Today's Prompt is to write about Time. Since I spoke this morning at the UU congregation of York about witches and heretics, I'll write about Ritual Time. And today marks the moment when I have caught up on all the time I lost a week ago when I missed poeming for several days.
Out of Time
Step into the circle
circle of stones
circle of trees
circle of mushrooms
circle of friends
circle of women
circle of witches
Step into the space
between earth and fire
between water and air
into the realm of spirit
and center and mystery
and step out of time
where birth and death
soul and sense
heart and mind
magic and the mundane
meet and dance together
Blessed Be!
Yesterday's Prompt was to write a Response Poem. Here's a little bit of a poem:
Remember Who You Are
What was Mother Mary's response,
I wonder,
when child Jesus sassed her?
Did she place a hand on hip,
grin, and say,
"Remember, Child of Mine, I made you!"?
Did she heave a sigh to heaven,
shrug,
and wag a finger in the errant child's face?
Did she remind him once again,
"Remember,
remember who you are."
Gratitude List:
1. A lovely morning at UUCY
2. I have found a new Weeping Beech to love
3. The crows are back in town!
4. Leftover ugali for lunch
5. Anticipating a long-awaited journey
May we walk in Beauty!
Good advice from my friend Barb: "Find and wear your orange hat honey. There are 750,000 deer hunters in the yard today."
"We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. it is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, I think, to be an organ and a blade. But, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It's how we learn. We breathe love. It's how we learn. And it is inevitable."
—Nayyira Waheed
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"Only those who attempt the absurd
will achieve the impossible."
—M. C. Escher
Blessing for the Visitor
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
May you who wander, who sojourn, who travel,
may you who make your way to our door
find rest for your tired feet and weary heart,
food to fill your bellies and to nourish your minds,
and company to bring you cheer and inspiration.
May you find comfort for your sorrows,
belonging to ease your loneliness,
and laughter to bring you alive.
And when your feet find themselves again upon the road,
may they remember the way back to our door.
"A seed sown in the soil makes us one with the Earth. It makes us realize that we are the Earth. That this body of ours is the panchabhuta—the five elements that make the universe and make our bodies. The simple act of sowing a seed, saving a seed, planting a seed, harvesting a crop for a seed is bringing back this memory-this timeless memory of our oneness with the Earth and the creative universe. There's nothing that gives me deeper joy than the work of protecting the diversity and the freedom of the seed." —Vandana Shiva
"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in." —George McGovern
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