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About janicesandeen

Being. Timelessness. The naturalness of being on and of the Earth: communing with animals and humans while being integral with the nature of we. Perceiving humanity and the All at frequencies of all different scales. I write and collaborate with others in the confluence of these. Thanks for contemplating and communing with me or just tuning in for the moment. Blessings from the vast realms of northern New Mexico.

timeless Earth :: all that lives, all that dies, all that is ~ carries on

Seeing as clearly and nakedly as possible - just what is
Late afternoon on Earth Day 2020, I found myself here where I took these photographs along the Rift Valley Overlook Trail south of Taos, New Mexico.

My dog, Blue, and I step out into the day numerous times a day everyday. On this day, April 22nd, as many of us know has been commemorated for 50 years now as “Earth Day”, we came here and I found my whole being joining with the awe and vitality of All That Is expressed through the skies and the vast open land.
The extraordinary dance of the elements in northern New Mexico calls me out and again and again lifts my spirits and my knowing of myself as vast awareness and consciousness, as well as being in elemental synchronicity with all that is.

Of course these are extraordinary times overall, not just as we reflect on Earth Day having been openly celebrated now for 50 years. The Earth is known and recognized, at this time, to be close to 5 billion years old. There are many things that we do our best to figure out and deciphering the ‘age’ of the Earth is one of those things. A margin of error of 50 million years is factored in to this scientifically based estimate (using carbon dating) of how long Earth has existed.

How many extraordinary ‘times’, as we are in now, have pulsed through the seemingly fathomless length and depth of earth time? How many other catalytic events or disruptive cycles have shaped the Earth and also shaped us as earth beings, human and non-human beings alike to who and what we are today globally and collectively?
A week or so after Earth Day, the days have begun to feel warmer here in Taos, even hot just after midday and into mid-afternoon. So Blue and I ventured to where the shadows of trees would cool and protect us as we walked together. These delicate flowers were thriving in the protection of the Ponderosa pines in the forest we found ourselves in. Whenever I can, I will take a pause to sit or even lay on the Earth, perhaps my favorite kind of meditation. After sitting awhile, then my eyes were drawn to these beauties.

Here in Taos, we still have a month or so before the clouds will gather enough precipitation for rains to begin falling as part of the monsoon season in northern New Mexico. The cloud beings that gather in these parts are favorites of mine. I literally feel the uplift of their presence and feel, oddly, as if they are my very own playmates! (What do they hold within themselves?)
Cloud beings seen ‘dancing’ and touching the thermal rise of the mountains, here looking toward Taos Mountain and the Sangre de Christos a few days before Earth Day on April 18th.
This time of year, early springtime with things warming up some, we see the apricot trees starting to come out in full bloom. I see this as another kind of precipitation, that of life force and nectar and flower essence. I often pause and thank the trees for their beauty and renewal, once again, calling to the inner reaches of my own essence to hint forward.

Every year with every season, I notice differences and fluctuations, subtle shifts within my own timing that most often are stimulated by that unique elemental dance before and around me. Grasping that I am part of all life, life being life, what a potent way to wake up to what is moving for me within the internal landscape as my own earth and skies! There I can also experience what is budding or coming to fruition literally and creatively.
I brIng my attention back to the different scales of time and also perception, to the alchemical dance of seeming opposites, as well as to this time, this season. We exist in local or linear time, as well as non-local time. We walk in the space between earth and sky, as well as being deeply embedded in both. Have you ever considered what might be Earth Time?

We are earth, we are carbon and fire, we are sky, we are water and air. We are also time and timeless. We are hungry and thirsty, we are nourishment itself, as we are death, we are life. We are that which continues.
The patterns hold our cells together and our cells dance their dance to codes that are so deeply held that they are nearly invisible, but through and through ever present. Some ancient and primordial, some just cresting the newest edge or wave of open-sourced evolutionary possibilities.

Could this recent pandemic (considering that the root of this word is the Greek pandemos, ~ pan meaning ‘all’ and demos meaning ‘people’ or all people) be something truly new universally, as in the novel (corona) virus? Viruses have existed almost as long as the Earth has been in existence. Viruses are, essentially, as timeless as the Earth.

In the Virus-first hypothesis, a scientific theory of viral evolution, viruses played a part in cellular life emerging. We as cellular life have been in mutual tolerance with viruses throughout known existence. As paradoxical as this might seem, life as we know it is what it is integrally woven through and through with viruses. Viruses by nature are constantly in mutation and act as a catalyst to life via their RNA and DNA mutative information.

There is something called a phylogenetic tree that shows that all life or all organisms now on Earth have what is termed a LUCA or last universal common ancestor. It is as if we have all emerged from the same forest floor or more accurately from the capacity to find and take nourishment from existence itself. And we share our information.

We are a mutational species by nature. Perhaps we have our closely tied journey to the mutational journey of viruses to thank for more than we know. Many people right now are saying “we are all in this together’. In an oddly comforting way, I think of that We as including ALL OF LIFE and in that also including whatever mutational energies, including viruses, including all the anomalies or deviations that can so provoke or temporarily destabilize us such that certain kinds of change are possible. AH.
Ahh. And with that contemplation, breathing out I lay myself back on the forest floor of my own life. I see small delicate flowers emerging. I see the bed of the forest floor made up of so many magical bits and elemental forces. Some of those are seemingly ‘dead’ and others are the living intelligences above and below the surfaces, bacterial life, mycelial life, microorganisms. And all are co-existing within our macroevolution, mutation upon mutation.

Breathing in, I find myself soaring again within the vast space of molecules of oxygen and water mixed with millions upon millions of micro-particulate and bacterial beauty, finding the immeasurable in life being life. AH OM HUM.
Thank you this earthly existence, thank you Mother Earth, thank you the We that we all are, gratitude and blessings! I find myself in this place, Taos, New Mexico and I am nourished. May this nourishment also find its way into your heart of hearts or some essential part of your being, offering what it can to sustain you. – With great love, Janice

All photographs by Janice Sandeen – April 2020

Lightly Treading : The Least Likely Elements

( poetry form: pantoum )

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I will tread this way, the way of offering up what it is that I experience

May or may not be a way that anyone can follow or taste the trace of

Depths of snow remain still in places, whereas bare ground also shows

The dogs and I walk this frozen surface, lithe as cloud jumpers, buoyant

 

May or may not be a way that anyone can follow or taste the trace of

What we share here is both rarefied and basically elemental, in concert

The dogs and I walk this frozen surface, lithe as cloud jumpers, buoyant

Silently scouting the canopied underbrush, then back to traversing clouds

 

What we share here is both rarified and basically elemental, in concert

Listening is simultaneously an act of bravery, risk, and companionship

Silently scouting the canopied underbrush, then back to traversing clouds

The least likely elements are embedded deep within this resiliency song

 

Listening is simultaneously an act of bravery, risk, and companionship

The risk speaks to the radical nature of what can and will be unearthed

The least likely elements are embedded deep within this resiliency song

These rest and wait until the very moment they are needed, called out

 

The risk speaks to the radical nature of what can and will be unearthed

Claims of solitude and measure, easy to walk outside of rather than in

These rest and wait until the very moment they are needed, called out

The very thing seen can be that which unnerves, estranges or restores

 

Claims of solitude and measure, easy to walk outside of rather than in

I take these close to heart, learning their ways and wisdoms, whole

The very thing seen can be that which unnerves, estranges or restores

The ways I measure and keep myself, what telling, what spells are these?

 

I take these close to heart, learning their ways and wisdoms, whole

I will tread this way, the way of offering up what it is that I experience

The ways I measure and keep myself, what telling, what spells are these

Depths of snow remain still in places, whereas bare ground also shows

 

El Salto hills deep winter 2016

photographs : janice sandeen, el salto hills & skies 2016

 

 

That Which Dwells (pantoum)

 

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Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter

A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart

Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do

Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise

 

A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart

The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable

Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise

I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time

 

The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable

Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside

I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time

What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?

 

Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside

Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching

What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?

Bones and the blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, and temperature

 

Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching

Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter

The bones and blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, temperature

Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do

 

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poetry form: pantoum
photographs: janice sandeen 2019

 

 

 

Rave New Year 2019 arrived earlier today!

rave new year 2019 by yvonne love

Rave New Year graphic by Yvonne Love ~ many thanks to Yvonne for letting me share your artwork! 

Happy Rave New Year ~ here’s a Human Design & Rave New Year related post :
In the 64 Hexagrams of the I’Ching, the 41st Hexagram is the one initiating codon of all of the 64 codons in the hexagrams. Thus, we began the new cycle, the Rave New Year on January 22nd, 2019 at 08:10:21 UTC (Universal Time) or for those living in the United States, as I do, at 3:10:21 AM EST, 2:10:21 AM CST, 1:10:21 AM MST, 12:10:21 AM PST (and if you are in Hawai’i, it was at 1/21/2019 at 10:10:21 PM!) when the Sun moved into the 41st hexagram or Gate (as we refer to it in Human Design). The bodygraph showing the 41.1 Sun & 31.1 Earth notation (plus the Nodes and the rest of the planets) for this new annual cycle can be seen above in Yvonne’s artful rendition.
My own practice/response around New Year/Rave New Year
I have been making a practice (now for many years) of honoring the Rave New Year as my new annual cycle rather than the Gregorian calendar new year arriving on the 1st of January each year. It’s something I have experimented with, as in using my Inner Authority (I have an Emotional definition, so working with my Solar Plex as inner authority) and I have noticed, even though it often puts me outside of more mainstream celebrations and such, that I breathe more deeply within the body (which the Human Design System is so beautifully attuned to!) in this recognition that the conventional calendar is something I can give or take based on what is energetically most alive for me at that time.
We all enjoy or deal with these “set” holidays and markers in our own ways, but I find for myself since they are quite abstract. I do not always feel to be in natural time with some of the more conventional or mainstream calendar markers. I take things as I go, energetically as a Generator. If my energy responds to something going on or that I’m invited to or somehow perk up around, I listen to each thing through response and then go from there.
Again, wishing you blessings in this new annual cycle, Happy Rave New Year 2019! 
Love, Janice
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Competencies of Belonging

Photo: Janice Sandeen, Late December Hoarfrost & Pueblo Peak, 12/29/2018

Quote: Toko-pa Turner, Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home, 2017

Competencies of Belonging

“Most of us think of belonging as a mythical place, that if we keep diligently searching for, we might eventually find. But what if belonging isn’t a place at all, but a skill: a set of competencies that we, in modern life, have lost or forgotten? Like the living bridge, these competencies are the ways in which we can coax, weave, and tend to the roots of our separation—and in so doing, restore our membership in belonging. Like any practice worth undertaking, belonging cannot be mastered overnight. Because it is a disappearing art, we might find ourselves going it alone for a while and the temptation to lose hope will be strong. But we must keep a vision of how we want our lives and the world to look, and work towards weaving those first threads together. Even when the garment of belonging seems flimsy and inadequate, we must keep to the task until it substantiates.”

Excerpted from Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home by Toko-pa Turner

Belonging is a 2017 Nautilus Gold Award winner.

The Green Tumbling Down

To remake oneself while the house
is crumbling all around you,
That is the finest dream there is:
to take to heart all that is true and real
by the measure which no one owns but you.

I had to climb in from the back side door,
someone else’s entrance, to save what I’d lost.
Even then the pieces no longer made sense,
others’ notions of decorum and amorous play
remained and needed casting out, a wild gesture,
which nearly cost my last ration of aliveness.

How can we take someone else’s word? A word is spoken,
a word uttered, is uniquely its own, cannot be held,
cannot be possessed: only given free rein within.
And yet I seemed to have made a house of words,
too often borrowed and put into service unawares;
no wonder this crumbling, going to pieces.

How to build, when instead those former structures
long to crack and spread under their weights,
the weight, the waiting in time? Let them. Let them.

So, I found myself riding the falling staircase
as it clamored to the ground.
I found myself, capacity clear and centered,
like riding a wave and knowing my own,
landing unscathed, vitrified, transformed.

I found myself abiding in a radiance akin to the sun,
a light burgeoning a peace like none of another’s making.
A peace that could only come with the calming
of the many internal storms, a peace harboring itself,
casting its wonder as lines to the shore,
the shores of partiality for this very heart.

This undoing in the making, the making in the undoing,
is rough business and not for the faint of heart.
Although it is sometimes arrived at out of exhaustion,
a half-heartedness from trying to fulfill another’s destiny,
from trying to fulfill a destiny other than one’s own.

Landing, finally, in my own body, my own corporeal soul,
that word that is the concrete refuge, the heartened wood.
I give the green arising of this vitality free rein, free reign.

15 January 2007
Fairfax, California
Janice Sandeen

note: This poem was written some time ago, back in 2007. Partly due to a conversation about experiencing challenges in my life, the time of letting go and dying that autumn is naturally, as well as ALL the feeling that is so incredibly alive and stirred up at these times with everything occurring at this time, I looked for this poem here and realized I had not ever published it on Contemplative Fire. I wrote it years before I ever dreamed of starting a blog to share my poetry. I share it with you today. Deep blessings to you and thank you so much for reading.

Abacus (pantoum)

 

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Quietly apparent all that arises naturally as life

Synchronous arising no before or after only simultaneous

Yet counting on something passing clicking as if on an abacus

I draw out in the sand the footprints I leave behind as I go

 

Synchronous arising no before or after only simultaneous

Each day a counting from birdsong to bloom tender traces each

I draw out in the sand the footprints I leave behind as I go

To be washed clear, here the winds doing this work, a purification

 

Each day a counting from birdsong to bloom tender traces each

Drawing out that which has been dormant in other seasons

To be washed clear, here the winds doing this work, a purification

The counting as a momentary way of relating to the vast timeless

 

Drawing out that which has been dormant in other seasons

Gathering the sum of all the parts of what is a living precipice

The counting as a momentary way of relating to the vast timeless

This precipice, a burgeoning so fierce that it claims within it the calm

 

prompt: pantoum

27-30 April 2018

cc Janice Sandeen

Being Held Under: the dream (pantoum)

Sleep and the torment of undifferentiated events occurring and reoccurring

Crying out to the nursemaid that appears, an invented character –not an ally

Furiously I dig into depths of sediment made (up) of eons before and still to come

Anonymous things cascade as their very formation, epic some, insidious others

Crying out to the nursemaid that appears an invented character, not –an ally

Sure that help must come, as sure as previous layers settled Once Upon a Time

Anonymous, things cascade as their very formation –epic, some insidious, others

Remaining unresolved, thus acting as antigen, both antagonist and protagonist

Sure that help must come, as sure as previous layers once settled upon, a time

Repeating itself once again, yet the faces and objects take on different colors, shapes

Remaining unresolved thus acting as, antigen both antagonist/protagonist

Clambering to the ungraspable source, the surface –life support, of which there is none

Repeating itself once again yet the faces… and objects take on different colors, shapes

What mystery this puzzle that takes itself so resolutely magnificent in its diffuse distillations

Clambering to the ungraspable, source the surface, life support of which there is –none

Better than waking (up) dreaming –only to recognize the once hidden throngs effervesced

 

Thank you to the Richmond (CA) Poet Laureates Daniel Ari, Rob Lipton, and Ciera Jevae-Gordon for the writing prompts this past month during National Poetry Month. 🙂

[This poem is a pantoum, “a Malay repeating form, written in quatrains, in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next one.” –from p. 195, The Poetry Dictionary by John Drury, ©1995 Story Press; Cincinnati, OH.]

Dry Winter Spring

dry skin dry winter

it’s been a dry season

coming to the surface now

 

hot air balloons rise in the distance

spring is here and

no mud in sight, clean shoesdry winter spring

 

cracked lip cracked skin

all those years, parched

and homeostasis still

 

this season is this one, now

part of the whole, of the All

perhaps a bouquet of choices

 

among what is choice-less

looking below the surface

and beyond the markers of time

 

and where I stand, sitting

still or actively creating

amidst it all, amidst all

 

As the All, the all that I am

cannot help but be that

dry skin, cracked lip

 

paired dance, two step three

forward back, circling

hot air rises, takes up wing

 

single piano melody and cadence

joined by a symphonic chorus

that I see all around me

 

Another season will be

will be what it is then

even now that season emerges

 

Apparent in ways not yet visible

the tear running down the face

surfaces after long held heart

 

Cracking a smile has other allies

even if only there under the skin

opens out and then returns quietly

 

like a breeze scattering seeds

that would otherwise reside

close in, close by where they fall

 

singing of loss beneath the breath

keeps the flowers ready to blossom

their scent barely contained and rising

 

crispness of air, spirit, sight, and earth (heart)

such ways sing brightness of their own

elegy only for nostalgia alone

cc Janice Sandeen ~ Arroyo Seco, NM

 

To the many recent followers of my blog… and to all my readers, thank you!

First off, thank you to those who have followed my blog recently. I am so appreciative of all my followers, as some of you have been following this site since 2010! This post is dedicated to all of you. Thank you for coming along on this journey with me. _/|\_

I would like to share that I am mid-stride in upgrading my WordPress site. I am about to embark on steps to enhance and expand how I have been using this site and would love to hear, first, how I might be able to incorporate your input. One example is that with this upgrade, I will be able to post video content for the first time. Would you like to share suggestions as to what would bring you the most benefit, insights, or joy in interacting with and using this site?

I am happy to hear from and/or collaborate with any of you who may be interested to interact with me regarding what upgrades I make. I am also curious if you found yourself here to explore Human Design or my work in Communing With Animals? Are you a poetry and/or photography lover? Maybe you have come to explore my newest work Zero Point Collaborative. All of these are what my blog is now dedicated to.

There are numerous (and hopefully easy) ways you can give your input. You can click through to this post on my site and comment there. You are also welcome to simply email me and if you wish to or if you live in the USA, feel free to text or call me. Click here for my Contact page.

The easiest of all, perhaps, is to click “Like” on this post below, which lets me know you are reading this and wish to encourage me! However you’d like to participate or not, thank you! ❤

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