Ishtar Weekend - Renewal

Hello World -

Starting this on 4-20. A definite nod to the legality of geraniums and other healing plants Otherwise, shoots are shooting up. Their green fuses firing in a healthy way. Today’s meditation, approaching Easter, with it’s inherent message of rising up- focuses on the lives of two women in the news, Virginia Hall and Rebecca Twigg. A spy and a cyclist. Courageous women both, rising to the occasion, but also all too human. Look them up. Mostly, right now, ahora mismo, I’m experiencing a rebirth of imagination, courtesy of the fact that i have a fractured foot and I can’t run around. My foot instead sits next to me on its own high stool, as if demanding more respect for all ithat it does, while I write at my desk. Traveling that way. The accident itself is also due to it being Spring: specifically, silly dogs in love, their senses waking up with the waking earth: new scents, the roar of the brook out from under ice - their mad strong run towards it, the pure chance of them hitting into the back of my legs at a specific aerodynamic spot, throwing me up into Mary Poppins territory, and then down hard. The woman who fell to earth. Yet losing the use of one leg temporarily gave me my bird, my mind again: she who flies free regardless, she who is checking on her many and various nests of deserving importance. And then physically, as if seeking perfect balance, there’s a deeper sense of source, of habitation within myself, where I am physically, the present, as well as the motion of emotions that live on the inside - the peace therein that of a wild river, the peace therein that of a roar, rather than any bleak quietude at all - the peace therein: a functioning soul in a resting body, a bird composed of air free to be anywhere. So i’m sort of enjoying this strange freedom of being with my body and my thoughts, rather than tending to my immediate surroundings. In this one body, so many places, so many times. As you are too. So this reboots that relationship. With a CBD assist.

Regarding this weekend as a whole, and what role religion plays in our lives - I grew up with eight religions at our table - well we rarely had a table, my mom used construction spools for little cafe-type ensembles because she knew where to scavenge them - but in our family lets say, we had Ethical Culture, Catholic, Lutheran, Christian Science, Jewish, Episcopalian, Buddhist and Pagan - which I didn’t mind at all - Still Easter was my favorite holiday - New, fresh starts - painting delicate eggs, bonnets my grandmother would tie under my chin, the idea of risings in general: of sprouts & spirit, a sort of graceful defiance (Irish & African inflected), a beauty in courage, a silliness of daffodils and events in the park, more all that, then the story of the poor man who was being used in my opinion to justify a lot of nonsense - I did just realize that the Last Supper was also Passover - I had thought Jesus just had everyone together to say goodbye in his own way - instead it was also the customary celebration of his (my) people’s exodus from slavery in Egypt, while (he must have twinged) at that moment still under Roman rule, still controlled by a foreign military power So many parables there - I wish everyone a Happy 4-20, with or without blackbirds & pies if you know the rhyme, a Happy Pesach, for the love of freedom from slavery & sharing food, and most of all Happy Ishtar because in estrus the earth is fertile once again, and god damn that’s worth a bonnet, an egg and a rising. Or kicking up your heels a little - do it for those of us who can’t (I Katherine Graham that mock drama!) Still the idea of forever is dangerous The galaxies, yes - earth & eachother temporal, ours to love & protect So ultimately Happy Spring - signed Hop Along Cassidy, wavering a bit precariously, yet about to wash the dishes - Gaia blessings My two cents, five pence and 3 pesos