Monday, January 11, 2010

Tarot: Talisman or Taboo?


Imagine... a book about the tarot written by a Benedictine monk. I have discovered such a book. And I look forward to reading it. It is written by Mark Patrick Hederman, the Abbott of Glenstal Abbey in Limerick, Ireland. He is a well-known philosopher and the editor of a cultural journal, The Crane Bag. How did I come to discover such an interesting tome? Well, it was through a most lively discussion about pentagrams and pentacles, and their symbolism as it relates to various traditions, ranging from Christianity to Wicca, to agnosticism and atheism. Of course, this topic merits a blog post all its own, which I shall do some day, but for now, this book has captured my attention. It looks to be a most interesting book. Here is an excerpt from the author himself:

“The last century was a hell for many people, a hell of our own creation. In many cases, those of us in charge of others, whether in concentration camps, schools, parishes, orphanages, families, had lost touch with ourselves, had failed to tap into our unconscious lives. Many of the great monsters we can now parade in public with the clarity and courage of hindsight, are no more than the rest of us writ large. Every one of us was potentially an oppressor. And why? Because we had repressed the Mr Hyde in us and were living the Dr Jeckyl, which is what happens when we neglect the major part of ourselves: our unconscious.

At the most basic and almost negative level, we are required to do something about this untapped source in ourselves. It is almost a matter of hygiene and health. But there is another more pressing reason why we should get in touch with our unconscious. Because this is also where the springs of our creativity are hidden, and where God can enter our lives. Most of us are related to this subcontinent in a passive way, through our dreams. This book suggests that there are active ways to engage with this area. One such way is through the Tarot cards.

Getting in touch with the unconscious can be difficult and dangerous. Our ordinary approach to life, our trained and cultivated ways of thinking, are allergic to this swampy unknown. We lose our bearings, we panic. The Tarot cards are like 'an idiots guide' to the unconscious, an easy way to subvert the rational and allow the energies beneath to creep up through the floorboards. If you learn to shuffle and to deal the twenty-two major cards of this ancient museum of the unconscious, it will help you to familiarise yourself with a symbolic way of thinking and domesticate an underworld of otherwise meaningless shadows and shapes.

This book gives an introduction to the Tarot, a history of its uses and abuses, a practical guide to its value as an underground map. It also provides a meditation on each one of the twenty-two major arcana which can help the reader to undertake their own spiritual journey.

The important books in life are not the ones which we read; they are the ones which read us. That is the way the Tarot should be read.”


Wow! I look forward to the meditations and hope to spend time exploring the tarot through the eyes and mind of Mark Patrick Hederman. It should be an interesting exploration on many levels. I can hardly wait!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Oh yeah... Happy New Year!



Just imagine... a whole new year lies ahead! There are lots of opportunities to make the most of it. I love to make resolutions, and usually they involve learning something new. Here are my resolutions for 2010 (in no particular order):

Learn to knit with two (or more) colours.
Learn to spin on a spinning wheel.
Love with absolute honesty and wild abandon.

That's it. Simple, doable, and life-enriching.

What are your resolutions? What do you hope to learn? What do you hope to bring into your life? My hope for you is that you have a wonderful new year and are able to accomplish all you set out to do. Be sure to look back on this year at regular intervals to make sure you are on track. I will do the same.

What matters most...


Poised on the eve of a major life change, I have had to come to terms with some difficult emotional aspects that this change will bring. While this change is voluntary, and of my own making, it has not been without its stressors. It has brought great moments of joy and anticipation. These have then been eclipsed by moments of sorrow, fear, and sadness. It is a giving up of one life in return for another. As part of this change, I need to sift through a lifetime of possessions, making a decision of what to keep, and what to donate to charity. Most of it will be given away. It is time to pare down my life, and this is a perfect opportunity to determine what is most important.

Even as I write this post, with my laptop perched on my knees, my kitty, Fiona, is curled up on my lap, nestled deep in my arms. Her reassuring purr eases my saddened heart. She looks up at me with her beautiful green eyes, softly blinking, telling me she understands I am hurting. I wonder if she is trying to tell me to be sure to take her with me. Wherever I move in this house, she is at my heels. When I sit down for a moment, she jumps up into my arms, insisting I give her attention. I have never had an animal who is so perceptive, or so interested in offering comfort. Perhaps she senses I am in great turmoil during this transition. I am trying to keep my life on track, but truly, this change is taking a toll on my emotions.

As I sort through the many drawers, shelves, and boxes of my possessions, flashes of my life come to mind with great clarity. Each trinket and token bring back a special memory. A magnolia flower made of fine bone china reminds me of a trip with a dear friend to Mississippi one hot summer. A palette of water colours reminds me of time spent on the veranda at the Banff Spring hotel while I tried my best to paint the roses I saw in the garden. A book of fairy tales purchased when in Copenhagen reminds me of the time spent there. It is almost too much to bear. I know I have the memories of all my experiences in my mind and in my heart. But these physical reminders underscore the magnificent life I have lived so far.

Over the decades I have created an interesting library of books. I love books and find leaving them behind, or giving them away, to be the most difficult job of all. I love the words, the ideas, and the passion with which the various authors have poured into these works. I love knowing I can take any book off the shelf and spend an afternoon lost in another world. But, there are far too many books to make the journey from my old life to my new life. I will give most of them to the local used bookseller. I know he will enjoy them, and some day, a book lover just like myself will purchase and bring the books home, giving them new shelves to sit upon. And once again, their words will inspire and enchant someone else’s spirit.

While I am mourning the ‘loss’ of my current life, and all the wonderful possessions that have inhabited my world, there is much to look forward to. As a snake sheds her skin, there emerges a brighter, more vibrant being. This is the same process that I am going through. I am shedding the old, and will emerge brighter. This entire process has changed me at a most fundamental level. I look forward to the new chapter in my life. I look forward to all that I will learn, not only about myself, but about others as well.

It is true, as the saying goes: “Life is what we make it”. Our lives are not tied up in possessions, or belongings. While it hurts to willingly give up a lifetime of possessions, the memories will remain. I will bring into my new life only those things which matter most. I have no plans to replace what I am giving up. My goal is to look forward and create a new life. Eventually my new life will fill up with memories and mementos of a life lived. It will simply take time.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My favourite mornings...


Some of my most favourite mornings are those when I wake up with a poem in my mind. Sometimes I think the ideas themselves wake me up. There is no choice but to get out of bed and put pen to paper. Secreted away in each room of my house are blank index cards and pencils so I can capture the words, ideas, and thoughts before they evaporate. I have tried remembering them, the exact turn of phrase that seems so perfect, but sometimes once they are gone, they are gone forever.

Often I place these cards, with their snippets of verse or rhyme, into the book I am currently reading, with the thought that the words will eventually be transformed into the poem they were meant for. But sometimes, with life being as busy as it is, I forget them there and they remain hidden, frozen in place. The words and ideas, not fully fleshed out or finished, remain suspended in time. And then one day, I open the book again and find them there, waiting for me.

This is what happened to me on this winter morning. I picked up a book I had been reading quite some time ago and found within its pages some of my index cards with the earliest beginnings of a children’s poem. The words came rushing back to me and have reignited my desire to write this poem, to give it life and being. So, today I shall spend some time constructing the poem from these ‘word bones’, bringing to life the story and the rhyme. It should be challenging and fun! Perhaps some day I will post the poem here, to share it with you.

Monday, December 14, 2009

What is your heart's desire?


Lately I have been thinking of my list of things I would like to learn, try or experience someday. The more I think about it the longer the list grows. There is so much in life I want to try and to experience. Sometimes it seems like one lifetime is not enough!

My list includes such things as learning to cook. To be able to make a perfect angel food cake, a pan of delicious cinnamon rolls, a loaf of whole wheat bread or a tangy chicken korma with jasmine rice would be a nice accomplishment. Then there is the whole world of herbs… to learn how to cook with them would be grand. Imagine a tart lemonade with a hint of lavender, or tea biscuits with bits of rosemary and chives hidden inside. So far I have already learned to make very yummy soups and some nice meals in the slow cooker, but it is time to expand my horizons.

Gardening is another thing on my list. To grow an herb garden, all one needs is some soil and lots of sunshine. Herbs like it dry and sunny, so they are pretty easy to grow. I would have a medicinal garden, a kitchen garden, and a scented garden filled with lavender, rosemary, and chives. Have you ever smelled scented geraniums (although not herbs, they come to mind)? There are all kinds, but I love the rose-scented ones the best.

Spinning is something else I must try. I have a drop spindle and can make a single ply yarn. It is like a true ‘homespun’ yarn- thick and thin, showing my ‘newness’ to the skill. Someday I will knit something with this yarn. But what I really want to learn is how to spin with a spinning wheel. In fact, I have decided that the coming year is the one in which I shall learn to do this. To transform a pile of fluffy roving into yarn that can be used to knit up a shawl or sweater would be amazing. Spinning is a bit like a moving meditation (as is knitting). There is a rhythm to it; it brings me a sense of calm and solitude.

Another thing I want to learn is how to read the night sky. And to be able read it in each season as the zodiac makes it’s way around our beautiful planet. I want to recognize at least 10 constellations and understand the phases of Venus. I want to see Jupiter and the Galilean moons (Io, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa) and the rings of Saturn. My telescope is still new to me and I must learn to use it better so I can study more closely the surface of the moon. I want to learn about the different seas there and recognize some of the geography without my moon map.

I wish there was a place for grown-ups, sort of like a summer camp, where we could go for a week and take classes on arts, crafts, dance, or cooking, or whatever strikes our fancy. There could also be time for stories told around the bon fire, music to sing to, and friendships to be developed. Methinks a world where grown-ups could learn in an open, welcoming environment would be a very civilized world. It would let us explore interests that have perhaps become dormant through the hustle and bustle of every day life. We encourage our children to explore what interests them, but somehow we have forgotten to nurture this in ourselves.

What would be on your list of things to try, learn, or experience? Be brave and make a list. Do so without censure. Be bold and daring. And then choose one thing and go for it!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Cloud Appreciation Society...



Every once in awhile, there come along something that just brings on a smile. The Cloud Appreciation Society is one such thing. This site is filled with all things wonderful related to clouds. I recommend you visit and consider becoming a member…

Manifesto of the Cloud Appreciation Society

WE BELIEVE that clouds are unjustly maligned
and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them.

We think that they are Nature’s poetry,
and the most egalitarian of her displays, since
everyone can have a fantastic view of them.

We pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’ wherever we find it.
Life would be dull if we had to look up at
cloudless monotony day after day.

We seek to remind people that clouds are expressions of the
atmosphere’s moods, and can be read like those of
a person’s countenance.

Clouds are so commonplace that their beauty is often overlooked.
They are for dreamers and their contemplation benefits the soul.
Indeed, all who consider the shapes they see in them will save
on psychoanalysis bills.

And so we say to all who’ll listen:
Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty, and live life with your head in the clouds!
________________________________________
“I love the clouds… the clouds that pass…
up there… up there… the wonderful clouds!”
[The Stranger, Charles Baudelaire]

To see this site for yourself, here is the link…

http://cloudappreciationsociety.org/

Photo: Mount Rainier, Washington US, Ryan Verwest

The Emerald Tablet...


While the rest of the world went about their usual Sunday doings, I had the pleasure of participating in a little discussion on a ‘spiritual alchemy’ board that I am a member of. Here is a excerpt from this afternoon's discussion…


Topic: Sir Isaac Newton’ Translation of “The Emerald Tablet” (or Secret of Hermes- Hermes Trismegistus).

OM: 'It is true without lying, certain and most true. That which is Below is like that which is Above and that which is Above is like that which is Below to do the miracles of the Only Thing. And as all things have been and arose from One by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father; the Moon its mother; the Wind hath carried it in its belly; the Earth is its nurse. The father of all perfection in the whole world is here. Its force or power is entire if it be converted into Earth. Separate the Earth from the Fire, the subtle from the gross, sweetly with great industry. It ascends from the Earth to the Heavens and again it descends to the Earth and receives the force of things superior and inferior. By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world and thereby all obscurity shall fly from you. Its force is above all force, for it vanquishes every subtle thing and penetrates every solid thing. So was the world created. From this are and do come admirable adaptations, whereof the process is here in this. Hence am I called Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished and ended.'

NL: Thank you, dear Pelican :)

DR: Thank you, OM, for this wonderful translation. Can you tell me, is there more? It is beautiful.

OM: No, this was all, DR! Such a complex man and still considered one of the greatest contributors to science even side by side with giants like Einstein. Surely a neglected feature of his genius is his writings on biblical hermenuetics, although obviously his theory of heliocentrism was the dawning of a 'new', critical age and the emergence from old atrophied ideologies...

DR: Methinks Newton was able to "stand on the shoulders of giants" such as Copernicus, Galileo, and Kepler, all who came before him and gave their own contributions to science. But all were men of God... They never denied the miracles of nature and gave a nod to the divine order of things.

There was a similar 'revolution' of sorts with Einstein and his contemporaries as they probed the smallest inklings of the universe, quantum theory. They looked inward while Newton, et al, looked outward. Indeed, "As above, so below"...Thank you, dear OM.


There are many such conversations in this wonderful forum. There are only a small number of people who participate, but each offers something that begs one to stop and spend time in deep thought and contemplation. It helps me stretch my thinking and has introduced me to many new ideas, concepts, and thinkers. I am grateful for the creator of this forum and for those who participate. It is a wonderful way to spend some free time on a Sunday afternoon, while curled up in front of the fireplace and watching the snow fall.

Blessings, my friends.