December 9th, 2005

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Awake in the night -

I am awake.

I tried sleeping, re-adjusting my hat, and such.
I never slept in a hat before and I am reminded of the Night Before Christmas, and "Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap."
My hat is blue wool with a soft cotton lining. I feel cozy, and like an elf. I also feel I look rather generic when I am not wearing the hat, and I find that curious.  I see my humanity more clearly.   I feel androgynous, and not.  I like my forehead.  I have a strong forehead, like my shoulders.   
I feel myself molting, and I heard what I believe was a screech owl just now, and thought what it would be to be a mouse picked up in the talons of an owl. Mary Oliver has a wonderful poem about that experience.
My eye now falls on this poem by W. S. Merwin.

     Song of Man Chipping an Arrowhead

    Little children you will all go
    but the one you are hiding
    will fly





Wow!!!   
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Geese -

This comes from Elaine today in response to my brother's comments on the geese.

The Goose Story
 
Next fall, when you see Geese heading South for the Winter, flying along in V formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way:  as each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.  By flying in V formation the whole flock adds at lease 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.  (People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.) 
 
When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.  (If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are.)
 
When the Head Goose gets tired, it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point.  (It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs with people or with geese flying South.)
 
Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.  (What do we say when we honk from behind?)
 
Finally, and this is important, when a goose gets sick, or is wounded by gunshots and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection.  They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly, or until it dies.  Only then do they launch out on their own,or with another formation to catch up with their group.  (If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other like that)_

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Elaine continues:   I know that you feel the lift from all those people who are giving you love.  Your brother saw geese in the sky when he was thinking of your parents.  They are part of the community lifting you up.


Thank you, Dear Community.  I feel quite buoyed and light in my flight to see new climates and worlds, both within and without.  

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Ode to My Feet!!

The sun this morning
tickles the hill
with the joy
of a squirrel
scampering
along the top
of a fence.
I want to step into the deep fur
of that hill.
Perhaps, I will.
Stepping!
Prancing!
My feet are so alive,
they are pointing and stretching,
wiggling and jiggling,
taking this whole thing,
in stride.

They are having fun!
They never enjoyed standing in front of the mirror,
bemoaning the look of uncurled strands of floppy hair.
They are excited,
like penguins on trampolines,
swooshing otters, sliding on snow,
deer lifting their hooves to carefully choose,
just the right green,
on which to feed.
My feet are bunnies bouncing up and down,
kangaroos,
gazelles.
They are grateful for a head to carry,
and especially thankful that the head,
is not waving a sloppy, grungy mass of useless fur.
Of course, they are also appreciate that the head,
to which they are connected,
was clever enough,
to furnish itself,
with a bunch,
of warm, cuddly, colorful,
stylish,
and not-so-stylish,
Hats,
so Feet can roar, romp, canter,
and not say brrrrrr!!

 

 

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Jane's Poem to Her Feet!


Thrash and flail awake from sleep
Nerves misfire, muscles clamp
When finally against the back of love
I dream again,
I learn to fly through a sky canopy
held up by pontoons of stars.
When I land I learn
I¹ve traded in my feet for wheels
I live in large barn
in the center of a meadow
sweeping green
With a host of simple creatures
Who wear their joy outside.
These are the things I find I¹ve lost
Through a hole in my pocket:
fear
discernment
words.



jane ann flint   



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Rumi!

How should spring bring forth
    a garden on hard stone?

Become earth, that you may
    grow flowers of many colors.
For you have been heart-breaking rock.

Once, for the sake of experiment,
                                         be earth!


Rumi