"Peace, Peace, Peace!" Thats my thing. Listen to the podcasts and most often thats my greeting to open the show. Its also my way of ending the show, "Peace." I use that phase to speak serenity into my life... into our lives. If I remember it right, I began saying it while studying civics. The folks I was studying with, the Nation I was studying with taught that women embodied the concept of Peace. With our "wise words, ways and actions" we brought peace to the cipher, the group dynamics. Y.E.S. I can dig it.
Now, let it be understood that perfect peace is only achievable in death. As long as we are in the land of the living, we will have chaos. Fertile and Creative. At Circle Sister 13, we don't run from chaos. We run towards it. Thats where the magick happens.
We can have a portion of peace. A measurable amount of understanding, even if we only understand that all things change. Chaos: Change is inevitable. This can be trusted. You can take change to a bank... And thats peace! How we choose to respond to what is beyond our control. Finding the beauty in ugly. Harnessing the blessing to the curse. Its what women do! Fertile and Creative; Chaos.
Acceptance allows for Peace. There is a comforting wisdom in acceptance. "I accept right now. I accept that right now is all there is. I accept that right now will change. I find peace in the acceptance of right now and in the knowledge that right now will change. My attitude will strive towards peace." Something like that.
((Now, we are still "Rediscovering Our Magick!" So although we are doing the Eastern, 'passive acceptance', Ohm and Namaste thang, we are also Western occultist... So after we get our minds right, we will aim a curse at whoever-whatever-whenever-however is disturbing our Sufi flow and send Chaos right on over that way.... #DontGetItTwisted.))
The past couple weeks felt highly chaotic. There are so many conflicting agendas attempting to infiltrate my peace. I have to deal with them all because ignorance is not an option. Wise women advise consistent cleansing. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness." True Story. Without the sage, the crystals, the herbs, the Florida Waters, the Yoni Steams, the clean eating-fasting and purging, the prayers and meditations... without crying and screaming and air fighting the images of them that seek to steal joy.. there will be no peace. Just chaos. I welcome chaos but not in my home. My home is sacred.... So the energies that come with the changing seasons, the Earth warming and the gods of commerce preparing to sacrifice their bulls. The non-stop rituals of sacrifice... Folks not dealing with their 'baggage' which affects everyone else negatively.. Life.. Can drive folks a little crazy. Crazy, the absence of peace... And there is room for crazy at Circle Sisters 13. Crazy and chaos are in love. However crazy is greedy and cant be allowed to sit inside of the mind too long. If you need to go 730, then do so... Jes don't forget to leave a bread crumb trail so that you can find your way back home, or so that we can send a search party- if you know what I mean. Honestly I think Ive walked the path of crazy so many times I can find my peace again blindfolded. Lol. True Story.... I don't test it though. I stick to the path.
Okay, so Im journaling right now. Allowing myself to share without filter. Do try to keep up. Or skip this post. It might not be for you. This one might be just for me. You may just be a witness.
Peace. Yesterday after a meeting I was walking back to my building and saw this tree. The flowers were beginning to bloom so I wanted to capture the first signs of Spring. So I began shooting the flowers when I saw something move... first it was the doves. I continued shooting the flowers. Then I saw something else move. At first I didn't see Squirrel because it was invisible, camouflaged with the tree.. I kept staring until I saw Squirrel watching me admiring the blooms on the tree. My attention now shifted and we had a staring contest. And in that moment I also found Peace. The chaos of the weeks, the problems and concerns, all the crazy was absorbed by the cool, damp Earth beneath my feet. Transmuted into acceptance and understanding. Seasons change. All things change. It is up to me to find the flow. To bare witness. To attune with the Beings that instinctively understand how to move with chaos and not against it. Resistance is futile.