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
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.
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.
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.
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.