Sunday, October 30, 2011

Ma No Name: In search of a name


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Mano

Hand that is Mind that is Heart
Hand that is Heart that is Mind

Took Hari off end
Took the Stealer of hearts and minds away
Given to me by one who stole mind
Ma Ma Ma my heart flew out to her
Enchanted till no I was left
Till I found Courage
She said
Ma No More
No Name
Return to Voidname
Where I started long ago
Back to the beginning before the Kathy
With strong bac k
Can still feel her tightly fitted wood planks forming the hull that I stood on, keeping me a float through the long journey of my youth.
And yet I now know underneath her belly, the dark deep waters below her and there is no returning to Kathy after that.
From where do I come?
Who am I?
I have always been searching for you that I am
Sipowicz
Still protects my back
Ancestors of Lithuanian decent
Hands of the earth
Devotees of nature
I return to that tree from the witch that all springs forth
From the spring bubbling beneath
In the mud where I was conceived before America was even born
When rivers flowed to oceans
And squirrels could run across continents on tops of trees
Rocks that have tumbled great distances have made me.

I release this cord from Ma to Me and fall through dark space
Fear of this death had paralyzed me from all actions
Till I was death
Not death of release into creation
But death that walks and pretends to be alive
I had broken this cord before
How many more mothers will I destroy!
Daughter cursed to fulfill mother’s martyrdom
Separating from her becomes seed of her slow death
Traveling from her nose receiver of breath to eye of truth to Cancerous mind
She withered into the witch I new her to be
Only visible to this daughter
Taught to love through denial
What Love is this!

Love wants to flow through wide riverbed mouth open to receive thee
Love I am heart hand full of courage on deck and bellow she travels holding strong handed staff of her witchery ancestors tree her mission to free the chains of mothers and daughters through these thick legs nipples ripe with milk to feed lovers of lost love nectarines ripe delights
In this bed named
In this body named
In this heart named
In this mind named

Whhoo?

So empty yet full am I
Where do I begin separate from all this stories
Is there a name that stands separate and yet connected yet free yet secure to all of you that is me that is youme

In this bed river I become flow through
Whhoo?
All of youooo
eye
mee
ooo
sounds come together to form a word imbued with meaning
A word that can hold yet pushes forward to become
A river made of grey stone, yellow sand, green plants and blue water

Hold yet pushes forward to become
Pushing, looking for a way
Spiraling around
Heart becomes redfull
Anchor here in this name that beats through all obstacles to become
Life   

my tattoo

Read below for story behind the finding of this tat design and to see story that goes with my first tat go HERE

Monday, October 17, 2011

Embracing natures formation of my heart

Creating my sacred heart dance
Elements necessary:
Edge of ocean on slight mound, sand water, waves, empty space, air, breeze, me ~ body, mind, emotions, energy

The last day on our somatic beach retreat we were told by the teacher, Jamie McHugh, to each go find our own space in the environment, a space that felt defined.  Explore that space, making contact with what is there, make a ritual of the space and if you choose, invite a theme to bring or unfold.

~  I went searching and was at first drawn to a space with a lot of activity and variety to the environment.  It had large black rocks to climb, waves were crashing overhead and also spiraling around the rocks carving shapes into the sandy beach, there was sun and shade, sand, seaweed.  It felt exciting.
But I thought, no let me keep looking maybe this isn’t it.
I then came to an open area on the beach at the edge of the water where a mound of sand had been pushed up on the shore by waves.  The mound was dry as waves flowed around it.  I saw this mound as a possible space.  Inside myself, I felt anxious, “it’s too exposed and open, there is nothing there, it’s empty, No!”  But when I tried to walk away I couldn’t, my body wouldn’t move, at the same time as the no, there was also a clear, “This is it!”   

What happened is a repeatable score that I will share here along with my somatic experience ~

-Start with walking the boundary of the mound using the sounds and arm gestures of ah (arms up), ee (arms out to side), oo (arms reaching forward).  Be aware of 3dimentional self and other & the differences of sounds on space and self.
         I ended up settling into the following it felt so good I could have done it for hours.   Walking clockwise down the mound toward the ocean I sounded oo and felt gravity pulling me down hill, arms reaching forward and flopping with my steps.  Then turning right up hill sounding aw, arms reaching toward sky.  At top turned right and walked across top of the mound sounding ee with arms wide to the sides. 
After a few times doing this, I realized the mound was in the shape of a heart, and there was my mind saying “come on for real, this is too corny”, but my body increased it’s focus and intensity on the task.
-At top center of heart mound witness waves and how they have formed this mound.
At this time I discovered my space was not empty at all there was actually a pile of seaweed and a white seagull feather sticking out of the sand right at top center.  How did I not see this before?  The seaweed looked to me like the flame of the sacred heart, and where the cross would normally be was the white feather.  It was then I named my dance.
I observed the tide coming in and yet there was a clear sense sitting there that I was safe on this mound, the cold waves would not be able to crash on me here.
I will describe more later about how the waves created the heart. 
In this moment I understood.
-Draw in the sand the movement of the waves and how they have created this heart.  See drawing
-Now embody the heart mound
Sitting still at top center of heart, I had a clear sense of my self being created by waves.  Eventually my body started to respond with sound and movement, playing with my vibrational self expanding and contracting.
-Now embody the waves.
Starting at bottom of heart standing shin deep in water, I let my self flow up around the mound part way and then tumble back like the waves.  I discovered that at the bottom of the heart there was a strong suction out further into the ocean, I was easily caught up in spirals and loss sense of direction and self as if I had entered cosmos.  It was a strange sensation of both panic and surrender to a greater will that felt so familiar and satisfying (like my time with my guru).  I somehow remembered my focus, to create my sacred heart, and with the determination of the waves forward motion, I ran up the center of the heart mound with all my strength and speed, near the top I leaped with arms spread out wide, sternum up, legs arched back and fell onto my heart!
-Repeat jumping into heart like a crashing wave
(over and over again, until I’m exhausted and satisfied).

I have continued to feel the effects of this sacred heart dance as I entered my daily life back in Santa Fe.  At times I have felt my heart center still spiraling inside as if it was being flushed clean and or enlivened. 
I happened to have a tattoo appointment for the week that I returned, so I spent hours drawing this heart and the spirals, and the motion of the waves.  That night I had an interesting dream:  I was lying in the warm sand, belly down one ear listening into the earth.  The earth’s vibrations were reshaping the spiral shape of my ear.  It was this that allowed me to be more sensitive. 
I remembered upon waking a book called Sensitive Chaos: the creation of flowing forms in water and air.  This book has pictures of how the embryonic fluid spirals and forms the different parts of our bodies.  As I was looking for the picture of the ear I found an image of water forming a heart, flowing around an obstructing plate or slab.  That was my mound!  



My drawing is a more artistic rendition of my heart mound.
The inner heart is the mound and the outer the water.  In the picture from the book, the water keeps moving forward, like in a river.  In mine, the water reseeds back again into the ocean.  The crescent shape, is both an expression of my arms as I leaped and the beginning obstacle.  And getting back to the original Sacred heart image, then the thorns that are usually rapped around the middle of the heart are the mound obstacle.  I am imaging the waves first pushed ashore some extra sand, and eventually that sand became a larger obstacle, creating the inward dip at the top. 

I am in aw of this nature teaching.  It seems that this stubborn Taurus to truly receive a teaching; I must feel as though I have made a profound discovery through an embodied experience.  If any guru had ever tried to tell me that in order for a heart to grow it needs obstacles I would have push awed at the idea.  But here I was fully dancing this teaching alive. 
For over a year now since I moved next to the Santa Fe river where there seems to be an abundance of heart shaped rocks, nature has been slowly revealing to me this teaching.  I have often found myself in contemplation of their formation.  I now know their secret! 
To see photos and stories of the SF River heart rocks go HERE

     Since separating from my fifteen-year relationship six years ago and then gradually leaving my guru, my heart has felt broken and unwilling to trust in anything to do with love, intimately or godly.  I suppose I believed I was no longer capable of love.  But to have nature so sweetly talk to me, to let me know that the pain I have experienced is actually creating a more beautiful vibrant heart and is a sign of my actual willingness to love deeply, and the drawing inward (like the top of the heart) is also a natural movement of the heart… i soften in gratitude then to what was perceived as hard obstacles.  Like a pearl forming around a grain of sand that felt so irritating to the mussel that it had to excrete white fluid, does the mussel know what beauty and value it's creating, is the sand not it's lover?
And perhaps I can go forward now in the river of life and learn to enjoy the curving spiraling around small and large rocks, knowing I am making hearts along the way, in myself and others.  Knowing that I am both river and rock, creator and obstacle, lover and hater.  Life becomes beautiful art from the tension that naturally exists to move, to dance, to breathe.  I am alive with river and rocks!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Gratitude to sea lion


photo found HERE

Gratitude to sea lion who gave me a voice while on the sea rocks. 


From belly of deep wisdom & heart full of grief 
we wailed and called out further than I could have on my own. 


From far and near slowly I begin to hear;


a language I thought only I could speak echoes finally back to me. 


Tingles and tears ripple through,


may this be true? 


Faith be still and stay.


 photo found HERE
 photo found HERE

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

What is this thing Mano does in nature?

I will let my teacher Jamie Mchugh describe it, since he has been on the somatic journey for 30 years, discovering, integrating and teaching what he knows from his own body.  For more info about Jamie and what he teaches you can visit his web sight HERE

“Somatics" (from the Greek, soma, body) is an approach to the human body that emphasizes the interrelatedness of your body, mind and spirit. You focus on your body from the inside out, giving attention to your inner experience of sensation, emotion and thinking. You combine this inner awareness with functional knowledge of the body and universal principles of human movement. Somatics is a path for becoming more awake to your life through conscious awareness and mindful action of your body. This differentiates Somatics from other body disciplines, like dance or fitness training, that focus more on a performance outcome or a particular look.
Somatics is the art and craft of conscious relationship with your own body."

"We are nature. Our bodies are a microcosm of the outer landscape. Leaving the modern world temporarily behind, we take the time to encounter the living dreamscape of our bodies and the natural environment in order to renew and regenerate. Each day begins somatically, exploring your inner landscape with breath, vocalization, contact, movement and stillness. Then, we venture out into the landscape, using the somatic tools as springboards for opening up your sensory mind, interacting with your surroundings, and allowing spontaneous expression to emerge. These embodied interactions with the environment are a moving meditation for becoming more present to both life within and without."

Sea Ranch Day 4

Home Base is Here
Touching self and breathing
Less throwing self out to seek
Now there is more of an anchor inside
When I do seek other, a part of me stayed
Here

Mano Stay Here

Overwhelmed with my capacity to receive other at great distance
From across the beach
I receive cave man,
legs and pelvis respond with O
mouth opens and closes in strange shapes silently yet dramatic

All at once through out day,
Moments of becoming unexpected elements.
Was filled with a sense of oneness with all place,
Arms becoming seaweed, torso waves, laughter their eyes
And in the center rests I as all

Sea lion calling out to all those selves that belong close to me
“Time to come home!”

Seaweed woman’s hair washes away all sorrows endlessly
Watch out; don’t get swept away into the sea!




Sea Ranch Day 2 Sun Set

Bouncing on succulents like a faun. 
On the hillside I enter into the environment with willing playfulness.
The call of the cormorant sparked curiosity in my own breath
Whistle as I exhale with a jerk up of the sternum.
Once I started, didn’t want to stop, joy lived there.
Bobbing like a seal came naturally after that, toes pushing in earth to raise sternum and head higher out of the ocean waters that filled my imagination.
All become so real.
Opening to undulating ocean movements loosened spine and all a sudden the joker manifested with wiggles and waggles as if my bones were made of rubber.
Jamie and Kate stood at a distance between the setting sun and myself; the front of their bodies open like flowers bathing in light, receiving and giving becoming one.
I know I have been avoiding facing that ball of light, I know there is a story projected there.
With caution I mimic my teacher and friend, willing to witness what rises, tired from avoiding.
Sternum that felt so open and buoyant tightens like a fist, pulling jaw into clench with it.  Body folds into itself till I become a ball on the ground. 
But I want to see.  Rise up again and look!
Standing tall and open memories can’t help but to flood in filling chest with pain and rage. 
“I don’t want you here!”  I yell inside, outside now gone, descending into darkness.
“You have stolen my sun!  It’s not yours to have!
Take your white sari off her!  I don’t want to see you there anymore!
Where am I in all this?  What have you done to me?  Give me back!”
Of course under the rage is something even harder to feel, don’t want to feel it again; afraid if I allow that feeling She will steal me away again.
“You can’t have me anymore! 
It was so easy to belong to you; I used to rest in the safety of the soft folds of your skirt.  You don’t understand; you made it impossible for me to open again.  That was my bliss; my openness, you took it as yours!  How can I ever open this cavity again?
Everything that is essential and dear to me I found with you; I thought was you!  And you let me believe it!  And in that way, stole what is mine! 
I know I gave it to you willingly, but I was like a child offering to my mother, you should have known better.  Why didn’t you say,
‘This is yours to keep and honor, I am just a mirror to all that you are.’”

“Guru be gone, pure Sun rise before me!”