Good Morning

Namaste.

Peace.
Brianne

Rumi I, You, He, She, We

Medicine Wheel

I have always been about protecting my home.

Every nook and cranny.

From the doorways with the Torans as we enter to the window frames painted blue. 

I am going to make a medicine wheel with material from the home. 


And, throughout January, I plan on going on adventures to gather the materials that I need.

   

I have set up my yard and gardens to reflect the wheel. The elements of the wheel are set in the corresponding areas around the house- outside for this purpose.

I don't know where I want to add the wheel. That is part of the healing, part of the medicine.



http://www.gardenwiseliving.com/page24

Medicine Wheel at Big Horn

Big Medicine for a reflective time of year.

Peace
Brianne

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

 "Sweet Darkness"

 

"When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive

is too small for you."

- David Whyte
"House of Belonging"

Slowly I Dance Behind You

In the forest, on our walks,



I still follow behind.


Slowly.
Slowly I dance behind you. You hear my beating feet along the ground. Maybe a little less strong upon the earth.

I notice, though, that your beat has slackened.



I don't say anything to you about it. You are my strength, my guide. Tom. My guardian. Our slower dance allows us to experience light in a different pattern.

                       

                       I see both of you so gray. My hiking buddies. My old boys, now. We match, all of us.

                                           

Yesterday, Tom, we joked how the velvety soft undersides of my "old lady" arms are so comfortable to lay your old man shoulders and head within. Lay your troubles down.

We are spinning and dancing together. Age may allow us to dance just a little more slowly, but still with glee and wonder and glory and sometimes like these quite moments in the forest and woods. Love is the chorus line.

Peace.

Brianne

Shahram Shiva performs "Love Said To Me," Rumi poem

Moon over the Gulf

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with 

our whole lives, the touch of 

spirit on the body. Seawater

begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask

the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into

me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon

won't use the door, only the window.

From Soul of Rumi

by Coleman Barks