Words Sing in the Wind

Have you been so busy pulling the cart that you forgot how to dance to the tune in your head? Return to the fields of youth, to phrases in the grass. Remember that words sing in the wind.   This will be the re-finding of yourself; the joy of your own mind’s company.

When you have leaned too far in the direction of user-friendly: practice obscurity.

It might seem a tenuous thread. It might not pull a cart but it will waltz through the backyard on a summer evening and remind you why you are alive.

I am a woman who can see in the dark

I am Persephone. I ate a pomegranate seed.
Some people say six; some say eight.
No matter. At least one. One is enough.

One is enough to throw you out, send you down, hang you up.
One is enough to wake you up.

I was abducted by Hades. They say it was an awful thing.
It was necessary to remove me from the tribe. I would not have been able to do it myself.
It is hard to see the trap when you are inside it.

I am also Inanna. An older story. I went down to the underworld to meet the Dark Sister.
To be hung on the meat hook; to suffer, change and return.
They say it was an awful thing. But it was necessary to transform.

Inanna goes down of her own choice. Persephone is dragged.

Long ago I  was dragged down but I am no longer a victim.
I am a woman who can see in the dark.

When I Say Yes

Once upon a time and just a few days ago, I came to the underworld. I said “No” to everything. I spun resistance around me like a chrysalis to protect myself. Inside my cocoon of No I hung on a branch of a tree grown from a pomegranate seed.

Down below on the floor of the underworld were all the parts of myself I had thrown away over the years, rejected because they weren’t perfect enough. They looked up at me and I looked down at them; we all suffered.

One day we reached critical mass, my rejected parts and me, all that suffering compressed down so far it had to expand. A chemical reaction occurred and a small goddess of compassion was born.

Like a loving mother, the small goddess of compassion said, Yes – when you are frightened I will be with you. Yes – when you are hurt I will comfort you.

The chrysalis began to soften

& uncurl

& brighten

and transform into  The Wings

                                   of a

                                Butterfly.

 

When I say yes, the transformation begins.