Soaring high, the Hawk invites us to step outside the boundaries of life, to free ourselves of preconceived limitations, to welcome change in our lives through awareness and mindfulness.
The noble Eagle soars thru canyons and mountains, lakes and rivers in quiet determination to honor his Eagle nature. But that’s not the way it’s always been. Mythology tells the story of Yucatangee the Talker before there was ever an Eagle. Yucatangee talked constantly, so much so that the bear, the wolf, and other animals couldn’t hear themselves or each other and couldn’t feel the elements like the wind, the rain, nor see the sun, the moon, the stars. Thus they were lost as to their true nature. For we can only realize our true nature through our commonality with each other and connection to the natural world.Continue reading The Eagle and the Hawk
“The fire is lit, a sacred long pipe is passed around connecting us to our forebearers, while the flickering light of the campfire creates shadows that dance onto the trees and stars.” -JC
We happen upon a cabin from antiquity next to a pond, nestled deep within a thicket made to specifications out of fallen trees. Sitting upon its rustic porch at night amidst the visual of fireflies, we listen intently to all it has witnessed, as this rustic castle dispels all thoughts of the mundane with stories of fairy circles, dryads (tree spirits) and haunted groves, awakening our imaginations.Continue reading Thoreau’s Ghost
Just a short distance and I am amongst the trees, I perceive the shadow of Thoreau and John Muir, as I enter the realm of Gawain and the Green Man, While the leaves from winters passed announce my arrival, amidst the lower brush and decaying branches.
The ancient Greek word ‘psyche’, is defined as ‘soul’ and it’s also the Greek word for butterfly. The idea of transition playing heavily in their mythology… first, amoth literally transforms into a butterfly, a physical event from youth to adulthood. And second, the soul’s carried by the butterfly which eventually seeks passage into the underworld… the transition from life to death, a metaphysical event. However, we know that we are born, die and are born again each day into our authentic self and the butterfly and its attributes are the perfect metaphor for change. Continue reading Papillon
“You live that you may learn love. You love that you may learn to live. No other lesson is required of man.” –Mirad
One soul connects to another. But the longing which the cerebral mind intended may end up being completely different from what it originally sought, for the soul requires and demands something more, so our longing evolves laced with these core request. Love born just of passion will fade. As love born to reconnect to the image of a life long dead may resurrect the past, but not create the bridge to our true self, thus depriving the soul of its initial search. Continue reading Charting The Rainbow
“The thing you sacrificed comes back years later, knife in hand, demanding to sacrifice that which it was sacrificed for.” -Carl Jung
In Plato’s Myth of Er, each soul returns from a previous life and chooses its attributes for the next return to Earth. These qualities make up the daimon or acorn which is representative of the unique character of that soul. It’s chosen in order to fulfill this soul’s purpose in its next life, as related to its previous incarnation.Continue reading Myth of Er- Plato and Jung
Song of Amergin- 1st Version I am the wind on the sea I am the wave of the sea I am the bull of seven battles I am the eagle on the rock I am a flash from the sun I am the most beautiful of plants I am a strong wild boar I am a salmon in the water I am a lake in the plain I am the word of knowledge I am the head of the spear in battle I am the God that puts fire in the head Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills? Who can tell the ages of the moon? Who can tell the place where the sun rests?Continue reading Song of Amergin
We can’t embrace the warmth of the Sacred Father, the sun, locked in our comfort zone, nor without first venturing through the shadow land of the night, the storm… the abyss, the way of the left, the Nederland Path, which can never be duplicated. -Heinrich Zimmer, The Art of Indian Asia
The Call is like the neon streets of the night and you’re pulled by faith into an immersed tunnel. And what causes you to follow this ever so faint voice in the wind, but convictions of the heart. And it’s telling you to stop being fooled by the imperious ego, who designated itself king of your life. Now it’s time to step outside your small world as in a leap of faith over a chasm or in setting sail to an unknown shore.Continue reading The Call