In recent weeks, I've heard from more than a couple of peeps and clients experiencing some really challenging times and energies, in various ways. One, a long-time reader and client, requested that I share this particular post anew. It seems... Continue Reading →
With all of the upheaval, inner and outer, in the U.S. and around the world, there are a lot of people standing in the rubble of what was, and facing the daunting prospect of starting over. In the 'rubbled lives'... Continue Reading →
"We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not HOME. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use... Continue Reading →
Blog sister, Jessica Davidson, has posted a beautiful musing on the powerful story of The Handless Maiden, emphasizing how potent and meaningful this story is just now. Jessica writes: "The Handless Maiden is a myth that speaks powerfully to our... Continue Reading →
The 'wild bees of spirit' have spiraled back around, so it's timely to share anew this "Thresholds and the Wild Bees of Spirit" musing from the Sophia's Children treasure vault. 'Tis the season, too, in the Northern Hemisphere, with Spring... Continue Reading →
“I build a lighted house and therein dwell.”** This is a musing on well-lit houses, inner (and outer) gardens, being refuge and/or refugee, among other things. In his July esoteric astrology letter, Phillip Lindsay shared the above ‘keynote’ for the... Continue Reading →
“Transformation begins at the point where there is no hope.” ~ James Hillman, Suicide and the Soul “At the core of the spiritual journey, religious traditions recognize the inevitability of darkness. Transition from “one degree of glory to another,” as... Continue Reading →
The ‘Wild Bee Wisdom‘ from Fiona MacLeod and David Wagoner spiraled up again to the surface in a conversation this morning with a fellow Via Transformativa sister.
I have deep appreciation for just how timeless this wisdom and inspiration is, so wanted to share that again in this freshly updated piece from the Sophia’s Children treasure-vaults.
If you’re of ‘this little clan’, as Fiona MacLeod wrote, you’ll recognize yourself in this.
Most of us have experienced it at some point: “There’s no going back.”
That’s one of the big differences between change and transformation.
With transformation, there is no ‘back there’ to return to, because ‘back there’ is rubble. Probably smoking rubble. Well-burnt toast.
We’ve been places, created things, experienced relationships, lost much, and have left (or been wrenched from) things and people as Life took us into radically new territory and explorations.
If we’ve been traveling a transformation path, our very way of perceiving and believing has been irrevocably altered.
We’ve crossed through threshold after threshold.
Sometimes these Wisdom-initiating shifts and transformation detours come via more radical means: the archetypal ‘shamanic lightning bolt’ (and shamanic ego ‘dismemberment’ and/or death), or by way of what the vision-poet writer Fiona MacLeod called the ‘dark and starless roads.’
If we’re lucky, in hindsight we see these life-altering events and seemingly meandering paths…
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January is named for the Roman deity Janus, who stands with one face looking back, one face looking forward, but planted solidly right where he is at the moment. So it makes sense that Janus would be associated with transitions,... Continue Reading →
This is such a beautiful, soulful, evocative piece from Andrea — have a look at these photos and her musings about these abandoned, neglected places.
I resonate because it’s something I’ve noticed since I was a wee snippet of a child and wandered such places, or passed by them and wondered about the stories held in their walls and in the ground on which they were built.
Sometimes, after visiting with or reflecting on these places that are like liminal, in-between ‘eco-tones’ or portals, I’d follow the whispers that surfaced and write them into a story that took shape.
I pass by some on my regular walkabouts, but this topic reaches out for me from time to time too, as with Andrea’s post or this bit of inspiration I came across a few months ago and that’s stayed with me, working like a seed in my awareness:
“In a symptomatic way vandalism — which favors schools, cemeteries, and churches — paradoxically draws attention to the sacredness of things. Frequently when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
The work of dark angels is not altogether different from those who wear white. Here, then, is another way to interpret the abuse of things – as an underworld attempt to reestablish their sacredness.”
~ Thomas Moore, as shared in this reflection from photographer David Masters.
… when we have lost a sense of the sacred, it reappears in a negative form.
… an Underworld attempt to re-establish sacredness.
Well there’s a theme … and that is what the Underworld attempts to do.
Let Andrea take you on a short walkabout and visit with a few of these richly storied abandoned places …
Every town has its abandoned places. Weed-choked, pigeon-haunted, windows toothed with shards of glass. These are the crumbling, forgotten parts of town, where graffiti blooms in shells of rooms, trees cleave foundations and girders grasp the sky. Spiked pewter fences and nailed plywood defend the carcasses of buildings or the spaces where they once were. Perhaps a battered for sale sign or a warning to keep out: nature and man conspiring to repel visitors.
Nature is quick to claim the things we discard. These are the buildings that have served their purpose. Unlike ruins, which are valued and preserved, these are the unloved spaces. The broken warehouse that was once a canning factory; the tilting façade that was a town hall. Buildings with an uncertain future – to be demolished, renovated, or left to collapse. Buildings that attract the wrong kind of attention: graffiti, vandalism, bad behaviour. They are the forgotten history of the town, unwanted relics of old ways of life. Reminders that everything is temporary. If…
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