In each edition of the We’Moon datebook, we feature one Holy Day writer who shares with us her unique perspectives of each of the eight holy days. This year, we have the pleasure of sharing the work of Miriam Dyak. "All my life is poetry. Close to 60 years of writing poems, journals, books and not about to stop. I am a Social Artist, Voice Dialogue facilitator and teacher, dream weaver, gardener of souls."
...There is no “veil” between the worlds. We are always in multiple dimensions, and the veils, when there are any, are all in our heads! What is sacred today on Samhain is our communal decision to come together and venture beyond our imagined fail-safe points. Take your mother’s, sister’s, daughter’s, lover’s hand and walk bravely up to Death. Introduce yourself. Say hello.
What a wonderful and holy time to practice leaping over the edge of Surrender into the dark juiciness of all Unknown. Death is just a doorway between particle and wave, and every particle of our being dissolves into wave every nanosecond of our existence—and then collapses back into the same old, same old who we think we are. NOT if we pay attention! Not if we think who we are is pure consciousness and out of that mystery decide to shapeshift ourselves into beings with great wings, beings shining with internal light, beings who dance an open spiral around the limits of death and life.
Miriam Dyak © Mother Tongue Ink 2015
Miriam Dyak (Seattle, WA) All my life is poetry. Close to 60 years of writing poems, journals, books and not about to stop. I am a Social Artist, Voice Dialogue facilitator and teacher, dream weaver, gardener of souls. miriam (at) miriamdyak.com
Paula Franco (Buenos Aires, Argentina) shaman woman, visual and visionary artist, teacher in sacred art, writer & poetess, astrologer, tarotist, creator of goddess card and mandalas book.
Swim Beyond © Carrie Wachter 201...
Tempered by the Earth
The Earth shrugged
and we had to shift
Living day by day,
Living in the moment;
There is a deliciousness in reaching peak light, the longest day! The birds are blossoming into nestlings, new flight. The vegetables and berries are singing a swelling chorus of fleshiness and juice. The Sun itself is so fragrant and rich, we swoon in its fire. Yes, yes, we know this is the moment of letting go, of turning toward the dark, but why spoil the party with all that seriousness?
Consider that the wheel of the year unfolds into many more dimensions than this. That we are not just rolling forward on this one earth plane around the cycle of light and dark. If we move the house of our consciousness built on habit and belief out to the Unknown, so our new home is the whole Universe, amazing things can happen. We discover Radiance everywhere. We begin to see that you and I, all of us, are patterns stored in Light. Suddenly it’s obvious the Dark is what we need to contain so much Beauty, to hold our wildly tender open Hearts.