Posts Tagged as: nature
I recently woke up feeling homesick, with a ¡uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!, a visceral yearning to heal our separation from the land, our lost connection to the landscape, our Tierra Santa. It is the second time this dream feeling emerges after my recent ceremonial work.
After a gorgeous weekend of deep healing in a medicine circle, I couldn’t have been happier to find the Botanical Gardens in Atlanta, Georgia. This garden-forest was full of surprises, views, moments along a journey that made me sing: Mamapacha, I’m coming home.
This post is a photo meditation that I offer to you with love, in praise of Mamapacha, in celebration of the healing beauty and magic that surrounds us, a prayer to feel at one with the land, not just our homeland, but any sacred land that kindly receives us. When we approach each place with reverence, the whole world becomes home. We ground, relax, breathe more deeply. As you behold these photos, know that both nature + self participate, beyond ‘observing,’ to ‘feeling’ each other, in another kind of language, the language of the heart.
I thank God for this most
for the leaping greenly
spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural, which is
infinite, which is yes.
e. e. cummings (via @susannahconway)
Photo Credits: Most photos were taken by my dear friend Jack Ian Lin
A poem that deeply touches my soul:
The Love Home of Mahasti
When they ask, What force can bind one to another?
Don’t conjecture, the pull of the moment?
Don’t ask, arrows flying to pin us to the ground?
Don’t guess, some old fallen down dust house
we wish we could repair?
No, none of those
can bind one to another.
Not the moment.
Not wishes gone by.
Instead, offer this:
My soft braids
falling loose between us,
bridle your heart
like reins on a fine horse…
They hold you to me
and me to you,
as much as fine-wrought chains…
but unlike chains of the mundane
that can never hold anyone to anyone,
we are held to home by the love we share…
for we are to each other
the kucheh, the door set recessed
away from lashing of snow storms.
To each other, we are the roofscape
to stand upon to see /hear night, sunrise,
call to prayer.
We are badgir and shish-kahn,
windcatchers to cool one another.
We are reliable qanats
who bring water to feast and flower.
We are, most of all,
to one another, hashti,
the tiny space behind the door
that urges us
to change from street mind
to sacred mind.
That is, to the Heart of Home.
Translated by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés by cp estés ©1980 a.r.r.
It is Summer and nature is blossoming in all her glory. We come into deep resonance with our true selves in the landscape. Our skewed sense of fragmentation, separation, and dissonance dissolve, melt away, and we start to flow again. Our souls are enlivened in the fullness of nature. May you feel her healing power in your heart, space, and life.
With flowing love,
We are sucking the soul out of our lives and not replenishing it. And yet we feel that something is missing, yearning for a different kind of experience of wholeness that deeply feeds, awakens, and revitalizes our souls. Are you longing for intimacy, deep communication, connection? This is an invitation to notice, liberate, express, and experience the feminine: the feminine dimension of our being, the feminine dimension of space, the feminine dimension of the sacred…
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost…There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. ~ Martha Graham
Psychologist Abraham Maslow thought that there were essential needs which we must satisfy first, before going after ‘more’ lofty ideals. According to his pyramid of hierarchies developed in 1943: security comes before art and nourishment before beauty. The end result: creations and lives devoid of soul. A lifeless and mundane rendition of the sacred.
My journey into the heart of the Amazon began in Iquitos,
chaotic, hot, humid, loud, alive. A portal into the wild.
There are spaces that throb with passion,
edges that pulse with a vitality and rhythm of their own…
March Full Moon, 2012. Mount Hamilton, east of San Jose, California. Photo by Rick Baldridge. Happy Full Moon dear ones! I have been digesting my wonderful adventures in the big apple and getting into the swing of things again. If you need to align with the spirit of new endeavors, adventures, projects or the manifestation…
Feel the ancestral pull of nature. To unearth the story underneath. Liberate it. Ancestral is the pull to remember, to make whole and discover the nature of flow. Flow is punctuated, colored, layered by moments that narrow and widen, darken and lighten, descend and ascend through the landscape of your heart.
Peter Gentenaar’s ethereal paper sculptures inside the Abbey church of Saint-Riquier in France. I love these luminous forms juxtaposed against the ancient interior of this church. Seen together, they seem to be dancing in space. The Church, providing the architectural backdrop for their movement.
What inspires you and where do you find beauty? I am fascinated by the encounters with the natural and art filled world. I present to you my journey through Art Basel Miami, Dec. 2011. Art Basel is an art show originally from Basel in Switzerland, with art from around the world.
Live in simple faith… Just as this trusting cherry flowers, fades, and falls. ~Issa New life is blossoming with beautiful surprises that delight the heart. These new bursts of life reminds us of what is starting to blossom in our hearts and lives. Enjoy these images of the beautiful East Bay of the San Francisco…