecules
atoms
but so far anyway
seems to be
more about crashing into them
to watch them fall around her
aching with the impact

she treads carefully
carrying that old record
like vinyl
inside her
playing and playing
nonstop
until she suddenly hears it
feels it
and calls for a sudden
shocked
Halt!
that’s not mine
she shouts only to herself
wretched in the discovery

how can that old record
still be playing
when it’s author has departed
who is playing that!?
she shouts again
Stop!
That’s not mine!

can’t I just be as clean
and clear
as I AM
as I came in
why must I run
this gauntlet

feeling like she must
prove herself
in some holy bloody way
to deserve her new skin
those muscles and nerves
doubts even the
Light
sometimes
because it gets too mingled
and contaminated by
the suit
to be able to separate