Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Day Beginning Through the Trees

This is now, and now is all there is.
Don't wait for then to appear out of the fog.
Strike the spark and light the fire upon the hearth.
Take the place prepared for you at Gaia's table.
Feast with gusto and quench your thirst with
the rich and heady wine of her wise creation.
Dance the way branches of maple and cedar
are dancing aloft in this morning's October wind.
Remember the song that is effortlessly flowing
through your blood and bones and along your skin.
Remember that the green earth below your feet
and the sky above your head are the cloth of Gaia's
perfect weaving and the stuff of your own story,
a tale that is wild and sweet and winding.
Tailor the robe you have woven with dignity and grace.

This is my own take on a lovely verse by Rumi called "Begin".


Maya's Granny said...

Exquisite. Absolute balm to the soul.

Anonymous said...

Dear Cate,

You are a true gift, you know. Your wisdom is palpable, hardwon and true. Your words embody grace and dignity. I only hope I can cobble together even half of the lovely, willing, spiritual peace you exude. It eludes me at present. This process, this female journey stuff, is kicking my you-know-what.

namaste, karina