Forms, Forms the Magical Fruit

 This is going to be difficult to describe.   It goes something like this:  I bring the four directions into my body.  I feel/imagine the space in front (east) side (south) back (east) and side (north) and in the process I create/feel/imagine a form of my space and the contours of same.  And its not just  physical form, its also sort of a rhythm. 

This form resonates with the process that goes on with every aspect of our lives.  We create similar energetic forms, patterns and rhythms for our work, relationships, play.  And these forms can be felt on the inside and are always changing.  Sometimes, as occurred last night we feel them most acutely--especially when these forms are in the process of changing and altering into something else, which they always are, of course, the pain of change is felt.   And this is what we are grateful for.  To become the holder and vessel of this change.  

But in some ways, we don't create:  we hold, we interpret, we notice, we attend, we nourish.  But what happens is not ours.  And it is only indirectly the result of our efforts.  And that is when we can hold onto gratitude. 

Last nights Dream was probably associated to some degree with the Regency denizen's singing of  "South Pacific" at last nights drum circle.  Because it started in an Island.  And there were only women on the Island.  I think it was during World War 2.   The women are strong and independent.  And armed.  And organized.  Men come in vehicles.  They have guns and must be stopped.  But the women have difficulty getting organized and responding.  Its not that they are necessarily surprised, but their guns don't work and they can't get them out.  I take one of them and start shooting at some of the men and it doesn't shoot bullets but kind of a beam which gradually removes his flesh and is painful to watch.  Then I get shot in the heart by one of the men and wake up.

Its interesting that the women were kind of non-plussed at the invasion of men.  And in some ways, maybe they we responding in a different way than with retaliation and/or agression.  And I was the only on reacting to the situation "like a man".  Figures :-)