I push against
The wild errant energy
Of this malicious aura
That holds me in its spell,
Lilliputian hands alone impotent
To break through the lure
Of its siren song.
Can only be cast out
By prayer and fasting
And Fire in the Belly.
I reach into the center of power
And snatch up a fireball,
Heaving it into the surrounding sludge
Separating atom from atom
Until fire has reconstituted
The errant energy
Into radiant redeemed
© rita h kowats 10-20-16
“SoulCards” by Deborah Koff-Chapin. The technique Deborah has created is called “touch drawing.” The cards come in two decks of 60 images and can be used alone or with others as reflection tools. They have enriched my meditation for years and have helped those I companion with. www.soulcards.com
Used with permission from the artist
I Ching Oct. 17,2016
“What has been weak is ascending…
goodness in human nature is like the dim but beautiful early morning light.”
On Thursday, October 13, 2013, Michelle Obama responded to the allocations of sexual harassment made against Donald Trump. The effect of her words still reverberate today because Mother Michelle lifted up her stong, tall frame and swayed across deep desert recesses picking up the abandoned pieces of our dark experiences as she went. She called them by name and redeemed them with the power of her truth and love.
Here is a taste of her power:
It has shaken me to the core in a way I couldn’t have predicted.
I feel it so personally.
It is cruel. It is frightening. And the truth is it hurts.
We as women
We as Americans
We as decent human beings
Can come together to stand up and say,
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
A Spiritual Practice for Developing Satyagraha, Truth Power
(For Gandhi satyagraha was more than a movement of nonviolent resistance. The word comes from Hindi to Sanskrit. sat= being satya= truth graha= fervor or power.)
In my deepest being, my Self, I am strong.
Breathing in I rest in being.
Breathing out I release fear
Breathing in I am true
Breathing out I release deception
Breathing in I am powerful
Breathing out I release doubt
Breathing in I am peace
Breathing out I send peace.
May it be so.
photo credit: Patrick_Down <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/97206958@N00/22811267325″>Morning mist (312/365)</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/”>(license)</a>
I have to believe that we have it in our power to diffuse this miasma of hate and despair that holds the American electorate in its grip. We must protect our souls from its onslaught in these final days of the campaign and in the aftermath. Pray protection prayers. Surround ourselves with images and actions that exude positive energy. Avoid media binges.
One Positive image
The Impossible Dream
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To write the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there’s no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
Songwriters: Joe Darion / Mitchell Leigh
The Impossible Dream lyrics © Helena Music Company
Enjoy this youtube delight.
Good morning, everyone! Here’s a little gift to begin your day or continue on your way.
Six O’Clock Dawn: Homer Meets Alice Walker
Rosy-fingered dawn sashays down the horizon-catwalk
Flinging flamingo pink boa over the shoulder
Of her amethyst-studded tangerine-on-azure array.
One blink of her lash-laden eyes launches
Electric sparks of yellow, red and indigo
That saturate color-starved clouds waiting on the catwalk sidelines.
“Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me.”
Bring her on!
Rita H Kowats 9-10-16
I think that we protect ourselves by creating safe images of God to stand in the place of a fearful unknown. Some concepts of “god” have kept us safe, but in doing so they have deprived us of the profound reality that sustains us.
Some very brave physicists like David Bohm, have opened up for us a new way of seeing God- without ever mentioning God. They sound very much like long familiar mystics. My offering in this post is a series of quotations from David Bohm and a few mystics. I leave it to you to draw your own conclusions about who/what “God” is and the implications your concept has for how we interact with one another in this universe.
Science Mulls It Over
I am a long-time lover of William Faulkner novels. We share a fondness for the unique quality of light in August, which manifests much differently than in earlier months. The experimental dahlia garden which graces a park close to my home is exquisite at 6:30 p.m. on late August days. I return to the garden often during this season to luxuriate in the varying hues until sunset . At 6:45 the chartreuse dahlias are rivaled only by the pulsing incandescence of the “Clara Maria” at 7:30.
When asked about the title of his novel Light in August, William Faulkner said
“. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and—from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.”
― William Faulkner
“…a luminosity older than our Christian civilization. ” As a spiritual practice this August I am letting its light lure me into a luminosity beyond time, a luminosity so brilliant as to dim the rancid ranting of political campaigns and endless wars.
Catch the light:
Read, watch, listen to only enough news to inform and educate; don’t wallow in endless repetitons designed to stir-up and push down. Transform data into empathy.
Discuss sparingly pray often.
Work toward personal enlightenment by honest self-reflection on attitudes and behaviors that dim the light and cast shadows on others’ light.
Mantra: Breathing in I am Light
Breathing out I release darkness.
Say this when luminosity begins to fade.
Intentionally create opportunities for laughter and play. Meister Eckhart says, “God laughs and plays.”
Welcome to August!
photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/50879678@N03/12796147483″>Dahlia, Walled Garden, parc de Culzean Castle, Maybole, South Ayrshire, Ecosse, Grande-Bretagne, Royaume-Uni.</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/”>(license)</a>
Artist: Fred Croydon
Cousin to the crow, the raven is a messenger bird, as mythologized by the Haida People of the Pacific Northwest United States. It symbolizes creativity and knowledge and has mystical attributes.
July 22, 2016
I sit on a covered deck
Listening to the steady flow of raindrops
Kept company by a lone leering crow
Holding vigil on a nearby lawn chair.
Life appears clean and simple
In the afterglow of convention phosphorescence
Fear falling like snow snared in a globe.
Saturated with rain now
The crow still sits in vigil
While I flap spiritual wings
Seeking to shake off the slick aura of hate
That rains down on me.
The crow fixes me with an intent stare
As if to say “Move. Now.”
Inertia is a choice.
© rita h kowats
Jan Richardson’s blessing comforts me in this painful time marked by hate and violence; I hope it comforts you as well.
Blessing When the World is Ending by Jan Richardson
Look, the world
is always ending
the sun has come
it has gone
it has ended
with the gun
it has ended
with the slammed door
the shattered hope.
it has ended
with the utter quiet
that follows the news
from the phone
the hospital room.
it has ended
with a tenderness
that will break
this blessing means
to be anything
It has not come
to cause despair.
It is simply here
because there is nothing
is better suited for
than an ending,
nothing that cries out more
for a blessing
than when a world
is falling apart.
will not fix you
will not mend you
will not give you
it will not talk to you
about one door opening
when another one closes.
It will simply
sit itself beside you
among the shards
and gently turn your face
toward the direction
from which the light
as the world begins
My soul feels tight
Like a ball of yarn
Wound around itself
Strand by strand round and round
Until no redemptive chink
Admits light or air.
Ego clamors to unravel and reveal
As if knowing alone can extricate and redeem.
Spirit takes this Jonah by the hand
And descends into the belly of the ball
To sit in her light and breathe in her air
Until the beginning strand finds me,
Wraps me round and catapults me
Into divine spaciousness.
© rita h kowats 7-16
July 9, 2016
I watch three crows
Perched on the rim of a bird bath
Hear their caucus message
Loud and clear:
Boil, boil, toil and trouble
Trees and trolls and brambly rows
Make this water into wine
Else we die on this vine.
Sometimes the only sense is
©rita h kowats 7-9-16
photo credit: http://kensingtongardensandhydeparkbirds.blogspot.com/2013/07/there-was-grey-wagtail-hunting-insects.html