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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.

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! ❤

Some questions to whet your appetite for offering input: 

What would you like to see here that doesn’t seem (yet) to be included?

Do you want to hear more about my services or be given a sample of my services?

How well is the current site working for you? Is it easy or not to navigate?

Would you like video, audio, more photographs, and perhaps less of something else? 

Would you like to hear more personal sharing from me?  More frequent blog posts?

Are you interested in information that I can impart about any of my passions? 

What input might you like to give that I’ve not yet asked about?

Finally, how can I make it easier to share this blog and its content?