Thursday, February 27, 2014

Contemplative Tarot - the Hermit, the Four of Air, and the Five of Earth

This week's cards are the Hermit, the Four of Air, and the Five of Earth from the Gaian Tarot. The images in each of these cards show solitude, shelter, and growth.

I invite you to use these cards to inspire your contemplative practice and I hope you will share some of your reflections in the comments.

 

Force and Source of Life,

I ask for light on my journey
     may I always feel your presence within me and surrounding me

I rejoice at each sign of spring
     may I be inspired to protect the Earth and her creatures

I am grateful for the seeds that slept in the darkness
     may I reach for light and grow in its warmth as they do 


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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Prayers in the Medicine Woman Tarot


When I first encountered The Medicine Woman Tarot. I passed it by because I know nothing about Native American cultures. How could I use a deck whose imagery I wouldn't recognize or understand? 

People have cited this deck as an example of cultural appropriation. The artist describes the deck as an attempt to envision a "new reality of tribal ways based on native awareness of the land and drawing wisdom from many sacred traditions." 

With some hesitation, I ordered the book and deck last summer because I was attracted to the title, which suggests healing and empowerment. Although I'm not much moved by the deck's artwork, I can see why the guidebook is loved and recommended.
The Two of Stones fromMedicine Woman Tarot

The book alternately captivates and repels me. Sometimes the words sound like New Age dreck, sometimes they seem more profound.

The fertile ground of nature surrounds me, 
     waiting with her gifts for me to notice...
What can I offer the world that will bring
        my earthly reward
and soothe my soul... 

What can I do for the land around me? 


What can I do for my people? 


As I chose a direction and begin to work,
      the road to prosperity is cleared.

There is a flaky, NewAge ring to it, but there are deeper ideas, too:
  • Acknowledging and developing your gifts can put you on your right path.  
  • Seeking satisfaction is okay.  
  • The most fulfilling use of your gifts is being of service to the land and other people.  
  • The world is (sometimes) benevolent.

Two of Pentacles from
the Rider-Waite-Smith
So there is a contemplative aspect to the companion book. But are the cards really a tarot deck?

At first glance, Carol Bridges' Two of Stones (see above) seems entirely divorced from traditional tarot imagery and meaning. However, I eventually found some commonalities for the corresponding cards in the Rider-Waite-Smith and the Gaian Tarot.

The Two of Pentacles in the Rider-Waite-Smith deck indicates imbalance and struggle, divided attention, an attempt to do too much, and failed multi-tasking; those things aren't seen in the Medicine Woman Tarot. However, the lemniscate and ocean waves in the RWS image also suggest going with the flow and focusing on the task immediately before you, not letting your ego interfere with the flow of the moment. The two coins suggest a choice. You don't have to do everything at once; each moment has its appropriate action. And, remember to dance even when the seas are stormy.

Two of Earth from
The Gaian Tarot
The description of the Two of Earth in the Gaian Tarot guidebook conveys a similar message. Joanna Powell Colbert wrote this affirmation for the image:

I stay centered in the midst of many
demands on my time and attention.

All three cards suggest choosing a path, being flexible, and remaining centered while doing your work. The parent with two children may find joy in caring for them no matter the struggle.

If you are interested, I'd suggest getting the Medicine Woman Tarot Guidebook regardless of what deck you use.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Contemplative Tarot - Nine of Air, Seven of Air, and Four of Fire

Each week, Carolyn Cushing posts three tarot cards for contemplative practice. I wanted to do something similar on this blog and was inspired by Jason Ash's practice of using the Gaian Tarot to inspire prayer.

Here are three cards that I hope will inspire you. I also hope that you will share your reflections in the comments.

 

Force and Source of Life

May I embrace the darkness 
     and hold it as gently as I would a newborn child.

As I contemplate my journey, 
     may I bravely envision a wondrous future.

May I forever dwell in awareness,
     rejoicing in the abundant blessings around me.


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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Connection to the Land, Part 2

In Celtic stories, the health of the land is reflected in the health of the king. If the land is sick, the king becomes sick.

In Jewish stories, the relationship with the Land belonged to the whole community. If members of the community were "sick," the Land would become sick and vomit them out.

Each of us should be aware of our connection to the Land. Secular Israelis focus on the ground under their feet. They say of ritual practice: we don’t need to do that because living in the Land is enough.

* * * *

In an earlier post, I mentioned that I am puzzled when I express my feeling that I belong to the Land, to Eretz Yisrael. No one uses that preposition to describe his or her connection to a place. Why do I use it?

Why am I more myself in Israel? Why does part of my soul dim when I am outside the Land?

Only today, did I consider the obvious answer: because the Land is the root of our being, our mother.

A few years ago, when I realized that today’s "traditional" Judaism was not something toward which I felt much respect, I was thinking about attitudes and values. If I had been thinking of specific beliefs, perhaps it would have been obvious to me that it has lost some connection to the land, and that the ancient Israelites, like other peoples, may have thought of Earth as Mother.

The prophets of the Second Temple period would have opposed an idea like that, much as many of them opposed the worship of god’s consort, Asherah. But is there evidence that the Israelites viewed the Land as mother? Maybe…

A midrash tells of a vision experienced by Jeremiah, who had prophesied the destruction of the First Temple and the Babylonian Exile.
Jeremiah said: When I went up to Jerusalem, I looked up and saw a woman sitting on top of the mountain, clad in black, her hair disheveled, crying and hoping that someone would comfort her. And I too was crying and hoping that someone would comfort me. I approached her and spoke to her and said to her: "If you are a woman, speak to me, and if you are a spirit, get away from me!"

She responded and said to me: "Don't you recognize me? I am she who had seven sons. Their father went overseas, and while I went up and cried about him, behold another [messenger] came and said to me: 'The house fell upon your seven sons and killed them' [cf. Job 1:18-19]. Now I do not know for whom I should cry and for whom I should dishevel my hair!"

I answered and said to her: "You are not better than my Mother Zion, who has become a grazing ground for the beasts of the field."

She answered and said to me: "I am your Mother Zion, I am the mother of seven, for it is written, 'She that hath borne seven laguisheth' (Jer. 15:9)."
Jeremiah saw that her sufferings were like those of Job who had lost seven sons, and he assured her (and himself) that just as Job had been comforted, she would be, too; her children would be returned to her. Jeremiah was right: we returned after the First Exile ended, just as Jacob's descendants had returned from Egypt. The Second Exile has ended, too. After every exile, we have returned because we belong to the Land, we are the children of "Mother Zion."

Our relationship to the Land is primary. Abraham had to go to “a land that I will show you” before he learned to “walk with god.”

Over the millennium, Judaism helped us preserve our awareness of our connection to the Land even as it preserved us. However, in some ways, it may obscure our relationship to the Land.

The traditional prayers were written in response to the destruction of the Jerusalem Temple. Words became a substitute for a place and for ritual. Words can be reinterpreted, but they may still stand between life and us. Pilgrimage and ritual were lived experiences from which we could grow in entirely new directions; words are cognitive. Traditional prayers expressed our yearning to return to the Land, but they focused on the symbol of the destroyed temple.

Keeping kosher has kept us Jewish, but it has also become an end in itself. Many Jews visiting Jerusalem feel they aren’t “really” keeping kosher because it takes no effort to order in restaurants, or purchase food in stores, since nearly every establishment is kosher. In Israel, you don’t have to do anything to be Jewish; you simply are. (Once you get used to it, it's wonderful!)

Striving to keep the Land in our memories, the rabbis who wrote the Babylonian Talmud chose to expound on Temple sacrifices. On the other hand, the Palestinian Talmud, written by rabbis still living in the Land, does not address rituals once performed in the Temple that had been destroyed by the Romans, in a city where they were forbidden to step foot. Since they had continued to live in the Land, they focused on its the agricultural cycles. Six hundred years later, the Palestinian Talmud would be neglected in favor of the Babylonian Talmud. (The culture of Babylonia influenced the writers of the Bavli into a twisted and mistrustful view of women new to Jewish culture.)

The Exile has ended; shouldn’t the prayers of people living in the Land change?

A few years ago, I came to the conclusion that Judaism had been out of the Land too long and its "traditional" forms had lost something essential. Like other religions, Orthodox Judaism has also come to focus on preserving itself and its leaders. Secular Israelis are present to the Land and to each other; the datim, the religious, did not seem to have those connections. Outside of Israel, Reform Jews and Reform rabbis exhibit sincerity, care, social awareness, and ethics; in the Land, as someone once told me, “The good folk are eating at Café Smadar on Shabbat.”

The Land is our home. “Traditional” Judaism, in Israel, is a thing in itself. The rabbis preserve themselves and their authority. Could one of the reasons that many Israelis are secular be that traditional Judaism focuses on memories of the Land instead of the Land?

Today, many people have re-discovered that if we recall our relationship to the earth, we will be recalled to ourselves. I feel that when I hike outdoors. I feel it even more when I am in Israel—even in a city. Going back to our roots, becoming our truest selves, can only be done if we are present to this place and moment, if we become aware of the sacred moving through life. Rationality won't help you know what is appropriate for you at this particular moment. We need act for our souls and for the Land (whatever land we live in) regardless of what other people expect of us.

Our relationship with the Land has been a series of returns and exiles. Abraham “returned” to himself when he entered the Land. During a famine, the children of Jacob left for Egypt; their children returned. Ruth “returned.” Isaiah asked the exiles in Babylon, “Are you ready to change?” Will you gratefully embrace living in the Land?

Hidden in the holiday of Purim (“lots”) and the Scroll of Esther is the message that we might—but only by chance—survive outside our Land, but we will never belong in those other places no matter how we try to assimilate. (Esther was named after the goddess Ishtar and Mordechai after the god Marduk, but it was chance, not their Babylonian names that saved their lives.) Even though God is never mentioned in the Scroll of Esther, it is said that this is the only text that will be read in the Days to Come.

When secular Jews from Europe began returning to the Land in the early 1800s, they saw the Land in a different light than their exiled ancestors had seen it. The blinders of belief—religious belief, anyway—had been removed. I do not know how Sephardic and Mizrachi Jews already living in the Land viewed it. Ironically, religious, European Jews initially opposed returning to the Land for theological reasons: the Messiah had to get us there, we should not do it on our own; they had internalized the idea of being powerless.

In the kibbutzim of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, holidays were celebrated only as agricultural holidays, without reference to their historical or theological themes, e.g., Shavuot was only a harvest festival, it wasn’t the anniversary of the giving of the Torah at Mount Sinai.

Secular Israelis focus on the ground under their feet. They say of ritual practice: we don’t need to do that because living in the Land is enough. (although... when I was in Israel, I helped harvest oranges that would be given to the poor during shmita, the sabbatical year, and every once in a while, a secular Israeli would surprise me with a commitment to some aspect of religious tradition.)

As far as I know, kibbutzniks did not know of god's consort, Asherah. (Wouldn't it be nice if they had?) And Ima Adamah, Mother Earth, was only a poetic concept.

When Jerusalem was regained, soldiers prayed at the Wall. They did not go to the Temple Mount; for the sake of peace, Israel declared that Muslims would retain control of Temple Mount. Secular Israelis (i.e., most Israelis) don’t dream of a rebuilt Temple. They are far more down to earth.

Where can I learn more about being connected to one's ancestral land? In addition to reading Tanakh with greater attention, I wonder what might be learned from reading Celtic myths. Although Celts and Jews were always very different, my gut tells me they had something in common.

My knowledge of history is limited, but it seems Rome had a special animosity toward these two peoples, especially to their religions. It was not the religious bigotry of Christianity or the racial bigotry of the modern era. It was an animosity towards those who would not succumb to Roman authority. Both people were committed to freedom. Was there something shared by these two religions that the Romans feared could outlive their empire and their culture? Perhaps both these spiritualties had an awareness of the land and of the present moment that wasn’t blinded by fear of empire.

The teachings of the Druids were not committed to paper. Once written down, belief ossifies, people focus on someone else's experiences instead of seeking their own. Once written down it becomes primary and must be preserved. Judaism was not always as deeply grounded in text as it has been for the last two thousand years. The Torah was read aloud to the people, but most stories, laws, and moral teachings were oral. Before Rome destroyed the Second Temple it was forbidden to commit the oral tradition to paper. Since those traditions weren’t written down yet, early Christians appropriated less than half our sacred texts—the part they demean by calling it the “Old” Testament—and developed their own understanding of them. Christianity feels like an extension of the Roman Empire.

The oral teachings were committed to paper immediately after the destruction of the Temple. During the siege of Jerusalem, a teacher named Yohanan ben Zakkai had himself smuggled out of the city in a coffin so that he could speak to the Roman general, Vespasian. He predicted that Vespasian would destroy the Temple and become emperor of Rome. Flattered, Vespasian granted Yohanan ben Zakkai’s request that ben Zakkai and a few other sages be permitted to set up a center of Jewish learning there. (Yohanan ben Zakkai abandoned his people to save his religion, but it is partly due to him that Jews in the Diaspora retained their heritage.)

It was the sages in Yavneh who wrote down an outline of the oral law, the Mishnah, and then rabbis in Palestine and Bablyonia commented on it, creating the Talmud.

Before the state was destroyed and the people dispersed, Jewish prayer was spontaneous. Prayers became set after the destruction to substitute for pilgrimage to the Temple, animal sacrifices, and other offerings. Centuries later, Moses Mendelssohn recognized that something had atrophied. Traditional prayers, he said,
resound with perpetually repeated sighs for the return of the lost land… even in the prayers of thanks for food and joy and in the blessings under the canopy, there resounds the plaintive cry of slaves… who pine for the Messiah who shall bring the dispersed remnants of Israel back to Palestine.
The majority of olim, before the Shoah, were secular idealists, not the traditionally religious. Tht's why they were able to create a Jewish state. Today, many Israelis say that living in the land is enough.

Religion is essential to remember who we are in the diaspora, but we can only be fully ourselves, when we are rooted in our own land.



Sunday, February 9, 2014

B is for Books - Cold Mountain

Inspired by the Pagan Blog Project.

My favorite novel is Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier. People seem to either love this book or hate it. Before I finished reading the first paragraph, I knew I’d love it.

At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman’s eyes and the long wound at his neck drew them, and the sound of their wings and the touch of their feet were soon more potent than a yardful of roosters in rousing a man to wake.

There are small spoilers ahead, but I do not give away the whole story. 

The first chapter introduces Inman, a teenaged, Confederate soldier who is in the hospital, recovering from a battle wound. He recalls many of the horrors he saw in the fighting and decides to return to his home on Cold Mountain and to the young girl he loves, Ada.

Inman is supremely competent and able to deal with all the physical challenges he faces during his journey home. The twisted landscape and the corruption he encounters force Inman to look within his soul and assess his values. His real journey is within.

Each of Inman's chapters relates a different encounter. Inman meets a Reverend Dimmesdale type character in one chapter. In another, he stays in a caravan with a woman who has spent years alone in the wilderness, raising goats and sketching plants, unaware that time is passing and that she is aging.

It seems all southern novels are required to reference Greek literature, so one chapter is a reference to The Odyssey. Inman passes this test, too.

The memory of one encounter still makes me cry: Inman finds a woman who is sitting by the side of the road weeping. Her daughter had died in the night, but the ground is frozen so the woman cannot bury her. Inman follows her back to her cabin, digs a grave, buries the girl, and says an impromptu prayer. The child’s mother wraps up a considerable amount of food for him, saying she does not have the heart to cook. When he has walked some distance away from the cabin, he hears her shout. She runs to him and begs him to come back. “Some day, I won’t be able to forgive myself for not making you a meal.” Inman did not just help her bury her child; he gave her hope that there might be a future in which she could feel something besides the loss of her child.

In one long and fascinating chapter, Inman recalls his friendship with a Cherokee boy and the tribe’s redemption myth. 

Redemption, and the different paths a man and a woman take to be redeemed, are the themes of the book. The love story is secondary. (Whoever wrote the screenplay never read the book.)

The other main character of Cold Mountain is Ada, a teenaged girl alone in her large home on Cold Mountain. Her father, a preacher, has died and all the men have gone to fight in the war. We meet her hiding from an angry rooster, having failed to steal an egg with which to feed herself.

A southern belle transplanted to the mountains because of her father’s health, Ada is accomplished at playing the piano, drawing, and reading Greek. However, she is completely unable to run a farm and care for herself, having always relied on other people.

Ada lives inside herself. Because she is painfully shy, she finds it very difficult to write to Inman and express her love for him. Ada’s plight is the opposite of Inman’s; she must learn to step outside herself and be competent in the world.

Once, on a walk to the post office looking for a letter from Inman, she stops at a neighbor’s farm, hoping to be invited in for a meal. The neighbor gives her a jar of jam, unaware of just how hungry Ada is. A mile or so from the woman’s home, Ada sits on the side of the hill and eats all the jam with her fingers. She falls asleep there and wakes under the stars.

Finally, someone introduces Ada to Ruby, a girl who decidedly does know how to survive. When Ruby was a toddler, her father, a drunk and a gambler who always had a new scheme, would leave her alone for days. Somehow, Ruby survived and learned all she needed to know to work a farm. The two girls reach an agreement about working Ada's farm together and Ada’s outward journey begins.

One chapter is a surprise. It focuses on an unlikely character. The message is that anyone can be redeemed and anything can be the means of that redemption.

The bond between Ada and Ruby may be more important than the relationship between Ada and Inman. Ruby helps her grow both in practical competence and in self-awareness; she is partly responsible for Ada's redemption. (When Ada lets Ruby play with one of her rings, I imagine that Ruby puts it on her ring finger, symbolically showing their bond.) I admire Charles Frazier for portraying women’s friendship so well.

**Big Spoilers Ahead**

When Inman arrives on Cold Mountain, Ada is overjoyed, but her first words to him are, “No matter what happens between us, Ada stays.” 

People have different feelings about the end of the book. I think it's perfect.

I just wonder... is the loss of Ada’s little finger a message that all losses are smaller than the life that remains?

Friday, February 7, 2014

Exalted One‏

I dreamed last night: Brighid entered my home as a healer. She bathed my face with water and consoled me. As she began teaching me to kindle fire inside my body, I woke up.


Shrouded and brilliant Presence,
heal us in the night, rekindle lamps dimmed by grief
walk with us into daylight once again



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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Seasons


the Gaian Tarot
Last summer, I began a handwritten journal to help me understand the relationship that I assumed existed between the seasons and my moods. It was a few weeks before Lúnasa and I hoped the journal would also be part of a spiritual journey within nature.

Each day I wrote about something I'd seen on a walk or in my yard.

Many mornings were filled with grace and calm. At the height of summer, I calmly accepted that the growing light would wake me before dawn and started each day gently. With the first light, I poured water into pie plates half buried in the ground, hoping to help more baby quails survive the dry desert. I tended frailer plants and put out sugar water for the hummingbirds and the bees. Then I walked my stone circle, calling the directions, speaking new words each day.

I thought about the seasons and the elements, I spent an evening with a shaman, I took short walks, I watched the hummingbird moths in the evenings, and tried not to dread the approach of winter. I wanted to see the world as clearly as a human can, without any veil of belief coming between us.

(My mind was still active and it had many questions. Most were about the stars. However, I discovered that I had become terrified of the night and could not stay outside to watch them. I had dreams of traveling in space, unwillingly steering my ship away from stars and civilizations toward dark, starless regions that terrified me.)

Wheel of the Year Spread

I did not lose myself in nature as I had as an adolescent. I did not forget that I was the one seeing or smelling or hearing. I knew who was watching the clouds on the horizon or listening to the birds, but I did absorb the season into my body.

During the nine days before Lúnasa, I attempted to distill what I'd learned of the season into a ritual. (A friend and I create rituals together and do them over the phone.)

As we approached winter, my experience of each day changed slightly. In mid-November, I found myself spending less of each day out in nature. Birds and bees had migrated, some bad news arrived, the weather became colder and the days darker. 

Within me, though, I found a reserve of sunlight.

Later, because I’d stayed almost entirely indoors for so long, I had no experiences with which to plan a Winter Solstice ritual. A different idea occurred to me when I noticed that the day of Solstice would not be the single shortest day of the year. Daylight would last nine hours and fifty-six minutes from December 18th until December 25th. I would let myself collapse into the "eight days of darkness." I did not hide from it. I embraced the dark. And on December 26th, winter ended for me. I was able to see how close we were to summer.

This was partly a matter of perspective. It was also a reality. While much of the continent was experiencing unusually cold weather, we had an early summer. There were days in January when I worked in my yard wearing only jeans and a t-shirt.

Imbolc Fire
I still did not renew my relationship to the world outside my doors, and so there was no shape or meaning to the nine days preceding Imbolc. What would I do?

According to a stellar calendar, Imbolc occurred yesterday, February 3rd, at 14:55 MST. It was cloudy and quite cold in the morning when I took a walk. I still wondered what I could do to mark the day.

I lit a candle and spent the night wondering about the future.


http://toshevetmidbar.blogspot.co.il/2014/02/seasons_54.html
2/4/14, 1:42 PM
Mountain Standard Time

Saturday, February 1, 2014

The Love of Friends

During our Pagan Tea Time, Rhyd Wildermuth and I spoke about many things: music, wands, home, family, his studies with OBOD, books, Powells, and Ursula K. LeGuin.

In addition to being nice and interesting, Rhyd showed immense admiration for my boy cat.

At some point during our conversation, I asked him if he really remembered love. He thought about it and said, if I recall correctly, that he remembered what went with it, what his life was like then.

That's all that I recall about romantic relationships, too. It seems to me that friendship is a stronger bond even though it comes without responsibility or expectations. For some reason, the strongest friendships seem to be between people who are very different.

And friendship transcends death. You can accept being separated if you know that you loved and were loved without reservation. You don’t have to cling to promises of another world or reincarnation, because the memory of a friend's love strengthens your soul.