Mhorrigan's Mirror

Its the most Wonderful Time of the Year

noreply@blogger.com (Mhorrigan) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:56:00 +0000

wondering where the time has slipped to?   where have i been?   most likely daydreaming.
feet are firmly planted on the ground.   working on goals, identifying the best one as Self care.
taking measure to indulge in it!

I love this time of year in many ways.
My children come home for the Holi-daze.
abundant madness and maniacal magnificence.
our Yule Log

celebrating family, music and wishes.

i like to look back on the year and embrace the wonderment of the Whoosh of time; reminiscent of the BASF commercials.

what have i accomplished?.
what can i learn from?
what can i plan to dream about?
plot vacation time for the coming year.
look forward to turning 47 next month.

most importantly, just be.

hope what ever HOLIDAY you celebrate, that it is Joyous and Abundant w Laughter and Love

Blessings
M~

pledge of allegience

noreply@blogger.com (Mhorrigan) — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 00:12:00 +0000

i am in need of expressing how i felt earlier today, and have been holding on to this feeling since i was a young girl.

there is something i cannot quiet put my finger on , bear with me as i process aloud.

i grew up in the 70s and pollution was ramapnt.

i rememebr being upset about the TV commercial.

i was 8 years old

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OHG7tHrNM

i am almost 47 years old and i am still upset.

i love this PLanet, OUr Earth, our Mother

I love the magic of the Universe, in its chaos and beauty.

everything appears to be symbiotic.

except. us.

i can talk about all the good things we do, and the destrucitve things we do, does this fit into the order of chaos? this is a conversation for anotehr time.

what i want to express is this.

today i saw on the news feed, of a place far far far away.

a place where i often dreamt of going . may you have too.

my uncle gave me a book about the Amazon forest when i was 8 and a national geographic subscription for years...

yes.

far away lands of Mother earth and the universe readily accessible to the mind of me.

Chief Raoni, of the Kayapo, was infomred by the Presedient of Brazil, that his peoples lands will be corrupted, stolen, raped and murdered. thousands will be homeless, native species of plants and animals not "lost" (a sterile word,) realistically serially murdered.

all in the name of PROGRESS

and 11000 mega electric Monte Belo dam

a million acres of land, inhabited by indenious people, animals, trees, plants and soil.

ya feeling it.?

has it settled in?

The guardians of the forest

The Kayapó indigenous people of Brazil have an impressive record of protecting their traditional lands from invasion and deforestation. Official Kayapó territories span 11 million hectares (27.2 million acres) in the southeastern Amazon and form, by far, the largest single protected tract of tropical forest in the world. Today, indigenous lands are virtually the only barrier to the wave of deforestation and fires sweeping across the region as forests are razed for agriculture. This barrier effect occurs because indigenous people, who depend on the forest for survival, assert their land rights and actively contest frontier expansion.

The Kayapó indigenous territories in Pará and Mato Grosso states provide a striking example of the barrier to deforestation and present an extraordinary opportunity for conservation at a multi-landscape scale.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tz_t6HdR44&feature=share

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvbOTrczxAA&feature=share

i had a viseral reaction to this today.

a remebrence of seeing the indian crying when i was 8, and seeing the image today.

it all resurfaced.

all those memeories of wanting the Earth to be the Garden.

i felt fractured, blown wide open. sick. wanting to howl, weep, escape to the underground, the trees, run wild thru the woods like i was running for my life.

i wanted to ring everydoorbell, drive my car -honk my horn and scream to anyone who would listen.

i took time to my self to regroup to go to Her and Myself and listen ...

i know what i can do

i can contiune to be a Stweard and do my part.

LIVE EARTH CONSCIOUSNESS

IMPROVE MY connection w her.

improve Public awareness.

take more time to do the work

to let the leaders know this is NOT OK

what can you do? what will you do?

http://amazonwatch.org/take-action/stop-the-belo-monte-monster-dam#.ToN-ftcrH5w.facebook

prayers to the Kayapo Peoples.

oracle anyone?

noreply@blogger.com (Mhorrigan) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:50:00 +0000

Im not sure if i am approaching this writing in honor of my ability to step into the 21st century or my embarrassment of being attached to technology.

let me sit with this for a minute.

i think i will consult w one of my apps.

What the bleep is an APP?

app is short for application.

application to what?

a program for your phone, computer or other electronic device!

ok, i thought phones and computers were already programmed?

yes they are, now days, you can customize your device to be and act they way you would like it to.

oh..... so it is like an Oracle! hahah i get it.

ya. this was my internal dialogue for the last 3 months.

my first iphone, i got for mothers day, i was apprehensive, actually avoidadant of getting one for a few years becasue of the tehnology of, fear of becoming a person that walks into traffic whle "texting" etc.

there was a time when i had a flip motorola flip phone the razor...

my husband and i had matching flip razor phones. his was silver, mine black.

easy to use.

phone rang, took fair pictures and you could text, which at that time i was really horrible at.

..and if you had the data plan for the net, you could read your email.!

all i wanted or could do, was make and recive calls.

then one day, the phone slid out of my sweatshirt pocket into the toilet.

yup.

it worked. for a while.

then it did'nt

"get an iphone" my husband says. he had already upgraded to a black berry and iphone.

naw.... i dont need that i just need to make calls maybe a better key pad. everyone is texting.

thats how we communicate w our kids now.

i was without a phone for 3 months. no land line. no cell phone. and i liked it.

i eventually gave in.

one rainiy novemebr night, i got another cellphone

certainly could text better. even had it for a few years long after i could upgrade.

so.... on mothers day of this year i dove in.

::insert the music:::

yup got an iPhone "4".

petrified of it! held on to it like it was a baby!

afriad of its awesomeness, nurturing and not knowing what to do with it.

look at that, now my husband and i had mathcing phones again. his black, mine white.

6 weeks later, i was carrying the cellphone in my hand and all the beach gear,

goal was to pack the Jeep

why was i carrying my phone.?

i had this moment of -what the hell am i doing?

i am carrying my phone now while i am doing stuff??

ohno. where is the paparazzi?

i place the phone on the bumper wheel well of the jeep.

load the jeep up for a day of adventure in the sun.

ya...

3miles donw the road. i had a realization, as if i left the baby on the bumper...

the phone !!! rush of panic!!

stop the jeep!

omg!!

"no worries" my husband says, he has an APP to locate my phone.

an app to locate my phone??

lo and behold. there it was, pulsing on the map. up the road.

we turn around go .25 mile and there the baby was. in the middle of the road.

the glass screen shattered. body was still intact. shards of glass, most delicate glass ever...

it still worked. yet you couldnt hold it.

i gently wrapped it in papertowel and mourned the loss of my phone.

more like 600 bucks out the window.

i chuckled, knowing the phone stayed on the jeep wheel well as long as it did!

the next day, i got to the land of Apple. i was gifted w a new phone.

a "one time get out of jail card."

so kids, get an otterbox. if you are absent minded and a clutz like me,

its like the Charmin of iphone cases.!

and so i have been able to keep my second phone, free from trauma for at least the last 3 months.

to be continued.....

the mists

noreply@blogger.com (Mhorrigan) — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 13:05:00 +0000

Morning Fog

I love the dense earth scent when fog envelops everything.

I awoke this morning not fully in my body, wondering if i was still dreaming, as everything was dreamscaped.

Zappa my black cat, lounging next to me, purring intently, one arm on my face. Zeppelin, his loyal brother, sitting on my chest, eyes as big as an owls peering into mine, tapping my face. wakey wakey.

.my lovely 4 legged beloveds were waiting for me. Gimli greating me with his usual morning melody of howls. Dain, his elderly father, tail wagging, lumbers thru whining in excitement.

our morning ritual begins.

the walk thru the neighborhood was refreshing. the mists hung low. the neighbors houses shrouded in mists. in the deep distant mists, the crows greeted me with morning prayer.

-as i walked closer to the pond, i wondered if it truley ever existed....

for the the pond and Island were now, no where to be found.

Dense Fog rolled thru the land, shrouding all in Mystery.

The Geese were heard, but not seen, flying out of the Mystery, honking loudly and flying low.

ah... how i love this sleepy time of year. the earth so rich w life and decay.

reminders of the delicate balance of Life.

the Whispers of the Winter being spoken amongst the Trees..

What secrets do they have?

Preparring for the long Descent to Winter.

Where Will it Take you?

What Will You Work on.?

Twilight is Here.

just for today

noreply@blogger.com (Mhorrigan) — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 00:30:00 +0000

New Moon , new day, new season, new sign. so much newness.

enter stage left, Libra. balancer of time and justice, creativityand social change.

Where are you during this phase??

I am right here.

exactly as i need to be.

allowing myself to accept this.

what is this?

what we have here is a place to explore the dynamic wonders of thought, life, action, moon phases, dreams, what makes us mad, what makes us move, what we aspire to be.

I feel like i could burst i have so much to share.

where do i start?

i will start with the desert.

a year ago i was on a Chakra retreat in Joshua Tree, with a fabulous bunch of people from Yoga Blend http://yogablend.com/YogaBlend/Home.html

while in a meditation, i had a vision similiar to this image, except her face was smeared w red.

in her language, i was advised to seek the way of Priestess Path.

http://alisastarkweather.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogsection&id=2&Itemid=33

somehow in this meditation- vision, i was able to communicate with her, and tried to rationalize that i could not possibly engage in the Priestess Path for it had already begun and i was already too late.

(public service announcement:: lesson is not to reject a vision or argue w the ancestors. )

what i could do, is stand in as a woman for the red tent temple movement and raise my own red tent.

(see videos on side bar and or navigate thru the previous link)

here we are a year later, and i finished my first year Priestess Path and will be entering into my second year in just 3 weeks.

not only that, tonight, as i create and write this blog, i am holding -building a red tent temple.

i stepped into that committment a year ago, and need to seek out my goal and expound on that dream. no matter what the vison, the idea, moving forward is the first step.

whether or not you begin alone is not important, because we are never truely alone. the ancestors are in our bones, and guiding us along the way.

and so for all of you women out there reading this blog well past the now , this time and this space is held for you by me and all the other women before us.

it is ok- hold this space, ideally create the intention and witness the threading.

so imagine if you will, this space is yours.

Blessings,