The direction of The West
on the Medicine Wheel...
...where I honour my Grief
I write it down
Give it voice
Indulge in it's truth
I sequester myself inward
and honour that which once once...
pieces of my Self and loves that ended
I pull cards to guide me on this journey
They call my attention to Envionmental Awareness
the release of Fears and Doubts
and they guide me into The Mystery...
I cry alot
I weep and I sob
I silently let the tears roll down my face
Big hot salty tears
that fall to the earth
as I walk in my "church"
I stay in my pajamas
I lite candles and sings songs
I allow myself to feel and fall apart
opening deep into my being
deep into my stories
so I can discover
discover what is there
And by discovering what lurks inside
I am able to apply the medicine that is needed
to ease the pain
clear the infection
lighten the load.
I make sacred sound with my drum and my rattle
I honour my body as the temple that it is and touch the places of grief inside with a loving touch.
I pray and make prayers.
I move with the ebb and flow of my emotions.
I do not fight against them
as I have learned this does not produce
the desired results that I seek.
Here in the place of The Watery West I learn to
allow my emotions to carry me, to where it is I need to go.
Here they do not take me over
but instead I flow with and in them...
engaging with them
moving with them
listening and learning from them.
not only for my Self
but for those whose voices have been taken
those who have forgotten their voice
due to trauma and ancestral wounding
I will speak for those forgotten and dis-guarded
by a "busyness society"
I move along with my small crusade for those who are otherwise left behind and forgotten
Because we have been fooled and blinded into being
a throw away society
and this has included our people
Those who have been marginalized...
those less desirable
addicts (of all kinds), sex workers, the mentally unwell
I choose to speak openly of Grief
and by doing this continue on my own journey of healing
I engage and show up as best I can with what I know...seeking to listen learn and heal
as I go.
I live whole and holy
I stand with my brothers and sisters
Holding space for the Grief of our World
of our Earth and all living creatures.
for Deep Divine Healing
for Courage to follow our hearts
and to know our minds
Courage to Love
Courage to Forgive
Courage to Allow
Grief is not The Monster nor The Master
Grief only comes after the Monster
has taken from you what you loved
Grief is a reflection of your Love...
not the master of your pain.
Grief is the Gift
The vehicle in which to carry us away of from the monster
so we can see it more clearly...
the vehicle that brings us to the place of realizing
that nothing stays the same
and in that realization
Grief invites us to Love and not take for granted
all that has been given.
Grief is the Reflection of my Love
and so I honour Her
and my Self...
and together we stand
side by side.