Before I type one more word or make another statement, something must be remedied.  Recently a grave injustice has taken place.  Here, and on the Facebook page.

             My Hurricane was not credited with that picture from Dad’s birthday post.  I had written an entire paragraph about her being named after him, and what he was saying when she took that photo last summer.  But it vanished, or I over-edited, or some form of retrograde reached out of the ether and snatched it away.

             Go see her PHOTO COLLECTION HERE and all will be well.  Or, ya know, at least I’ll have done my best.  I’ll also rerun the view again, with her original caption.

Gary Brooks Hanavan
Hanna Brooks, get that gawdamn camera outa my face.”

             Now we may continue with our business…. oh wait.  One more thing.  Yesterday’s comments made my day!  Thank you all, so very very much.  I had no clue that this was a situation so many of us found ourselves in.  Whew!

             My JulieLanders truly are the BEST!  Okay, I belive we are now able to move on.  Which is good, because I want to tell you about today’s message.

             It arrived after our sleep was disturbed.  By a barking dog.  You know which dog it is.  The one who is NOT OUR DOG!  And yet, here he is.  On the bed, sprinting up stairs, setting the watery mattress into tsunami conditions.  Why?  Because someone was ringing our doorbell.  BEFORE noon!!!

             They left.  Eventually.  And we all went back to snoozing.  (Some of us [me!] did this way better than some others of us.)  And then, I heard the following:

Look behind/beneath,

to see ALL of the details.

             It was accompanied by the image of people (me amongst them) peeling off old wallpaper.  And moving antique furniture away from walls, to get to more wallpaper.  The house was old (of course) and the entire place seemed FILLED with knowledge, history, potential.  Very much like all of us.

             Back on our card altar, in the regular rotation again, we’ve come around to a stack that’s an old favorite of practically everyone.

animal cards

“Grouse  ~  34  ~  Sacred Spiral

Grouse once flocked in abundance throughout North America, but now, there is an absence of them.  Many Plains tribes dance the Grouse Dance to honor these birds.  The movement of the dance follows a spiral, which is the ancient symbol of birth and rebirth, the sacred ribbed tunnel of eternal return.

The Sacred Spiral is also one of the oldest known symbols for personal power.  When you think of Grouse medicine, visualize a whirlpool or even a tornado, for the Sacred Spiral will take you to the center.  The spiral is a metaphor for personal vision and enlightenment.  Many initiates on Vision Quests paint spirals on their bodies and believe that the Great Mystery will favor them with visions of power and purpose because of this symbol.

The whirling dervishes of certain Sufi orders are masters of the spiral dance and can transcend to higher states of awareness through the repetition of this sacred movement.  It is said that dervishes can travel to the center of the spiral and return with any magical power they choose.  In the dervish state, one enters the Great Silence and has direct communication with the Creator.  By spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise, the dervish draws or repulses specific energies.  Sufi dancing is a system which connects one with the Divine Source through ritual treatment of motion.

If you have Grouse medicine in your cards, undertake a meditation on the various qualities of movement within your world.  Begin by visualizing the sun as one member of a huge group of stars swirling in the massive pinwheel shape of the Milky Way.  Then draw yourself out of this pinwheel of light and into the spiraling of your own DNAs double helix.

Analyze the way you move through  your world.  How do you picture yourself in the act of ‘locomotion?’  What kind of reaction do you create with the energy you send into the universe?  What words would you use to describe the way you move through both the material and spiritual worlds?  In the final analysis, is your movement compatible with your greatest desires and goals?

Many spiritual disciplines ask that you cease all external movement in order to recognize the inner life.  Grouse medicine, however, is an invitation to the dance.  Grouse celebrates the Divine Source through its sacred spiral dance, and offers this dance to you as a gift.  You can spend a lifetime learning Grouse’s lesson on how to harmonize your dance with Mother Earth’s cycles, and how to offer the dance as a creation of selfless beauty.”

             Remember our Black Swan message of Grace from Tuesday?  Combined with Grouse, and yesterday’s reminder of our inner beauty, we’re hearing some pretty powerful statements, loud and clear.

             I’m going to stand up and dance with this messenger bird (no matter how painfully swollen my feet and ankles are).  THAT will be my meditation, and my honouring of the Universal energy.

Today’s Deck:

Medicine Cards – The Discovery Of Power Through The Ways Of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson illustrated by Angela C Werneke

Today’s Mileage:

was out for an errand (I’m investigating a neighborhood business that I was previously unaware of) and back, 5.798 in 34 minutes 18 seconds, with an average speed of 10.1 MPH, before the deputy had to leave for work.  His map is HERE.  (Be sure to look at that blue line near the bottom, the one marked “speed” and then blame me.)

Tonight’s Kitchen Adventures:

is still on the topic of tea.  I’ve been looking into as many ways to relieve my swelling as possible (see above mention about local offerings), the reasons we went where we did.

3 thoughts on “Swirl of Energy.

  1. Years ago when I was in therapy – a very important thing I got from it was – I am not as abnormal as I thought I was. Some things about myself that I thought were just plain wrong – weren’t.
    This was facilitated in large part when she had me write a sort of auto-biography. I handed it to her on a Tuesday, everything I was ashamed of in her hands, sure she wouldn’t want to see me again. The next Tuesday when I came in, as soon as I was settled, her first words were something like – “this is nothing. I don’t know what you are so ashamed of.”
    That was a major revelation for me.

  2. When we keep quiet about our truths, we often feel alienated by and ashamed of them, thinking that they are so vastly different and worse than everyone else’s. Once we speak them aloud, we often find that we aren’t so different and alien at all. And that even those things that are unique to us are things that make us interesting individuals and our differences are worth sharing and are valuable contributions.

    This took a lot to learn because I spent a lifetime of being told I was weird and discovering that I often perceive the world or think and feel things differently from those around me. Now I treasure my differences and see my similarities and feel much better about all of them. Most of the time. 🙂

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