Reflections
February 02nd, 20232/2/2023 February
Imbolc ~Catherine Beerda-Basso Springs Beginnings Winters Thaw and perhaps in this place Love will be invited in Love will be allowed to To Rise with the light Love shown in troubled times is the most precious of all It is easy to love when there is no tragedy hurt strife grief challenge Bone Love happens when it is hard Love built with sturdy ‘strong bones’ flourishes Loving when it hurts creates fortitude it takes great courage to stand in this kind of Love May we all such courage May the marrow of our bones hold us May the blood in our veins keep us May the earth beneath our feet and all that lives there guide us with Compassion May the sky above and all that resides there watch over us in Grace May we have courage May we have courage May we have courage Courage with Wings (Kitchen Finch) collected by me 2022
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Transmutation1/28/2023 Beautiful and Worthy
I lay into the earth With the Courage to feel I scrub my body heart and mind of the accumulated stresses and unaddressed anguish I am the author of my personal story Rebirth Offering Nourishment feed the Soil of my Spirit as investment in freedom Reflection and Restoration open me Precious attention fills me I Trust You I Trust Me I am Winter Grieving Woman “She who has the Courage To Break Open” I continue to feed in secret what needs to thrive This is what transmutation looks like And here I remain image collected by me 2023 words inspired by Prayers of Honoring Grief ‘Transmutation’ By @pixielighthorse Patience1/27/2023 Pray
Make prayers Sing prayers Live like a prayer It's OK You're OK You're finding your way Breathe Pray Breathe Pray Breathe Pray Be gentle Honour Love You are The Light You are The Gatekeeper You are Home ~Catherine Beerda-Basso image collected by me 2021 gifted by Winter & CoyWolf #nofilterneeded #pray #prayer #winter #honouringthenorth #coywolf #bethemedicine #youarethemedicine #patience note: *prayer is personal, there is no one way to pray/set intentions/plant seeds/give voices to needs and celebrations *prayer is personal, make it your own Life Death Life Cycle10/30/2022 This season pulls me in
I want to feel my bare feet in the cold dark earth I want to feel my hair stick to my cheeks as the fog dampens it I want to smell the freshly chopped cedar waiting to be fed to my wood stove I want to sit in the long night pondering the death of things within and around me I want to feel the crisp of the early morning as it wakens my skin and then the cool damp of the night air while I watch the owl hunt and the candle flickers I want to re-member where I came from I want to re-member where I have been These are some of what makes me feel alive in these days of deep, mysterious, and vulnerable change. And that is why we have gathered, to honour, to ignite, (and as Gandhi said) to be the change we want to see in amongst our people and in the world. We are the great granddaughters of generations of women who had to hide their ability to heal, to hold wisdom, to know. Women who were told to be feared. We are the granddaughters of generations of women who were told that they were savages, uncivilized, sinful, crazy, disposable. We are the daughters of women cut off from their truth, their birthrights, their grounding, their voice. Women who were not to be believed. We are the daughters who walk with those stories in our bones, in our blood Our cells hold the stories of all those who walked before us And we feel the suffering, and so we gather For this is the time of reclaiming We are the daughters who are re-membering re-claiming what was hidden due to oppression and fear. Tonight, We are reclaiming the Sacred Feminine and re-birthing it through our shame-less and wild, feminine bodies, into this modern world. We are reclaiming the Lost Voices, as we sit in sacred space and listen, with sacred pause, to what they have to tell us. We are reclaiming our magic We are reclaiming our ritual We are reclaiming our ceremony We are reclaiming connections, with ourselves, each other, the natural world and to The Great Mystery of The Spiritual Realm We are reclaiming the wholeness of ourselves, our light and our dark We are reclaiming the traditions of our peoples And we are honouring the traditions of the lands we now live on Together we re-member and re-claim all that was forgotten, punished, ignored, shamed, and dismantled We do this together, because in this place of togetherness, we are stronger We all know death We all know loss We all know suffering In these places we can stand together, equally. Our skin, our genetics, our heritage does not stop this connection Do the trees not stand together, even though they are different? So it can be, and is meant to be, with Us. Together Together, we are stronger. Together we are re-claiming our connection to each of our own Sacred Feminine Life Force and together we reclaim our communities as places where values and traditions are honoured, by bringing back what we have re-member by bringing back what we have re-claimed. We are in a time where the tower is crumbling, a great unraveling is in motion and it is in this time of great change, that we are called Called to Re-claim our birth-right Our birth-right of The Sacred Feminine. We have re-turned. And it is here, I remain. -Catherine Beerda Basso Samhain Gathering 2022 We came here to do hard things9/29/2022 We came here to do hard things
This is not the same as coming here to suffer Pain + Resistance = Suffering We came here to do hard things experience connect learn about that which can not be explained WE cannot be explained Can that BE ok? Why do you think the dominant culture pushes the explanation? the understanding? the knowing? Are we meant to fear ourselves? Would we teach the children to fear who they are? the magic they carry? the wisdom they already hold? Would you teach the children to fear themselves? My pray is that your answer be a resounding NO. What purpose is there in fearing our own magic? And if you cannot find purpose in that What do you see as the Truth of who/ what you are? We came here to do hard things, and we were not meant to do them alone. These are the thoughts I sit with tonight as I look forward to tomorrow, when I will head into the mountains with a small group of brave sisters willing to do hard things. Willing to Listen Willing to Learn Willing to Heal Not heal to fix but heal to expand. I have been holding these retreats, in The Cascade Mountains for 10 years now, and this will be the last time I will do this. It’s hard to let go. Yet, it is what is being asked of me. I don’t know what is waiting for me around the corner, and that is hard. Yet I trust, even when it is hard to. And, for now, I go to sleep knowing I will awake to take one more trip into the mountains, with brave and beautiful souls, who like me, are willing to do hard things, and are not afraid of what we might find our about ourSelves, in the process. See you on the other side. #intothedeep #sisterhoodheals #shaenalachhealingandretreats #listenlearnheal #connectionisthecure #celebrate #bethemedicine The Silent Summer7/16/2022 4 years ago I wrote the following while on a personal, inner quest…
Day 183 #innerquest Going into The Cave of Healing can look like many different things, and come in surprising forms… Like watching a father eagle feed his young one as the mother looks on Baby loons riding on their mama's back King Fisher bringing a mouth full of food back to the nest A small squirrel scolding a black lab A small mama bird sitting upon her newly hatched chicks The rushing water of a tremendous waterfall The soft step of forest moss Thunder and Lightning and Summer Showers Jumping naked into the early morning lake And watching your little family bond It's sinking into the ease of grief with no apology and swimming to the other side Here I can see healing isn't complicated What’s complicated is me, my fleshy thoughts, my unnecessary expectations In The Cave I find my humanity and re-member to feel fully is what I am here to do. To receive, to give. to receive. To live, to die, to live again. I'm not done yet, just wanted to say that I am still here, firmly on this earth. My roots going deep, and my branches reaching high; staff in hand, lantern held high. …and so I remain I wrote this as I was moving toward the transition of turning 50 and stepping into Elder, Crone, Hag. Now, almost 4 years later, and many miles covered, it is still the small things in which I find the magic and beauty of life. Even in the face of the monsters, the storms, the dark unknown, I see the sparkles, the love, the beauty of this unexpected human life. As an elder, my desire is to open to the possibilities, embrace the unknow and trust in the light flicker. As an elder, my intention is to stand still and listen, to move mindfully, and re-member that there are always more options than can be initially seen. I continue to learn to get out of my own way; to let go of what is not mine, what no longer serves me and to BE the peace that is within me. I continue to learn that I am more than my stories, that I am less complicated than I think. I moved through The Bone Cave, to The Refiners Fire, to The Waters and then to sit at The Ancestral Fire. Wind, Fire, Water and Earth continue to teach me, and I am their willing student, as the journey of transformation continues. Now I walk in the Forest of Healing, Discovery and Possibility as parts of myself grow back, healthier and more in line with mySelf and am meant to be today and in support of the women that I am becoming. So, in that space of willingness, healing and longing, I’m taking my leave from social media…at least for a while. I long for the stillness of The Earth. I long to be in present relations with myself and those around me. I long to continue, on the path of healing, in the deep forest of old wisdom and listen to their ancient stories. There is much to unfurl, much to tend to, much to unlearn and relearn again. My heart needs tending to, my spirit needs rest, my body asks for restoration and my mind calls to be renewed. So, I answer in the best way I know how, stepping out onto the trails, staff in hand, lantern raised…and here I remain. Unhatched4/19/2022 Just before Spring, my husband opened up our chickadee bird house to clean it out from last summer We have learned that we need to do this if we want them to return to nest in the new year.
The same family might nest up to three times in one season and then leave for the winter. This year when we opened up the house, this was what we found. 6 unhatched eggs. I hesitate to use the word abandoned, because there is so much human attachment to that word that I do not witness in the wild world of nature. 6 unhatched eggs. The chickadees left no note as to why these eggs were left Just a tidy nest, with signs of the places they had foraged to create a comfy home for them and their little ones. Perhaps the height of our hot summer was too much for them and they needed to go into the mountain forest for cooler weather. Perhaps they ‘over shot’ as it was their third clutch. Perhaps there was too much activity in the back yard. perhaps...perhaps...perhaps We, of course, can speculate and yet, in all our speculation, we will never know what caused the family to leave when they did. What I do know is that what they left behind offered us a precious gift of discovery. It is not everyday that one gets to see these precious tiny eggs so closely, to hold them study the markings feel the strength within the fragility experience the abundance even in the death I keep finding that the precious gifts of this life, are often found in death of some kind It is not easy, but it somehow causes the precious to be even sweeter These Dark Nights of The Soul offer me a place to cherish the precious little offerings that sprinkle the paths that I find myself walking kind words simple connections rays of light sprinkles of rain warmth of the sun lingering morning frost smiles on faces touch stories music good food good company moments breath life connections I don’t know what’s ahead and that’s ok I don’t need to know I don’t want to know I do know, that for now, there is enough light for each step I take as precious gifts sparkle in the sun and illuminate under the moon so here, I remain. Winter Woman2/16/2022 “When winter comes to a woman’s soul, she withdraws into her inner self, her deepest spaces. She refuses all connection, refutes all arguments that she should engage in the world. She may say she is resting, but she is more than resting: She is creating a new universe within herself, examining and breaking old patterns, destroying what should not be revived, feeding in secret what needs to thrive. Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honour the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false-heartedness. Look into her eyes, this winter woman. In their gray spaciousness you can see the future. Look out of your own winter eyes… You too can see the future.” ~ Patricia Monaghan This is where I am. 'Feeding in secret what needs to thrive.' Sitting around the fires of The Ancestors, listening intently to them speak as I stir the cauldron of collateral beauty and kindness. Here, I am quiet and still. As one must be if one wants to listen. I want to listen. I want to hear what has been already experienced. I want to re-member that my challenge and our crisis is not the first to have come to pass. So, I listen. And what I hear is words and stories that bring me to COMMUNITY COMMUNITY as a place of being in listening, learning and healing. COMMUNITY in which diversity is needed, wanted and welcomed. COMMUNITY where reliability is law. COMMUNITY where we are not required to agree but invited to honour. COMMUNITY as the back bone of humanity. So I listen. And as I listen, I tend. And as I tend, I expand. And as I expand, I root in, and I stand firmly in place. The winds blow, the rains fall, the storms rage. And I remain rooted in, sitting around the fires of The Ancestors, listening intently to them speak as I stir the cauldron, as I examine and break down old patterns, as I destroy what should not be revived. as I feed in secret what needs to thrive. Here I remain. Winter Woman. February2/3/2022 February
the medicine: *Elk – protect the herd, honour eldership/elderhood, teach the young, watch over the compromised, lead with integrity *The North/The time of Winter – finding wisdom in challenge, embracing the earth in our bones, sitting at the fires of the ancestors to listen, learn and heal *Imbolc – The slow, yet promising return of The Light. A time of emergence, birth, intention, celebration. *The Dark Moon – The time to set prayers, ignite intentions, dream *Brigid The Saint/The Goddess – New Beginnings, awaking’s, birth *Chinese New Year – The Year of The Tiger – prosperity, courage, strength Springs Beginnings Winters Thaw And perhaps in this place Love will be invite and will be allowed to Rise Love shown in troubled times is the most precious of all It is easy to love when there isn't tragedy hurt strife challenge Bone Love happens when it is hard Love built with the sturdy, rock solid commitment Flourishes Love when it hurts creates Fortitude Love forged in a time of Challenge lives Forever It takes great courage to stand in this kind of Love May we all have such courage May new life begin May seeds be planted May patience rise May roots be strong May flames burn bright May compassion be our guide May renewal and rebirth come forth May grace be given May we always know the ones who stand with and for us May we know when to let things lie May we know when to unearth the bones May we have courage to live this human life May vulnerability become our trusted companion May it be so May it be so May it be so aho aha amen may it be so image: Teaching the Young * Elk Medicine 2015 collected by me magick11/15/2021 The magick is emerging
It births within the stillness of our Be-ing even when it's hard To Be It has always been there and it now calls to be given it's rightful place The paths have been cleared The battles have been fought The blood has been spilled The tears have been shed In the world of Magick... The World of Spirit there is The Law of Nature... a natural law that moves between life and death honouring both... Here there is always a price that is meant to be paid This is not for punishment or shame This is in order to hold balance To honour the life *death *life cycle It is our call to remember this so that when the price has been paid -we move on- -we evolve- -we transform- We must realize when it is time to stop paying... so we can then enter into ourselves Holy and Wholly encompassing all that we were meant to do here all that we were meant to be in this place of fog and mystery I remain 🍁🖤🦉🍂 📷 Crow in The Fog collected by me 2020 ReflectionsHere you will find my process in writings. Archives
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