Recently at Bread & Puppet’s The Honey Let’s Go Home Opera in NYC I was smacked in the face by a big old WTF?! within the first few minutes of the performance. I knew there would be music and puppets and had heard that it was cool to be there, but that didn’t prepare me for the opening chorus of mechanical noises, dissonant voices and instruments all swaying in rhythm with a massive puppet. To say it was surreal is an understatement. For a split second I was worried that I wasn’t going to like it or that I was in over my head, but that moment passed and I got sucked deeply into the unfolding opera.
What this showed me is that the absurd draws you in deep if you can keep yourself open and curious. What I noticed is that in the face of the bizarre you are actually more free than you were before. Why? Well because all the expectations of society and propriety have been blown out of the water making what was once impossible or unreasonable suddenly possible.
Let’s take Oprah for example. She has an Empire of a multimedia company. Through it she has earned the love and support of millions. Years ago she said she wasn’t interested in running for office, but in the face of a man who some call a buffoon currently holding the world’s stage, anything had become possible.
But let’s look at this from a personal perspective: when anything becomes possible and the boundaries that you though were there are revealed to be imaginary, what would you do? I know that I found myself inspired by Bread & Puppet to create an almanac for the Burning Man community. Because to marry the surreal with the realistic in such a way that is blows people minds open to their own creative potential is the highest form of art in my opinion.
What would you do if you could do anything?
Prayer to Sacred Corn Mother
Sacred Corn Mother carry me
into a place of fertility.
May the seeds in my hand
be a blessing to all the land.
Sacred planting, Spirit dear
my words and intentions clearly hear.
I dedicate this planting to
all beings so they may live free and true.
Spirit grow the roots strong and deep
for future generations knowledge I keep.
Blossom fruits hardy and lush
from the cradle of Earth’s soil and my touch.
This was written as was shared with me by Spirit back in 2015. When I grow my corn I always share this prayer with it prior to planting. Reach out if you are interested in buying corn for ceremonial use.
I’m not a doctor & I’m not a surgeon and so without the help of the Magic School Bus going into my anatomy I can’t actually see what’s going on inside of my body. Except I can. Continue reading “Going Inside”
I can see a storm coming from my desk on the third floor of my home overlooking Mt. Tom.
It begins in the distance over the mountain. As it slowly moves closer the mountain will become more and more invisible until it cannot be seen. At that point it exists as a white blur of sky. Depth abandoned. Calling for presence in this instant.
I look forward to these storms and the swirling snow or driving rain. They put me into my center and let me be with myself gently. These are the days that I don’t feel compelled to go out. Inevitably productive as long as you are capable of understanding that sometimes that nap your body is calling for is really essential to the day.
This year Halloween falls the day after a new moon: the darkest point of the month and the prime time to set intentions to root down into the Earth new intentions for transformation. What a perfect time to bury a golden treasure!
The treasure I chose to bury has a lot to do with one of my pastimes, herbal medicine, although it is more akin to the Hippocrates quote ‘Let food be thy medicine.’ Have you guessed yet? Continue reading “Buried Treasure”
The more I slow down and listen the more I notice the racket around me. The first big step was when I stopped smoking and drinking. While at the time I didn’t know they were helping me distract myself from my higher purpose it became evident in their absence. I didn’t have an alcohol problem. Problematic drinking occasionally, sure. I think that in our kingdom of Budweiser that it would be hard to find many who didn’t exhibit problematic behaviors in some area; sex, drugs, shopping, TV, alcohol, music to name but a few. Continue reading “Walking into the Silence”
I was working on an outdoor project yesterday – probably one of the last before winter – and looking around saw how many different failures that I’d had in getting everything wrapped up prettily. In the same moment I reminded myself that each of the failures was simply just a project that has yet to be completed or still in process. What I was judging success by was based on the time it took to finish, which has nothing to do with whether it ever gets done or is even necessary.
I’m sure if you looked at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on day 4 as a complete work you might have though that Michelangelo was not doing his job very well. But you see, that’s the point. At any given moment we are only looking at a piece of the process. While some things so seem to be finished products, or projects we can always re-visit them. This means that we are really only ever looking at a piece of a process. Know this as well that the greatest beauties can come from what seems in the moment to be a disaster.
Don’t stop trying to achieve. Don’t stop dreaming big. In fact, dream bigger and try for more because you can’t ever fail at following your heart’s calling.
“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.” So begins the United Nations document The Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Twenty two years ago I was faced with sexual slavery for the first time. It was on a water testing trip with my high school to the Amazon basin and we were passed on the river by barges heading to supply the people looking for gold. One of the supplies that barges carried were girls my age. I was 14 at the time and that event made an impression on me. One of my goals in life would become to create a world in which slavery couldn’t couldn’t exist. (Not to mention the practice of dumping mercury into the water to retrieve gold isn’t the best idea for the environment.)
Continue reading “Evolving Consciousness as a Human Right”
As a part of the process of gathering the local support and energy to hold the space for a retreat center in Colorado, Anastacia, Indira, and I hosted a small gathering on the full moon. We focused on bringing together and inviting the women in the North Fork Valley who might be interested. Continue reading “Full Moon Workshop”
Receiving the call to Tulum rang strongly in my being. What resonated was the request to come for a Vision Council or perhaps it was the unwritten call to the fibers of my being. Frankly, the location could have been a slum for all I knew. That being said it was mid-winter in New England and most places to the South would be a dream to visit that time of year. The greatest draw was the council’s purpose of progressing and “holding the vision of creating a gathering where elders, teachers and lineage holders from around the world come may together to share and integrate wisdom.” From the point of receiving that first email from Paititi my soul’s song grew louder and more beautiful as our council to discuss what has come to be known Weaving Wisdoms drew closer.
Continue reading “Called to Council”