This simple equation is the key to communication that adds up to communion…
While I prefer to leave love undefined, mathematics (and our mind) calls us to define our variables. That’s the first problem in our problem. Love is not a variable nor is it a derivative that peaks and plunges with respect to another— to another’s opinions, another’s feelings, another’s “love”. Love is a constant, and we must set it as so. ...
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Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience. |
RememberingLove’s communionThe breath unseenOf ancestors mournedNew lineages adornedA father at peaceA son rebornMothers’ medicine wovenInto dreams to be wornAnd raised on the trillOf a little girl’s delight“Happy Birthday!”The blessing took flightAnd from eyes in witnessOf two into oneSealed with a kissTheir walk long begunFar from the shallowNow
So much love on this wedding day of my dear sister, Melissa, and newfound brother, Chris. This was the fourth wedding I have had the honor of...
I want your lips on meThe way you do
Like you mean itSweetly reachingDeeply takingMe
Like I am yoursRavenousRavishedAnd back againAgain and againAnd all at once
Like it is yoursThis momentArching its backInto forever
WakingBreakingTime surrenderedMine surrenderedInto yours
Your lipsWanting meThe way I do
Like I mean itLike you are mineLike it is mine
ForeverAnd neverAgain
This is the poem I read on last week’s Shameless Feminine Speaks: “Gelded, Gilded, Guilted, & Jilted”....
Happy Summer Solstice everyone!
This image reminds me of a cherished painting of my abuelita, Madre Sarita. It depicted the Eye of Providence with the all-seeing eye radiating within a pyramid. (Do you see the eye here?!) I loved that painting and spent hours meditating upon it.
For me, it represented the eye of the dreamer—mine and that of the divine infinite—and it opened my spiritual eyes to see beyond form and into...
The Earth laughs in flowers. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thank you Ralph. And thank you Mother. I have such gratitude for the beauty of this Earth and all that She inspires. She has always been my greatest teacher and friend— my secret church and the riverbed for my tears. She has been speaking to me and through me since I was a child, as I believe She does with every human, every living...
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Communion-ication
Let’s put the communion back into communication.
I began translating for Madre Sarita and her clients after a mere two weeks of working with her and with only a handful of Spanish vocabulary. She told me I could and so I did.
I put all of my attention into her, our eyes locked in a steady gaze, and the words began to flow out of my mouth. Though I could hear her, I was...
Each year, the President delivers his State of the Union address— a report on the condition of the nation and a synopsis of his agenda. As I watched this year, I began to ponder our own inner state of union.
Though the talk of body, mind and spirit saturates spiritual dialogue, we often overlook this union and hold aspects of ourselves as separate. We leave them to attempt communion with the intermediary of...