Blue thunder, night rain,
With echoes from the pyramids to
Bring me home again.Within these magic mountains,
a part of me remains,
While another part of me goes searching
For a lover without a name.Through misty realms of other dreams
His memory is my quest.
His arms so strong, his heart so bold,
Would bring me to my rest.And though I can hear within my mind
War cries before the ancient flames,
I hear the murmurs of lovesongs too,
As I sing Dreamwalker's name.But can it be our paths shall meet,
Only to cross and go on alone?
Or is it that our spirits are bound,
And our hearts, each other's homes.{"Lover's Quest", from Earth Medicine, Jamie Sams}
"Add water and stir."
This is how I feel right now.
A month and a half ago, the time of my last post, I had a week to move out of a small studio apartment before leaving Oregon for a summer in Vermont. Today I am still in Oregon and have assumed the role of 'Dad' for an eleven month boy named Cecil Madrone. I had heard before about parenthood changing your life, but the experiential truth is always much deeper. All I have now seems to be something near, "Phwew!" Being able to do this simple action of writing for a few moments is like having a break in time, a time-out of reality. But that's only the way I speak of it, action being louder than words. And there has been plenty of action to go around.
Negotiation and responsiveness.
Integrity.
Feminine.
GreatFullness.
Oh, Mary Magdelene,
Lady of Guadalupe, have mercy on me . . . .
just this, ~sal
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