spell received and incense ignited, feeling the strength of who I’m becoming, two owls on this full moon night, blue garage door closed for the last time, tears trickled down as i left that hill, lovers nibbles on the back of my neck like chocolate kisses, running threw the river in the dark windy night, two dogs chasing me, friend sleeps in my guest bed, all is beautiful and right.

Tonight was my last time at my old house, happened to be a full moon.

Flash Flood

The Santa Fe Art Institute, in coordination with Bill McKibben’s 350.org, spearheaded the New Mexico FLASH FLOOD for a living river project (go here to see more details http://sfai.org/flashflood.html )


At least 1000 gathered this morning in the dry Santa Fe River bed to fill it with Blue, blue painted cardboard and blue tarps.  From satellite photos were taken of all of us turning the river brown to blue.


It was a beautiful way to express our love for our river and our community, all kinds of people showed up.
 

I find it ironic that not so long ago i had entered this very same spot in the river, painted blue and in search of the spirit of water.

Below is the video that came out of that day, and now this video is showing in the gallery exhibit that went along with today's river event.  

With out this river that runs behind my house now, i'm not sure i would have survived, and actually creatively thrived, this move away from my old house.  And another coincidence my house is going into closing tomorrow!  I have been crying all day since leaving the river with everyone in it this morning.  Grieving, it feels like a death of a family member, selling this house.  And then there is also the grieving of the loss of my "mate" that i had shared that home with.  The grief of loosing the one i had called home, my love.  

The river caught me, gave me a safe bed to land in, so i would be inspired to let go of all That.  So that i would know there is more to live for than that person i thought was my all in all.  Now i feel the river this way, she is my home now.  And to know that there are so many others that feel this love for her... to go from feeling so alone and isolated in my big house over looking Santa Fe, to the comfort of a community that loves our river bed... blue tears move threw me on so many levels right now.  

The river is dry, but in me it runs freely.

There is a way that i pray, that these tears are not just for me, but that my grief may call forth the flow of the Santa Fe River again.  That as layers of self absorbed tears are released i may be free to love and act from love in a larger way, love for the life of our earth, love that shows me how to serve.


Sucking Rock Finding Water from Mano Sipowicz on Vimeo.

Beautiful moon rise as i went to my first show in a gallery last night

Another Walk in the River for Dad

 

Last Saturday I entered the river again for my dad.  I brought with me the healing wand I had made for him from stuff found in the river.  Felt important to bring it back to the river for a kind of blessing now that it was all put together.  ( To see first walk in river for my dad go HERE )

Walking Meditation from Mano Sipowicz on Vimeo.

Sun setting so blinding right at my eye level that I am forced to look down as I walk.  The shadows of the rock and sand became entrancing and I enter an altered state.

Turning around and then following my own shadow I am reminded that I walk with my own self as well as rock and sand.  There are times when the sun is like this that shadows become my friends in this river.  It is in this kind of light that I first spotted Mr. Red in my shadow and on this Saturday I discovered a few new “shadow selves,” different aspects of the ancient goddess.  Makes me wonder if that is how my ancestors so long ago came across her?  It is the love for the earth goddess that I feel I inherited from my father, so not a surprise that she showed up today. 

“Yes, I remember you.  Thank you for revealing your Self to me.” 

I say this to her that is also me and my father from which I come.

I could feel in my walking that I am also preparing for when my father does pass over, I am learning how to connect with him in a new way that is beyond body and time.  And this is my true father and I am grateful for this river revelation.

Bird Goddess from Mano Sipowicz on Vimeo.

good follow up to Mr.Red - "My Son is gay, or he's not. I don't care"

http://nerdyapplebottom.com/2010/11/02/my-son-is-gay/

FULL ON MR. RED!

He Came Out for Halloween and took me for a wild ride!  He wouldn't leave the house with out his red purse and boa.

to see the full set go HERE

I use this as my response to New Mexico election results. I too weep, need to get to a dance floor today and dance my prayers

"But I am left to wonder if they would still lie cheat and steal if they had curled and creeped, crawled and walked and danced with us that day. I don’t think they would. I don’t think they could.
And I wondered if a government would declare war on a country full of people that they have danced their joy with. I don’t think they would. I don’t think they could.
And I wonder if man would raise his hand against another, against a child, against an animal, against the earth, if he shared our dance? I don’t think he would. I don’t think he could.
I wondered. Who would we be if everyone in the universe danced? Who would we be if the universe danced?" 
Jenny Block 
see full blog here http://movestudio.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/i-weep/

This was posted yesterday before the election results came in.  There is a way a dancer can feel things in her body before they happen.