Rainmaking

a haiku, letting go & loving what is

Fresh ground coffee and elk stew for breakfast. A jar of juicy red rosehips. Homemade goat cheese.

I wrote a haiku:

Golden leaves, like birds,
Fly across the quiet road
Dark clouds, a storm comes

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An astrologer once told me that I would use my voice to seek justice in unjust situations, or to remedy the pains of my life and the world; that writing and speaking would bring liberation to the imbalances of my experience. Maybe that’s why last week’s post was so damn satisfying. As artists, we can wring the juice out of a bloody rag to reveal something meaningful, beautiful even.

We can alter the collective consciousness with our words. Like poetic alchemists, we can use the word as our wand. I told Scott last night, I don’t think I would label myself as anything, except maybe an artist.

Amara is pouring green powdered herbs all over the old black walnut hulls we thought we might make into medicine, as an anti-parasitic, de-worming tincture. She is smiling as she blows the green powder off her hands, making clouds of bright green smoke through the air.  We didn’t have time to use the green herbs or the black walnut hulls, so I surrendered them to her.

I think sometimes we have to fearlessly allow our(selves?) children to get completely into the mess, like 100 percent IN it, and just say yes to it.

What happens then, when we just, say yes?

The Surrender Experiment

When the habit of mind resists what IS (like the guy who cut you off on the highway, or the cashier who ran out of bills and has to call in the manager for backup, or the diaper bag that has exactly zero more clean diapers in it), then what IS resists transformation, which is the natural order of things. When we resist what IS, then what IS continues to beg for our acceptance, until we learn to put our habitual, persistent, oftentimes totally unnecessary, preferences aside, and say, yes, okay, this is cool, this is good. I can trust this. I trust life. I can flow with this. There is a reason for this.

I used to think that in order to be in “flow”, everything had to be the way I wanted it to be ~ the right music, the right setting, the right company, the right food, the right circumstances, etc. But now I’m seeing that the flow is always available. The Tao lives in the dust of the way, in the valleys, in the low places. The Tao yields. The river holds to nothing.

To be in the innocent flow with Life is to trust all its oddities. Didn’t see that coming? Great! Trust that there is a reason for it. The Universe is billions of times more creative than your mind. Be patient, don’t resist, stay open to what might happen next.

When we open to what might happen next, when we allow the world to take its own form rather than impose our personal will onto it, the possibilities of manifestation multiply beyond our wildest imaginings. I mean, it’s great to have intentionality, to have a dream and a vision. But don’t squeeze your dream into the limited trappings of your own imagination. Love it, dream it and give it up to the roots and shoots of universal creation. Allow the world to reveal its own undulating mystery to you. We don’t call it the Great I-Already-Know-It. We call it the Great Mystery, because we DON’T know, and what a freaking relief. To not know.

So I am writing all this because I have been living this experiment. It is a practice I found I can actually do every day. I don’t have to take 30 minutes out of my day to sit down and focus on my third eye; I don’t have to wake in the middle of the night and breath in a certain way for fourteen minutes; I don’t have to really do much, except, live. And allow. And it has been very wild watching what happens when I just allow life to be as it is, to take its turns, to trust the timing of things, rather than getting frustrated or domineering, wanting things to go my way or whatever.

Another living experiment I am working on is the creation of an in-person meditation circle, where we collectively focus on dreams of harmony for humanity. Like children belonging. Like food forests. Like a good snow in the mountains and clean running spring water. We will circle up, brainstorm a dreamy vision, and sit together with focused intentionality.

Raymon Grace (a major inspiration for this circle) says there are three laws within which he operates:

1. All things in the universe are made up of energy, and the human intelligence can change it. In other words, energy can be transformed.
2. Energy is impressed upon matter. In other words, our thoughts and actions affect matter.
3. Energy follows thought.

In this way Raymon Grace purifies water, for example. What else are we capable of when we unify and visualize?

This experiment will meet probably twice a month throughout the winter. If you are a local wizard, please come. Even if you are not a wizard, maybe a fairy or chihuahua tamer, please come, we would love to include you in this circle.

Wow, the rain is really coming down now. A kitten is sleeping in my lap and I need to tend to all the things one tends to when they live in a wilderness mountain camp.

Thank you for reading. Thank you new subscribers! And THANK YOU new paid subscribers!! It lights up my life to know that people find these musings valuable. I hope all this gives you warming inspiration and ideas to contemplate in this changing of the seasons. Love love love.