Gaia shares a sign with me, she rains tears of joy upon my heart, anointing me into a circle where sisters gather warmly welcoming. She pours blessings into the coolness of autumnal rains that fall while I am in the womb of feminine energy, of sacred woman sanctuary. I dedicate the following contemplative free-write to Donna and all the women who were part of the women’s circle last night at The Center for the Sacred Feminine. With Love and Gratitude…Showers of Blessings to All of You!
Showers of blessings
in gray skies or blue
as the giftings of Gaia
flow downward and through
and upward from core
where earth-blood speaks true.
Showers of blessings
from sisters in soul,
presents of Goddess
molten silver and gold
while the season is shifting
to darkness and cold.
Watching rain falling
splatters of concentric circling before going inward and down.
Listening to the rhythmic
pulse of tears of
heard in the staccato unfolding, playing all around.
The nearby fat splat
upon wet sandstone pavers,
a distant chorus of indistinguishable voices
raised in mighty songs of praise.
The vague auditory notion of gushing streams
down once dry culverts
pushing and shoving each other in joyful abandon.
Never have I loved the rain as I do now.
Never have I appreciated so fully
its precious blessings
showered upon the face of Mother Earth.
A grace of diversity,
a grace of flowing wisdom
that was once mere knowledge.
Even my cells are dancing in the rain,
pouncing in and out of puddles,
permeable to its flowing clarity.
Inhale the rain upon dry tissues
parched and eager,
microscopic hairs grow invisible feathery tendrils
rapidly spreading and soaking up all the moisture
in an instant unseen to share
with the deeper layers
of body temple…
roots beneath, within, surrounding,
protecting the temple,
covering it with a rainbow of elements.
Gaps in the streaming droplets
open space for silence
until the rainfall becomes
both the stillness and the song.
The saturation of sensation
is poured in sublime showers
cascading from heavens
extending into infinity
where birth begins in the
ebony amaranthine folds of space.
Each drop of rain
holds the essence of this infinity
and showers us with possibility.
Bathe in the birthing fluid of Gaia
that is borne along by tears of joy that celebrate diversity.
soft cool clarity and peaceful workings
of imaginary bliss
that tends the kiss
of Gaia here in these moments
while She sings and I listen,
scribing Her voice
from skin now moist
and ears now open,
a scintillating veil displayed
before me flows in ebbing silver
with a guiding flicker of wind
and a container of spirit
allowed onto the earth
through passages of net and thread woven
upon the biosphere
that we call heart and soul
(yet science turns inanimate in its ignorance)
yet all do know Her when they dream
and so we are the grace that She is giving
as we keep on loving and living,
finding our way,
hopping puddles, streams, lakes, oceans
where we think we know
and then we step into the blowing rain
and truly know.
She showers us with blessings.
All we have to do is allow, accept, open.
Dust pours off leaves of trees
in pale yellow rivulets,
they pee themselves free for a while
of the thin layer of soil
so that when the rain stops,
and the sun shines,
they can open themselves fully,
broad and welcoming to the warmth and light,
to celebrate blessed diversity,
and then sleep in bliss…satiated.
Sky a pale blur of yesterday,
softness falling with rain;
welcome its sheets upon our earth-bed.
I say Grace.
Last night I was welcomed into the circle at the Center for the Sacred Feminine. This women’s circle is held at The Little Chapel of All Nations, a truly delightful space on the UA campus! We were in the small library and I felt so very much at home there. Further, below is a great song that I’d never heard before! Give it a listen!