Logos By The Sea

Logos By The Sea

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Porous Creatures

Earlier this year Jim surprised me with an ancestry.ca dna kit and signed me up for an ancestry.ca account. With a spirit of adventure and with much anticipation I sat at the computer and logged into my account for the first time.

Since the Howatt family tree had already been charted, I had decided to explore my mother's side of the family (MacDonald) first. It amazed me how quickly I was led to my maternal grandparent's information and to my mother's name simply by adding the area where my mother had been born. 

However, I discovered her name had been abbreviated to "Marg" and my immediate excitement shifted to annoyance. My mother called us by our full names, so it was important to me that her full name, Marguerite Alexandra, should be reclaimed.

New to the site I looked for ways to edit information, to restore the fullness of my mothers name, but being new to the site I couldn't find an edit option, so I made a conscious decision to put in my own information and come back to it the following day. So I entered my name and current address, and then clicked back to review the page containing my maternal grandparents, and my mother's and her siblings information before closing.

AND

I was surprised to see my mother's name was no longer Marg, but now was listed as Marguerite.
I don't know how the site's technology allows for such shifts of subtle (not so subtle to my heart) changes and I don't need to know. My focus is on another shift that started unfolding in that moment...a deeper awareness of our potency and how our actions, even small ones, can affect another.

As I unfolded my story, so to was my mother's story affected. Marguerite's Story.

The Mi'kmaq believe that as we heal our lives, we heal the lives of our ancestors seven generations back and we also help heal future generations to come.

And that belief now envelops me with a more personal and deeper meaning.

As porous creatures, each of us an assemblage of over one hundred trillion cells, it is our nature to be affected, to affect and to respond. And although not all of life's situations and occurrences are of our choosing, we do get to choose how we respond: if we are reactionary, or if we move prayerfully and thoughtfully...aware of ourselves, aware of others, and alive to the fullness our choices.

Monday, 11 July 2016

You ask, "What is the Wind?" - A Bedtime Story

You ask,

“What is the Wind?”


Oh, that is the breath of sisters

Moving across space and time

Traveling through the trees

And moving among the hearts of all creatures.


That is Gaia setting loose her silver hair

Each strand, setting loose

A shining constellation of stars

Shining brightly to let her sister, Luna know

The day is done.


You ask,

“What is the Wind?”


That is Luna.

Hearing her sister, Gaia

She climbs Jacob's Ladder

With her skirt swirling

Steadily she moves closer

Rung by rung

Rising to embrace

To kiss the face

Of her dear sister.


On this evening

As on every evening

Since the beginning of time

These two sisters come together

To sip from the Milky Way

And whisper stories of their time spent apart.





Monday, 2 May 2016

Breathing

They sit in the quiet of daybreak
Inhaling the light and heat of the first slivers of sunlight

Filling lungs

Expanding belly

Holding the light, and the heat 
As it travels though veins coursing through the fullness of body ~ seeking and inflaming the Smoldering embers of soul

Next the exhalation

Releasing of all the toxins, tensions, anxiety, and the muddle from muscle, tendon, and bone ...

And FIRE builds in the belly

A delicious warmth that

Swirls and Swells and Spreads and Remembers

 A fire that co-creates and blesses
The fire and passion that reclaims space for all of creation within Creation's story




Tuesday, 12 April 2016

These Earthly Blessings


Ostara took these things very seriously
She knew the depth of their nobility
The truth that they held within their beauty; the healing, and the transformative


These Earthly blessings
The lengthening of days
The caws of the Sentry Crows
The pussywillows brave and soft
The coastal waters freeing themselves of ice, their salted waves rising up to lick the face of the moon
Ahhhhhhh The medicines of the Earth.

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Yanking Hard

Her Inner-Child called out and yanked hard
On the Courage they shared

"Talk to me! Listen to me! Please!"

Their Bear-Heart, caught in the middle, dug in
Refusing to budge until the Child was heard


The Road of the Four Tall Brothers




Four seasons came riding
One by one
Each in its own time
Each in its own rhythm and cadence
Each harnessing the four winds 
Carrying the music of their appointed days in saddle bags


Four brothers stood tall
One by one
Each a noble prophet 
Preparing for feast of reunion
Each watching over its sacred direction
Each vigilant for the sound of whooshing hooves approaching