SACRED NATURA CREATING

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August 29, 2014

I was inspired for this art work by the dream vision of a Chartres master, Alain de Lille, that is described in a recent book, The Lord of the Elements, Inter weaving Christianity and Nature, by Bastiaan Baan. He is a Christian Community priest who deeply knows and respects nature and those with super sensible capacities to experience it such as Hildegard von Bingen.

The dream of Alain’s is as follows: He experiences the all encompassing unity of the world. Above he saw Noys, divine thought, divine spirit.  Below he saw Hyle  the physical world, primordial matter, which is in a certain state of chaos.  He did not see them as separate worlds; in between the divine spirit and the chaos of matter there appears a third being, Natura, as the world soul.  An ensouled being, the daughter of God who receives the ideas from Noys the divine intelligence, which she works into matter as an artist, and transforms matter into useful meaningful building blocks of creation.  She surrounds everything that has been created.  Even when her creations are not longer conscious of their origins she still envelops them.

This virginal being encompasses all of creation.  Alain de Lille saw her crowned with twelve fiery stars, clothed in a fine gossamer veil in which all the birds exist, the air.  Her lower garment, her tunica, is multi colored with all animals and plants woven into it: the earth.  Over this between air and earth. between the veil and tunica, a sea green upper garment, the water and everything living in it.  The four elements appear in the crown the tunica, the upper garment and the veil……..the new human being is conceived in the realm above the hierarchies, in the realm of the Trinity.  God hands him over to Sophia, the divine wisdom. Sophia hands the new man over to Natura and clothes him in the perfect body, … that does not bear the consequences of the Fall constituted of the purest elements…which astonishes creation.”

Overwhelmed by the dream Alain was given nurturing revival by the Natura being and she spoke these words to him, “His work is unity, my work is diversity. His work is perfect, my works are perishable.He is the Creator, I am his work. He brings things into appearance, he gives “Being”. My work bears the stamp of divine creation…. through me the human being was born, through him the human being was reborn.”

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THE PART THAT DOESN’T SHOW

AUGUST, 25, 2014

July 30, 2014 Building the deck
July 30, 2014 Building the deck
Nathan builds the deck
Nathan builds the deck

Our home was built by our son, Cameron, and daughter, Mary, when they were young adults, a warmup for them both to become licensed contractors. It is beautifully built and was a kind of ultimate project for a pair of Waldorf students. But that was 27 years ago and even a beautifully built deck has a finite life span and it was time for a new one. It has been a special delight to have Cameron’s sixteen year old son, Nathan, be the one, (with Dad’s tutoring) to build our new deck- a second generation of builders at White Feather Ranch.

We wanted it to last as long as possible and gave the same attention to detail in this endeavor that went into building the first one. That meant painting wood preservative on the bottom side of the boards. I took on the job, it is messy and smelly and I felt the boys would do better with the tear down and building part of the project. I still actually could do it, though it was a stretch, and in my age bracket when you still can make something happen it’s time to get up and make it happen. I do love building. I love being part of the process of creating almost anything. Always have.

Yet I pondered as I turned the ten foot, two by six boards, placed on the saw horses in groups of eight for me to paint, “Why do we hold to a high standard here? No one will ever see this. And me? I will be long out of the picture when this deck needs replacing again. My particular benefit of this extra effort? Won’t be here to know about it one way or the other!”

 

Then I thought, “Actually this is one of those jobs that’s like so much of woman’s work on this earth! It will be unknown, unremarked, and unacknowledged. The part that doesn’t show. The underside of things, the unseen extra effort. But the truth is it is a just that sort of thing that helps keep things ‘preserved” and held up. Keeps everything going forward, attended to, so to speak, so it will be strong to withstand the elements, so it will endure. Oh, yes, that is a metaphor for Mother’s work.

We perform the deeds of wife and mother over and over again, cleaning, washing straightening , cooking, nurturing and consoling, never finished, ever and ever the same work to be done over again and rarely acknowledged. My husband, too, has literally held the household together with the never ending repairs to everything with a motor, hinges, batteries or electrical cords and more. For all repeated effort to keep order there no permanent rewards – none except the very finest kind of fulfillment. Because it does matter. Because it is a most important kind of work, that of making devoted contributions to the environment of a home – the living space for a family, for people to thrive because care has gone into the surroundings. The striving physical work, the soul effort and warmth that creates nurturing space for the vibrant, burgeoning, messy life with growing children. The children witness a standard of care and learn.

So the mind-set for this small painting task and the greater ones in life is the same. For this unseen deed to help things last and be there for the long run. We are going for the long term here, for maximum durability for a long life. The ethic of doing one’s best, not what we can get by with. The best you can do with what you’ve got to work with and the time and money available. Whether it can be seen outwardly or not.

I shall always remember, with quiet mother’s joy, the time my son sold a little utility trailer ‘as is’ that happened to have a broken tail light. The buyer was okay with that and was coming back the next day to pick it up. But that evening my son went out and replaced the tail light, unasked, unexpected, unrewarded nor nor compensated on the material plane for his efforts.

But the internal one that counted? The fulfillment of a a job well and honestly done. One giving respect to earthly materials and at the same time honoring the inner soul by using those materials as skillfully and artistically as possible. So do we leave our sign, our mark on life through our work, just like a signature on a painting. It is a piece of human art created and signed with our best integrity our best workmanship, for durability, and grateful respect for the gift for creative possibility, for beautiful materials and beautiful people in our lives. We can love our work, even the never ending work that is ever to be done anew, because we are creating by our efforts space and surroundings of beauty and nurturing for good living for all involved.

A TENTH OF AN OUNCE OF PURE ATTITUDE

AUGUST 8, 2014

Brutus is here again this morning. posturing, buzzing, and whipping around like a royal despot in his daily temper tantrums to keep all the court quaking in his wake.

Brutus is the name we have given to the humming bird who lords it over the feeder filled with sugar water we have in a oak tree by the deck. Never mind that he has had his fill at any given time. He determinedly zips around fending off any others who have the audacity to sip from his fount. He takes them all on anywhere in his territory, finches, nuthatches, the humble towhee, big blue jays twenty times his weight and adversaries with plenty of sass themselves. He perceives himself lord of all he surveys and proclaims to the world there shall be no trespass on his domain.

When he lights on the twig of the live oak tree, it scarcely gives the slightest bend to acknowledge his weight, or lack of it.  He fluffs and puffs his feathers, cocks his head and waggles his long needle beak; the hummingbird equivalent of domineering swaggering across the room.

Brutus is an animal, creature of instinct.  And while that instinct is wondrous to behold, he lives imprisoned by its limits.  He cannot think about his actions, nor would his 200th of an ounce brain in that feisty tenth of an ounce body even entertain a thought.

We humans have an animal nature too, and plenty of instincts to be sure, soundly intertwined with our lower ego that buzzes, postures, fears, threatens and parades.  But we, thanks be to God, are blessed with the divine spark of humanity and a Higher Ego to be able to think, plan, remember, learn, change, envision, decide, and choose our actions.

Our lower ego energy, we so soundly employ in self service, actually probably only amounts to about a tenth of an ounce of fluff and feathers in the big picture.  But if that self focused energy could be directed with the power and zeal this tiny hummingbird gives to his daily rounds toward higher purposes?  Oh, my gosh, what a power that would be!  If we all joined together for the higher good?  Wouldn’t that be a force of  (Higher ) nature?  An unstoppable power!  Takes your great away what could come to pass!

SPECIAL PRAYER DAY, AUGUST 6, 2014

August, 2, 2014

Chie Sasaki ( born in Japan)  came from Thailand  to help me in those critical and vulnerable days when I was first home from the hospital.  She brought not only her wonderful healing energy but this colorful blanket she made and embellished with my name.  She had taken it to several holy sites and sacred places in Asia to gather blessings for my recovery.

Our frequent long distance conversations are, well, pretty amazing.  Chie has been spiritually gifted all her life, but far more so since the death of her only child, Yasuhiro, who was the one who brought us together.  Chie is one of the most lively cheerful spirit-filled individuals I know.  She is incredibly disciplined in her meditative life and moves with ease, wonder, insight, reverence and joy between the worlds of those living on earth and those in the spiritual world.

We both have sons on the other side with whom we have strong connections.  Chie has very direct communication with Yasuhiro.  Our sons are individuals with significant spiritual responsibilities and are doing some powerful work for the future and helping us now.  

Everyone has loved ones on the other side.  Making connections and working with them is some of the most spiritually important work we can do now to receive inspiration clarity and hope for direction in our lives here. So I offer you the following thoughts for a special prayer and meditation day via Chie.

Just today she wrote that on August 6, 2014 all day, beginning at 8 AM California time, a special concentration of spiritual light will come from the spiritual world seeking to activate a higher vibration of consciousness for those who can receive it, for the physical world.  

Chie has strong memories of dying with Yasuhiro in the Holocaust in WW11.  On August 6th it will be 69 years wince the atom bomb was dropped on Japan opening the new terrors of destructive power we witness today.  On her recent climb on the sacred mountain in Japan, Mt. Miwa, she was shown a rock in a dream which she then found on the trail and underneath was a small stick with a message written in Hebrew. “For world peace”  (During her travels for that climb she also had several experiences of this ‘blue’ light as a marker for spiritual quickening.  See photo above.)

Certainly any thoughts toward world peace are valuable now.  If we can collectively send prayers enlivened by a spiritual light that can merge with the vibration of the spiritual light of our loved ones on the other side and give new energy to their efforts to help us here is would be a beautiful thing.’It could bring miracles,” writes Chie.

On August 6, 2014 (US time) she writes “I will try to chant and pray within my heart all day long.” 青光2 IMG_3101She always says, “I do my best,”  her unwavering dedication to not only honor her wonderful son, but in her service as a light bearer of hope to our world.  I gladly share her insights with you.