in this moment of eternity after a momentous move to a metaphorical unknown planet where still the reverberations of a collapsing planet are felt, i find myself once again with grandmother spider in the cave of wisdom gestating in earthmother’s womb as she weaves the web of our wandering star creating another even more beautiful tapestry of the sacred hoop of the shamanic journey of life…
as the old first peoples’ story goes, grandmother leaves the weaving for a moment to go and stir the pot of nature seeds and in the interlude, her beloved dog comes over and starts pulling a thread unraveling the beautiful web… ah yes, the great unraveling, coming apart at the seams, chaos and collapse…
we each have so much to learn from grandmother in the cave of wisdom during these potent times of betwixt and between, of overwhelm… what does grandmother do in response to the crisis of unraveling? throw up her hands and rail at the gods? reactively act from fear? numb herself into unfeeling? our ever creative spider woman picks up a thread and begins weaving an even more beautiful world inviting us to do the same – to sojourn in the cave of inner knowing connecting with our deep self, our soul who knows from a wisdom sacred space what is called for in such times…
and so we are called as well, in this crisis, in this moment of danger and great opportunity to pick up our thread, what is ours to weave for the good of the whole… out of chaos comes creation, yes, it takes chaos to give birth to dancing stars…
take heart, beloveds and follow your thread becoming one with it, one with the cosmic flow being a rainbow thread of luminosity in the web of great mystery enfolded in the embrace of our radically regenerating cosmic mother…
let us close our circle with Kabir:
“The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out further and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside “love” there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,
there are whole rivers of light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.
How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!
Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.
The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.
With the word “reason” you already feel miles away.
How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy
he sings inside his own little boat.
His poems amount to one soul meeting another.
These songs are about forgetting dying and loss.
They rise above both coming in and going out.”
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