Category Archives: moving, breathing, feeling

galaxies, collisions, spells & love

When I first met my daughter at an orphanage in Kathmandu 14 years ago, her head was cropped short against lice, as were all of the children’s.  When she turned her head I could see that she had a double whorl that looked a lot like the two colliding galaxies above.  For no particular reason, I thought, “Hmmmm, complex.”  I was right.

I was thinking about her, not the overwhelming complexity of what she was bringing with her, the galaxy of her traumatic background, her early profound losses, long years in an orphanage and her fragile sense of herself and her own self-worth.  In the exuberance of mothering, loving, nurturing, we did not focus on the scars.  We saw a valiant, brave, inquisitive, beautiful child.  We talked about her past when it came up, had therapy when it seemed appropriate, but did not dwell on the trauma.

In four billion years, the Andromeda Galaxy and the Milky Way will collide.  Astronomers also speak of them as merging or interacting.  They will become one massive thing.  From what I understand, both galaxies are strong and fully formed, so the collision will transform them, but will not destroy them utterly. Apparently the bigger Andromeda will direct the action.

When the unconscious past – in the form of old traumas and losses – rises up and collides with the present, the possibilities for destruction and transformation are both there. When galaxies collide, the starburst results in the birth of numerous “young, hot blue stars.”  However, only the very brightest and largest clusters are capable of surviving the galaxy collision, the numerous smaller clusters are destroyed by rapidly changing gravitational forces.

So we pray that our daughter is one of those bright and strong surviving clusters.  But we are seeking help.  Our Tibetan friend, Phuntsok, is asking a Buddhist priest to cast a “mo;” a divination tool used to determine possible future outcomes.  One of its uses is to help cast out evil spirits or lift an evil spell.  There are 36 possible outcomes with names like “the demon of afflictions,” “the overflowing jeweled vessel,” “the nectar-like medicine,” and “adding butter to the burning flames.”  The one that I am hoping for is “the jeweled banner of victory” and I plan to use “the great fiery weapon” of my love to move in that direction.

But really, it is up to her, this decision to move toward recovery and health, or to stay in the world of Mara.  In Buddhism, Mara represents the “unwholesome impulses, un-skillfulness, the “death” of the spiritual life. Mara is a tempter, distracting humans from practicing the spiritual life by making the mundane alluring or the negative seem positive.”  This reminds me of my favorite fairy tale by Hans Christian Anderson, The Snow Queen, in which an evil mirror created by trolls shatters, and the splinters are blown around and get into people’s hearts and eyes, making their hearts frozen like blocks of ice and their eyes see only the bad and ugly in people and things.  When a splinter blows into the eye of the little boy, distorting everything he sees and freezing his heart, only the tears of his sister can rinse out the splinter and melt his heart.

So, galaxies, demons, divination, fairy tales, prayers and love.  Mostly love.  Always love.

 

 

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thank you universe

Flocculent Spiral

Today I learned that I had been awarded a Connecticut Artist’s Fellowship in Choreography.  A friend suggested that I apply and so I did. The news was wildly unexpected and appreciated.  A blessing and a strong beam of light pointing forward.

I used to depend on on raising money from foundations and corporations along with bookings to support my dance company.  Fundraising was a constant, teetery dance, a bizarre mazurka with changing partners and alliances, all danced on an uneven floor.  It was also a contest of endurance, persistence and grit.  Then the economy tilted even further, shifting away from public funds for smaller, independent artists, moving toward the safer zone of funding big companies and institutions.  I was tired of expending so much energy on the fundraising, and proportionally less time making work, along with the politics, and what could feel like the creation and maintanance of relationships for gain. I am speaking for myself here.  I am sure that is not everyone’s experience. Real friendships did bloom, tender roses in a field of weeds. I still treasure those friendships – all of them rooted in a deep passion for dance and respect for the dancemakers.

So why the galaxy image?  Initially, I thought that this picture was of the Andromeda Galaxy, but it turns out that it is something called a flocculent spiral – a stellar nursery – which “plays a pivotal role in the evolution of galaxies and it is also in the earliest stages of star formation that planetary systems first appear.” I like that because it is about beginnings and what looks like cooperation.

So I am thinking about relationship and inter-dependence and cosmic support and stuff like that.  I am thinking about John Cage, chance and quincunxes (fated events).  And I am feeling how the small events, like receiving this blessing, are part of a bigger phenomenon that holds us all together as we grow, each in our own unique and meandering way.

And I am appreciating.  Thank you universe.

 

tilt

Falling Horses, Kieran Antill

When someone beloved has fallen into a jumble of delusion, it is almost as if their loss of balance is mine, as if, in my anguish, I am tilting with them, scrambling to decipher this strange new terrain.

Grazing Horses

Sometimes the
green pasture
of the mind
tilts abruptly.
The grazing horses
struggle crazily
for purchase
on the frictionless
nearly vertical
surface. Their
furniture-fine
legs buckle
on the incline,
unhorsed by slant
they weren’t
designed to climb
and can’t.

Kay Ryan  

Say Uncle: Poems

buenas dias

Pam took this photo this morning of Cho, our Spanish galgo (greyhound).  He is eighteen years old and ready for whatever the day may bring.  The cats, dogs and horses are not especially bothered by the emotional tumult we are currently experiencing.  Not unless, of course, it interferes with mealtimes, petting and walks.

They are content in the moment, tethered to their quiet, peaceable lives.  Lots of sleeping, lots of snuggling, lots of purring, barking, running, depending on what the situation calls for.  There is not a lot of planning, reviewing, or regret.  I like that about them.  Today I am in bed with a nasty spring cold, bracketed by cats, and from time to time, Cho.

They are reminding me about rest, about stillness and the importance of having a warm, friendly body nearby.  And for all of that simplifying and companionability, I am deeply grateful.