Love: I am in love with Michelle Obama. Pure love. She is a walking springtime garden of Goddess dresses and rainbow smiles, each one meant especially to lift me up, and you, too, I'd guess. . .
Archetypal, she evokes an inner hidden springtime Goddess of blooming womanhood, and I want to decorate myself, too, until my inner beauty is turned inside out, and I am safely visible -- a burst of color, a brilliant ray of light.
Then, I cry like a school girl, asking "Why is She here?" And weep again to know: She is here because I am here, and though it all feels so personal, because you, too, are here, I'd guess.
Abundance: Images of an Abundant Goddess in Becoming visit me in my dreams. Large and beautiful and loving, she doesn't know how to do all she is drawn to do, but she is learning. I love her, too, like I love Michelle, like I love Mary Magdalene, like I finally love myself.
Metaphors: Those comparisons that say a thing is something else and so expand our knowing -- I have loved them for decades, these powerful figures of speech that can import the beauty and majesty and sacred creative mystery of the stars to my woman's eyes:
Her eyes are stars in the dark night-time sky, lighting the way.
I have hunted them down, these metaphors from Milton to Donne to Shakespeare to Jesus to Mary Magdalene to Dorothy Parker, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, and hundreds in between. For decades they expanded my mind; they pried it open wide and beyond the scope of conditioned response. I constantly sought the sudden surprise of Wordsworth's daffodils on the other side of the hill or violets populating the hillside of a Tennessee pond from childhood, for I have loved the experience of being suddenly seized and lifted to a different way of being.
Now I know.
They are one way, one love,
these metaphors are,
to broaden consciousness.
Their playground is the mind, but their gift, finally, is insight, as they tutor us to find our other mind, our intuition, till a new time of life, of knowing, comes (and it goes, too, to where I do not know, but it also returns), so that:
My ancient mind is unfettering itself, and there are moments now when I no longer need metaphors to prop me up till I reach the sky or deepen me until I feel the Earth inside my flesh.
I used to pray every day into conscious experience -- 365 prayers a year -- and devour each day with my hungry mind as it entered my always greedy-for-beauty eyes. But I am more than observer now, more than speaker now, more than meaning-maker now.
So when I say, if for an instant only sometimes, that my eyes are the stars or that I am the Goddess, or that the days pray me, I don't mean it. I don't believe it. I don't even simply experience it.
Embodied -- I am it!
Sandra
P.S. Readings of GROWING UP WITHOUT THE GODDESS:
Here's my schedule of events, some past, some nearly present:
March 2009
March 19: Read at North Raleigh at Fall River Books Open Mic
7:00 pm 1141 Fall River Ave.
March 29: Private Reading in Magnolia, NC
2:00 pm
and
4:00 pm
April 2009
April 9: Reading and Book Signing at Pomegranate Books, Wilmington, NC
7:00 pm
April 23: Tentative: Faculty Colloquium at UNC-Wilmington (re-scheduled for the Fall of 2009)
April 25: Display book at NC Writers’ Conference in Greensboro, NC
May 2009
May 2: Reading, Dancing Moon Books & Gifts, 12 noon to 3 p.m. Raleigh, NC
12:00 - 1840 Wake Forest Rd. Raleigh, North Carolina 27608 Phone: (919) 833-8081, 3:00 p.m. http://www.dancingmoononline.com/
May 6: Voices of the Sacred Feminine Radio Interview with Karen Tate
9:00 EST http://www.karentate.com/Tate/radio_show.html
May 9: Reading at the HIVE in Greensboro, NC
2:00 – Greensboro Hive www.gsohive.org, 1214 Grove St. Greensboro, NC
4:00 p.m. 27403 (336) 617-5328
May 21 Seminar on Abuse and Vibrational Healing with readings from my book,
6:30 p.m. – Visions & Dreams, 4403 Park Avenue, Wilmington, NC.
8:30 p.m. http://www.visionsanddreamsinc.com/
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