Great Mother Love

Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.

Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.

All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.

Her gifts – who could forget them?

Did you see her gentle curves?

The way her spine supports her children?

It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.

Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?

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©Abigler 2015

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18 Summers (for Audrey)

 

There have been 18 lovely summers

 

Think of all the beaches where you walked

And how the sand tucks between toes

The salt air scent

 

The world can make you new

In any moment

Wake and spread your fingers

Towards the sun

 

Just start again

That is the trick

To keep on moving

 

May the path unfold before you

Clear and shining

Like your heart

 

May you feel her sworn protection

Nourished roots, the warming wind

Her gentle peace among the waves and rain

 

May your breath carry you through

Along with your clear vision

And your heart and light and strength

 

May purest love surround you

A centered, fluid flame

Inside and out

 

May you laugh and smile and dance

May you take the time for peace

And brilliant dreams

 

May you speak all of your truths

And sing your songs

May you let yourself be seen

For all your light

 

May you love and be loved back

In balance and in care

The treasures of the spirit

Shining through

 

There have been 18 lovely summers

Or beats of the world heart

Or years of the great earth

Where we’ve been blessed

 

Today you start again

Another turn towards the sun

That  life heart dance

 

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

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A Wish for Marriage

Last March I was in Kauai, worshiping sunshine, ocean and coastlines with my husband. We did that thing where you date for 7 years, get married at the JP, have a wedding celebration the next year and go on your honeymoon the year after that.  So there we were, basking in the rewards of all our efforts. All those blessings we enjoyed were gained with sweat.

In the beginning, when the immediate pheromones are wearing off, the maniacal chemistry cools and allows you to return to things like sleep and food and laundry and yourself. And this is the worst because you recognize that the other person will now see you as you are and that means you have to hide or run or surrender. I liken the ravaging burn of surrender to that of re-entry, when the space shuttle is hurtling back into the atmosphere and it absolutely has to go through this fiery quake to get back down to earth.

Ack! That’s what it was like.  I was doing cartwheels in the atmosphere and now here’s the terrible fear of being seen and known and loved.  I was an exposed mess, my tiny ship in flames. You know he stayed, this man. He saw me and he stayed and we learned how to swim together. All those tides in all those different oceans, we kept going. I kept shedding layers as we went. It became safe to let this person share my raft.

I imagine that any relationship takes a course like that –  and care. You can’t just let it lay there, you must laugh and hug and talk and listen. Such a delicate respect.  I hope there soon comes a day when everyone who has done this work can celebrate and say, “Look at us, we’ve come this far and now we’ve gotten married. We’re sharing this commitment and this promise with you all!” I hope that everyone who bravely loves can swim along the coastline hand in hand regardless of their gender. Because really, a marriage is a sacred bond we cherish and to say we cannot share that based on gender is the blinding, selfish, hate that separates.

May we all have the right to fly to space with whom we choose, to re-enter and cool and swim and cry and float with our dear loves, and then have equal rights to marry and commit in a public, legal space.

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© Angela Bigler 2013