I will focus on the developmental tasks of aging in my OLLI class tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. Sharing with others in a circle or class setting is such a rich experience. I've got two groups this week--one at OLLI and the other at Skylark Assisted Living.
I am also readying to gather a 5-session class in March-April titled "The Adventure of Spirited Aging." It will meet weekly on Thursdays from 4-6pm, in Ashland, from March 14-April 11th. Please email me if you are interested in knowing more about it, or registering.
This week I enjoyed being part of One Billion Rising at the Bellview Grange. It was a wonderful gathering, full of great dance, music and poetry. I shared my poem Forces of Nature, which expresses the elemental and sacred qualities of the Feminine. You can read the poem below. And right after the poem you will find the link to my post from 2 years ago. I hope you take a moment to read about these important inner tasks and reflect on how you are engaging in this important growth work.
Forces of Nature
Women like forces of Nature
blue as
the sky, their voices
in the streams and rivers,
their scent of the Earth after rain.
Faces from the
wind
at the spin of the beginningless
who have
been born and died many times.
Living in secret,
deep in the Mountain Home
rustling their leaves of gold and green
their scarlet hair blown out
as a music to the autumn wind.
Just before the first snow.
In silence, in whiteness,
in knowing they remain
far ways from here
deep in great
forests
where the
secret banner flies
of the hidden world.
In great trees whose magic
is to elude the destroyer,
women like forces of Nature are hidden.
In fragrant dewy rains of spring
the tender grass is born again.
Wildflowers appear
the deer return
the bear awakes
It’s time and
you have what it
takes
your face from before the time of
mothers and fathers
your heart bright
as the sun at midday
your mind of the
original nature.
If you trust the way back over
you can go there
it’s not back over
there
it’s not back
it’s not over there.
If you have wings to fly you can fly
You can walk there
You can walk there
You can walk.
Women like forces of Nature
moving Earth
moving,
moving and disappearing.
Bouyant
streaming
clouds and prayers of peace
women dancing in the midst of
space,
their faces brilliant as a hundred autumn moons
their diadems a thousand stars.
Jewel planets
so deep
time cannot touch them.
women of the
wisdom eye
to die in their embrace is to awaken.
Rainbows stream
from every pore
laughing their thunderous laughter
they walk through the measureless sky
with the cool hands of the healers
with the beauty of their diamond bodies
with their joyous armor
shattering every
disease.
Living the great
peace
they live among us
they live among
us.
They are in our
blood.
Here is the link to my earlier post.
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