In my morning meditation, I found myself thinking about rivers, nourishment, and returning to the source.
What I saw about myself is that although I long to drink from the source–to rest in that deep place–I also resist it.
I’m probably heading either towards or away from the source.
I don’t know if any of you work with tarot cards. For me, they’re not for divination, but I use them as a meditative tool.
My favorite deck is called Shining Tribe by Rachel Pollack. I don’t actually use them very often, but today I pulled them out and discovered some interesting things about myself. One of the questions I asked was “What do I fear?”And the card I drew was called Place of Rivers.
And I asked myself–why do I fear that place? Because I realized that I was avoiding it.
Even though I’ve spent so much time alone in the past year, I’ve been keeping really busy–trying to get my business up and running and earning money. Especially since I decided to leave my teaching job this past fall. (That was a tough decision–as you can see in My life as a waffle.) I think it’s not so much that I fear turning within as much as that I think that if I stop doing-doing-doing, I’ll never succeed.
My deep knowing tells me that isn’t true–but I often don’t pay that much attention.
So when I find myself in a situation like this, I do what any sensible person would do–I write a poem!
Take me to the source–a poem
Follow the river back to its source Deep waters, cool and dark Nothing to fear--except getting lost or Forgetting to return to the busy-ness of life. But this is not the River Lethe-- the waters of forgetfulness These waters bring back memory of who we truly are. This remembering also brings pain-- That ache in the chest like drinking water that's too cold too fast. Like a knive that cuts from the inside. Perhaps that is what is needed --metaphorically speaking, of course-- To open ourselves like the source To let our own cool, dark waters flow To nourish others And ourselves.
Poetry Friday
Happy Poetry Friday, everyone. This week, Karen Edmisten hosts. She shares a wonderful poem by Billy Collins about his being the same age as Cheerios. Inspired by the poem and post, I found out that I’m the same age as bubble wrap, boursin cheese, sea monkeys, tang, and the whopper!
That sounds like a poem right there. What are you the same age as?
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xoxo
What an interesting way to get to this beautiful poem. To get to the place…to open. Beautiful but, also, not easy. I have wondered how many educators have decided to move on in this pandemic. We’ve lost some really great ones.
Thanks, Linda. It was really a tough decision for me to leave my job. And I’ll be going back to my old school to do some assessments/observations/stuff like that once I get fully vaccinated. But I’ve wondered about how many teachers made the same decision I did, too. And I wonder how it will all come around once life gets back to whatever new normal we have. I have a couple of friends who switched from teaching in schools to teaching pods (and loving it) and I wonder where that will lead.
Beautiful poem. I love these waters bring back memories of who we really are, and that ending took my breath away.
Thanks, Kay!
Fascinating to find a personal message, and your poem, from your Tarot cards. like the thoughts of a river message, thinking of flowing when I do imagine that water and I love “That ache in the chest like drinking water
that’s too cold too fast.” The self-talk sometimes is like that, whew, is this the right thing? Thanks, Susan, and best wishes on your journey!
Thanks, Linda
Such an interesting and lovely examination of fear and where it might lead us, and even restore us. Thanks for this, Susan.
And, oh! Sea monkeys! ๐ Somehow they never looked like the ads. ๐
Thanks, Karen. And I guess it figures about the sea monkeys. Maybe thatโs why my mom would never buy them for me.