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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

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.

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

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?

 

National Poetry Month ~ An evening of “Poetry in Translation” @ SOMOS in Taos, NM

As part of April as National Poetry Month, here in Taos there have already been many wonderful gatherings, readings, and performances devoted to our love of poetry and local poets here in Taos. There are three more events this week, one workshop and two evenings of poetry readings. I will be presenting something different than I have ever before ~ a cross-pollination between my poetry and my photography, as well as a chance to share a number of my visual poems.

On Saturday evening at 5:30pm at SOMOS (Society of the Muse of the Southwest), I will be joining curator Ariana Kramer and two other poets, Sonja Kravanja and Fiona Sze-Lorrain, to share on a theme of Poetry in Translation. If you are any where in the local area of Taos, New Mexico, please consider joining us! These events are free (a few specific ones are not) and are presented by SOMOS and the Taos Arts Council, along with our amazingly creative curator (and also poet), Ariana Kramer. The latter of the month has another 4 events. See the flyer below for more details.

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Concurrent with these events, I am also participating in “Poetry in Public Places”, where local poets have printed a poem of theirs, which was then placed in a frame and now dons the walls of one of numerous local establishments. My poem, “Brightness Spectrum“, is at Coffee Cats in the John Dunn Shops arcade right near the Taos Plaza. If you go for a visit to read the poems, please thank our hosts, Coffee Cats, for participating in this cultural celebration of poetry and local poets. 🙂

And a final note of mention, since my presentation is in the form of a PowerPoint presentation, I will have it documented and hope to share it here on my blog, in future!

 

Facing East

 

 

 

ah na ne ah ne 

ah na ne ah ne

ah na ne ah ne

ah na ~~~ ha ha ha

 

 

Perhaps not what comes to mind

when I say “facing east”

but I am facing east as I write

 

I’ve returned to facing east this morning,

within my small abode, mi casita,

within the place my body rests at night

 

There are three windows facing me,

facing east ~ even from the north

window I also look east

 

There is an unbroken line formed

by ridges, ancient rock, many footsteps,

& raven calls over ages & millennia

 

We can think we know of these,

of these ages, of these open wings,

of these breathing hearts

 

The call of the dove filters in

with the early morning sun fall

certain things are lit just so in the morning light

 

For me, facing east is just so,

taking in a perspective not quite my own,

but one offering nuances now welcomed wholeheartedly

 

And for as much as it is worth, I am in my own retrograde it seems

I find the inner landscape (here) filled with my own footprints

once traveled and laid by me to see (now) from this vantage

 

The gentling calls of the magpie to her mate

or her young & sometimes to me

soften these inner reaches

 

qua lia mia mo, qua ta te ah mo

qua lia mia mo, qua ta te ah mo

 

And now hummingbird joins, her wings one of the most

exquisite percussions that sounds, like a long awaited remedy,

breaking up the tightness of the heart, my heart

 

I say, “I have returned, my friends!”, facing east.

“While tending to the southern fires, I did miss you!”

And we rejoin now bringing calming & homecoming within.

 

If you have never tried or tested out

the malleability of time and timelines,

I heartily recommend it so. Move within.

 

This morning, before waking or parting the curtains to welcome the day,

I washed my earlier self, the one with certain struggles & bumps in her road, with a vibrant mix

~ the perfect spectrum of light and tonal vibration to let her know I am with her all the way.

 

Don’t take my word for it, you too can meet your own selves,

those that now seem long forgotten or destitute in that timeline of Ago.

For we each have such perfection of unique remedy and resolve,

 

Some of which we can share. And some of which is so precise

and unique to each one of us that it may be for us alone

to steep in, to take in, to sing openly.

 

[ sing to this moment now ]

 

This morning, before waking or parting curtains to welcome the day,

I washed my self, the one with certain struggles & bumps in the road,

with a vibrant mix: the perfect spectrum of light & tonal vibration

 

Letting myself know ~  I am with you all the way.

I am with you all the way ~ facing east.

 

 

Astrolabe… contemplating Rumi

Rumi Hawk Ocean sky copy