I got a message from the Oracle earlier this week when I opened my kitchen blind thinking “strange light this morning”.
The first thing she gave me today was the title, and the rest of the words fell quickly right into place.
The rainbow lasted about 10 minutes. Our local online newsletter was filled with photos that day.
My message from the Oracle this morning. The first word she gave me was “animal” but it seems she meant their presence to be inferred by the Badger form.
ask the
long always for
sanctuary—beneath
seasons of riversong
here follows deep
between
why and
how to listen
when moonspirit is about–
wandering ancient light
through forested
earthshine
The art is from the archives–one of many mandalas I did for Sue Vincent’s prompts.
The Oracle first gave me the title this morning. And she was insistent on the last three lines.
Goddess was the first word that the Oracle gave me this morning. The collage above is a very old one I named “sha/wo/man”–it’s a stitched collage. I did a few of them about 10 years ago. I don’t know where the original is, but I recently found a photo of it in my files.
I found Ishtar in my files also–a message from the Collage Box Oracle in 2019 with a very similar theme.
I am listening for
the language of the goddess–
dishonored and swept away
by linear time
nightwings remember when
our motherworld was a sacred song,
a home for voices belonging
to the spirits of stars
if only we could soar
the daysky on our dreams
1
ask about cloud children
secret and ocean born
2
come dance with life
flying on foolish beginnings
3
the vast healing rhythm of green
opens slowly into always
4
stars surround the idea of time
sailing the voices of trees
5
if we listen to nothing
we can hear the universe sing
My message(s) today from the Oracle.
When I was looking for art, I stumbled on the dot collages I did for NaPoWriMo 2017. I did not do the entire month, but I did create new art for each post–the only year I’ve done that. Lately I’ve been creating a lot of the month’s art ahead of time, inspired by one or more artists’ work–Joan Mitchell, Matisse, Diebenkorn, Redon. But this might be worth trying again. I can never recreate things I’ve done in the past, so it would be interesting to see how I would approach the project now.
The Oracle was insistent on the Mother this morning. I immediately thought of the high priestess.
Those stilled sleeping seas haunt.
goddess mother tongue is in my head
watching blood run from the moon
why this delirious dream?
I ask the whispering mist
blue ships sing
beneath stilled sleeping seas
The Oracle insisted I use the Mustache kit this morning, and this is what she gave me there. When I was looking in the archives for art, besides the above image, I came across another one I’ve used before. That one, below, was used for one of Jane’s Yeats challenges, which she and I had just been talking about,
“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”
–Yeats
Crown falls with
angels and stars, laughs,
becomes seeds–
now singing,
calling to earth’s children—Come!
Touch the sacred skies!
if you believe in the mystery
life is poetry–
growing roots–calling
with the power of a stillness
beyond space or time
I’ve been having vivid and strange dreams this week amidst restless sleep. The moon keeps me company.
sacred fools are neither
god nor angel
not secret not magic
open to joy
they remember the rhythms
of the vast universe–
how to dance like stars
flying wild inside the sky
if you listen to breath being born
you can awaken voices
air singing oceans through trees
healing the holes
in the broken heart of night
The Oracle knows all about the moon, fools, dreams, and night.
Nina, my old friend of 40+ years, and blogmate from methodtwomadness, came into the city with her husband yesterday for a visit and lunch. It’s only the second time we’ve seen each other since the beginning of Covid.
She brought me one of her beautiful paintings. The Oracle knows how much this lifted my spirits. Thanks Nina
time
is what we can always give–
listening with the language
of the heart
happy to be
remembering all the rivers
of song shared
in the between
K. 