A beautiful constellation of votives, prayers, glowing hope in the shadowed places of the heart and the deep of night. Connecting the animal-self to the animals in the dark. I found such comfort in your words, a grounding and weaving of strength in the tenderest of times. And what a miracle to have black bears return to this land. I am setting out ripened offerings to them in my heart and mind.
Also, this part pours soft honeyed medicine into my very being: “For was it not where Demeter wept, and gave up hope, and became mortal, that the temple of Eleusis was built? A hanging light marking the place where she almost died of sorrow, but did not, where she asked that her sorrow be turned into sanctuary? What if this were true for every place where we too have been shattered, and thought we couldn't go on?”
Sorrow into sanctuary, I will carry this light in my heart.
Thank you Sophia, I am so glad this piece brought comfort and light to your heart, and your animal self too. Glad to think of you making offerings to the bears across the Bay... may they flourish everywhere again! x
I had to stop and come back to read it all over again 4 times, so much these words have moved through me, bringing memories and longing ...
In 2020, when it has hard to sleep, I started to list in my mind all the wild that no one could see but was alive and "happening" all around, all the time, despite all we were living as humans. Like "right now there's a wild mare giving birth by the mountains, right now there's a whale singing in deep cold waters) etc ... it helped me to calm down and sleep.
Thank you for these writings Sylvia! Your words are always a balm, a prayer in my heart.
Rebeca thank you for sharing this gorgeous reflection. I love that you too know the great peace of naming and touching in with wild ones before sleep. "Right now there is a mare giving birth by the mountains".... ah, I will cry. And so glad you liked the poem too :) xx
I have always appreciated your intimate connections to the places on Earth that have drawn you to them and inspired you creatively. This wee collection is especially intimate because they are the votives of home and illuminate the beings closest to you and with whom you share huckleberries. You are always making maps and this time you lit the path for us. Thank you.
A beautiful constellation of votives, prayers, glowing hope in the shadowed places of the heart and the deep of night. Connecting the animal-self to the animals in the dark. I found such comfort in your words, a grounding and weaving of strength in the tenderest of times. And what a miracle to have black bears return to this land. I am setting out ripened offerings to them in my heart and mind.
Also, this part pours soft honeyed medicine into my very being: “For was it not where Demeter wept, and gave up hope, and became mortal, that the temple of Eleusis was built? A hanging light marking the place where she almost died of sorrow, but did not, where she asked that her sorrow be turned into sanctuary? What if this were true for every place where we too have been shattered, and thought we couldn't go on?”
Sorrow into sanctuary, I will carry this light in my heart.
Thank you Sophia, I am so glad this piece brought comfort and light to your heart, and your animal self too. Glad to think of you making offerings to the bears across the Bay... may they flourish everywhere again! x
I had to stop and come back to read it all over again 4 times, so much these words have moved through me, bringing memories and longing ...
In 2020, when it has hard to sleep, I started to list in my mind all the wild that no one could see but was alive and "happening" all around, all the time, despite all we were living as humans. Like "right now there's a wild mare giving birth by the mountains, right now there's a whale singing in deep cold waters) etc ... it helped me to calm down and sleep.
Thank you for these writings Sylvia! Your words are always a balm, a prayer in my heart.
And this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rebeca thank you for sharing this gorgeous reflection. I love that you too know the great peace of naming and touching in with wild ones before sleep. "Right now there is a mare giving birth by the mountains".... ah, I will cry. And so glad you liked the poem too :) xx
I have always appreciated your intimate connections to the places on Earth that have drawn you to them and inspired you creatively. This wee collection is especially intimate because they are the votives of home and illuminate the beings closest to you and with whom you share huckleberries. You are always making maps and this time you lit the path for us. Thank you.
what beautiful words and seeing Mara, thank you so xx