The Web

 

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Dear Readers of my blog,

I am walking an unprecedented road and yet I forecast it back in August. Do you remember? I tell you about sitting on the couch with Victoria and sharing with her my last two months of praying for the salmon. Then I write: “As if I have suddenly stepped outside myself, I look down on the two of us sitting on the couch and SEE how my commitment to pray is already being fed and enlarged. I breathe a silent “thank-you.”

I felt the energy building then but I never dreamt how quickly greater clarity would arrive and planetary connections made. I published my post about praying on my own again in September and shared the epiphany that I am not praying for salmon but for humans. I ponder our purpose and wonder about the fact that we don’t seem necessary for the planet’s systems to keep humming and evolving. In fact we are an invasive species messing up most things in our path. I swear the moment I clicked to publish that post, Jane Cunningham in New Zealand clicked to open it. She contacted me and shared her song.
I fell in love listening to her voice, her spare yet all encompassing, compassionate words. I knew that I had found a compatriot for the passionate purpose that had just become clear to me

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I have been praying – whatever that means – for humans to fall in love with our home. After painting Thread ( see it in the post before this one ), I began taking my monthly commitment more seriously. I suddenly saw, probably on a daily walk with the dogs in the wood, that I am meant to midwife a movement for humans everywhere who want to honor the earth with their open hearts and to share that experience of communion with others by creative expression. I suddenly SAW that our job as humans is to pray, to give back in word and deed to the energy of this place which holds us – the earth. Ten thousand years ago, we took that job seriously, but the trek of modernity, science and religion have distracted us from our original purpose. We can return to it but as more fully evolved creatures than ever before.

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The name that comes to me is Praying True. I am blown wide open by recognizing the power of these two words. Though I have always lived reverently, I have never thought of myself as one who prays. So it strikes me as curious that here toward the end of my life I am gungho about praying. I’ll delve into that subject at another time, but here now I want to mention the power of true. True for me means behaving authentically. Authentically for me means behaving in a way that my bowels, my interior, tells me is right for me. When a thought, action or deed rings true for me, my entire body relaxes. I feel comfort inside, my heartbelly is warm and expansive and then I know what is right action for me.

Facts in my brain don’t alter my body’s truth.

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True also means – again only for me though maybe it will resonate with you – being in balance, like the plumber’s bob, the pendulum swinging until it comes to rest. True as in straight arrow, true north as guided by the north star, unfiltered aliveness, naked voice, feet feeling rooted, body nestled in the cocoon of living energy all around us. I know when I’m praying true and I think the earth does too. The essence of praying true is simple, available to everyone and requires no creed, dogma or paraphernalia.

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And so here comes Southern Hemisphere Jane Cunningham into my life. What a blessing!. I ask for permission to share her song here in the Pacific Northwest of the Northern Hemisphere. “Of course,” she says. Though we are twenty hours apart and live in a different day AND season, we agree that we’ll sing together last weekend. AND WE DID! I’ll share that story next time.

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About Deborah

Deborah Jane Milton, Ph.D. is an artist, mentor, and eco-psychologist, mother of four and grandmother of eight.
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6 Responses to The Web

  1. Jill Leigh says:

    Beautiful post – I join you in Praying True – and I don’t think of myself as someone who prays either.

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    • Deborah says:

      Oh this is wonderful news to hear, Jill. Jane and I will be adding information/resources etc on our new group page in Facebook. The momentum began building before we’d even had a chance to draft the first version of what we wanted to say. That’s FB for you, I guess. Exciting flow and I’m trusting the current!

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  2. James Lawer says:

    Absolutely GREAT posting, Deborah! I have been stepping into my own new self, too, and one day will write about it.

    I relish our friendship.

    James   James Lawer   /|\ 10 Park Avenue  #24-D New York, NY  10016 917.272.7681 http://www.druidwalker.org

    Embrace the darkness growing stronger As we descend to gripping roots of winter. How good to attend whispers of deepening nights, Brittle branches cracking, the tingle of crisping frosts, Shivers with the hush of snow owls, silent hunters, Silken on cold air, luminous shadows slipping through grey hollows. How good to attend the dark lady.

    >________________________________ > From: The Wisdom of Not Knowing Everything >To: jameslawer@sbcglobal.net >Sent: Friday, October 25, 2013 11:23 PM >Subject: [New post] The Web > > > > WordPress.com >Deborah posted: ”  Dear Readers of my blog, I am walking an unprecedented road and yet I forecast it back in August. Do you remember? I tell you about sitting on the couch with Victoria and sharing with her my last two months of praying for the salmon. Then” >

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  3. STEVEN BOUCHARD says:

    HELLO-AGAIN…
    WHILE ON THE PATH OF “SHAMS TABRIZ” (DIMENSIONALLY-AND-INTERNET SPEAKING).
    I FOUND MYSELF (THREE WEB-HOPS) GAZING INTO “EARTH BIRTH” BY, WELL… YOU.

    I’VE NOT KEPT UP WITH/BEEN FOLLOWING-MYTHSINGER.
    I DON’T ORDINARILY DO ANY WEB RELATING… AS IT GOES.
    (OLD FRIENDS CALL ME RECLUSIVE)
    REGARDLESS…
    AND IN THE ABSENCE OF-ANYTHING-RANDOM…

    I’M WONDERING IF YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED IN A WALK, OR CUP OF TEA.

    I SUPPOSE THE WORLD WIDE WEB IS..?
    SO A WEE BIT ABOUT ME…

    ~LETTING GO~

    WHILE THE WEARY EXPECTATIONS OF MEMORY AND EMOTION
    PASS AWAY TO BE RETURNED–AS ELEMENTAL DUST
    THIS LIFE IS AWAKENED… NOW BORN INTO LIGHT
    BY THE IMMANENT BREATH OF LOVE

    RELEASED–ALL ANXIOUS HOPE
    FORGIVEN–ANY PAINED DISAPPOINTMENT
    THE ENTANGLING INTERPLAY OF PERSONAL PREFERENCES
    MERCIFULLY CONSUMED… IN THE GRACE OF AN UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER

    FINALLY FREE TO BE THE TREE
    SEEDED BY THE HAND OF GOD
    WITH ROOTS FIRMLY PLANTED IN THE PARADOX OF HUMANNESS
    BOLD, UNENDING BRANCHES–OPEN OUT IN ACCEPTING… THE DIVINE

    NOT TWO–NOT ONE
    SIMPLY
    YES

    ************************************************************************************************************************
    ~YES~

    A SINGLE RAY OF SUNLIGHT
    REFLECTS OFF THE IRIDESCENCE OF AN AIR BORNE FISH
    AND TURNING INTO BUTTERFLY
    LANDS ON WINTER BUSH
    THEN BLOSSOMS

    NICE TO SEE YOU (YOUR WORK) ONCE MORE..!

    .

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