She Is. Like A River.
Experiencing Her while rafting the Salmon River, during the Holy Week of the Feminine Divine, July 22, 2019.
Yes, she is there.
Giving life only
You must respect her.
Do not name her or speak of her.
Like a river
Flowing through the deep chasms,
Forming the canyons.
When all, even the air, is still,
She is not silent.
Listen for the rippling, murmuring, roaring, crashing, pounding, calling, singing, dripping, churning.
On the raft, in the calm,
I hear Her.
The vibrations come up through my feet
As the rough approaches…
Thump, Thump, Thump THUMP.
There are things happening under the surface.
She tells me the line to follow.
To move through the tearing wound.
When I resist
She is there,
She carries me through.
She baptizes me,
Buries me in the water,
To birth me into new life,
Again and again.
She is deep and close.
Loud, rough, violent, calm, gentle, smooth, textured, powerful.
She is all color.
And only now.
She is fluid.
Her path is alive, and Her own.
It shifts, moves, and belongs to me, the moment I look.
Then it breathes for another.
She is new each moment, to each being.
Nothing can confine her.
She is sensual.
Her curves, swells, ripples, eddies, falls, soft sand, hard rocks, swirling currents that pull, and hold me,
Call on all my senses –
See, hear, smell, taste, touch –
Feel her around me.
I catch my breath.
Here is life.
Breathe it all in.
Here is air that has filled every life.
Here is water that is shared by all.
Here is the fruit, the knowledge, the wisdom.
Live deeper, with the opposition.
Ask. And ask again.
Will I love the deep breath more because, for a moment, I couldn’t breathe?
Will I love the warm wind more because I know the wet cold?
Will I love what is, because I mourn the loss of what was, and is gone?
Will I love all, because anything else is not love?
Because anything else is not You?
I am invited, held up, consumed, carried,
She does not fix, or condemn, or agree with, or compel, or explain.
She is here, washing around me,
Teaching me life,
Just because I exist.
Because She sees me.
I am with you.
In the wound,
In the healing,
In the rough,
In the calm.
Listen for me.
Look for me.
Be this for each other.
See Me in each other.
Are a part of every drop.
Stone, grain, sound.
Your breathing is the breathing of all.
Let the river take you home.