Several threads are convening in my life right now. Threads – like currents in the living river – carry me along, weaving my life’s journey without me “raising” a finger. It happens every day, every night, every second.
Thread red – the passion of learning from another teacher’s perspective. I am enthralled by hearing Connie Hozvicka’s “take” on subjects near and dear to my heart. She’s a breath of fresh air. My new daily journaling in my new “cosmic” mini BIG journal already quickens my sense of en-BIG-ening my work in the world.
Thread blue – The intellectual spark of reading Cosmosophia – Cosmology, Mysticism, and the Birth of a New Myth by Theodore Richards. Oh my goodness, he nails it! I see me and Ecstatic Wisdom Postures and the current Clan of the Dreaming Cave Bear ( our local island tribe of Posturers whose conversations expand my living and deepen my soul.) between the lines. We’re doing the work he calls for.
My favorite passage so far is this one: If cosmology is a worldview, mysticism is a way to experience and embody that vision, or to break through into a new worldview…The mystic interiorizes the mythology and cosmology of a culture, allowing for new and deeper creative expressions; at the same time, the mystic can travel to the edge of the cosmos and the periphery of a culture, reimagining and recreating its myths and cosmologies. Mysticism is often unknown and unnecessary when a cosmology is functional, but when we have become alienated from the cosmos – that is if a cosmology is dysfunctional as in modernity – we require a mystical transformation, to cross the border into a new way of perceiving,… (ways) that lead to deeper connection and communion and, ultimately, greater compassion.
WOW. That’s exactly the gift of Ecstatic Wisdom Postures, the green thread in my life.
Last evening, I facilitated the first session of the latest Foundation Course in Postures. What a group! Their experiences last night visiting with a divination pose were rich beyond expectation. Traveling from deep beneath the sea, to the ancient paintings on cave walls, to a sweat lodge with such intense heat that the woman thought she was going to pop out of her skin, to the salt of the earth, to intergenerational healing and a sense of perfection in the moment with no need to worry or try hard, the talking circle revealed our common humanity as well as our uniqueness of being. A blessing.
Thread Purple – the professional painting thread – is on hold for the moment but only for the moment. I trust the never ending ebb and flow and know that everything I’m doing right now is leading to more potent imagery later.
Thread Orange – the writing, the writing, the writing. It’s been a week now and I haven’t missed a day for contributing to my book. Thank you James B for modeling that discipline. I’m honoring my life by doing this. Since the book is about the evolution of consciousness, or what it means to be fully human ( Although 2000 years from now we may be revising our sense of full humanness yet again. ), I’m re-membering and re-living my own path and it’s enlivening me. As I drummed/rattled for the group last night, I flashed on my uptight, intellectually controlled and ego driven youth. I remembered being so scared of looking foolish, of making a mistake, I could not even allow myself to try jitterbugging. No way.
Now, here I am in a candlelit room drumming for a group of folks who look ordinary in daylight but here in the flickering glow are holding a pose with their tongues sticking out and their eyes closed. Talk about wyrd! Talk about transformation!