Bless the Birds?

“As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you.” Joseph Campbell

I have to say bird shite has been finding a sure path to my er, path lately. Literally and metaphorically. This quote’s a great reminder to keep laughing. And dancing…

Bird in the Storm…

“There is no escape… You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shrink nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen… You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you!” Hermann Hesse


God is the Name…

“God is the name by which I designate all things which cross my path violently and recklessly, all things which alter my plans and intentions, and change the course of my life, for better or worse.” Carl Jung

all things which turn my soul inside out,
fretting my spirit a song,
fingers playing me along the song of humanity,
this melody, me, sometimes serene,
and then suddenly crescendo-ing a new direction,

all because this God drags me to the ground,
stuffing the dirt of life’s truth into my mouth,
down my throat, into my stomach
to churn something more sustaining
than any assembly-line belief system solace could stew.

more real than any brew of words could induce
and yet the words come spilling out
the evidence of something new.

God is the name by which I describe all torrents and currents
shifting my tides into a more passionate storm of living.
And Goddess greets me in the details revealed, the aftermath,
their mutual conspiracy unfolding a life.

*with thanks to Carl Jung for reminding me*

j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved

j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved

Constellations Colliding

Previously quoted, posted, appreciated, re-stated and applicable always and especially today:

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” Anaïs Nin

My world has roiled lately with backlash (my back gave out, a regular event in my life for over 2 decades now, fortunately only every 2 years) and more backlash (constellations colliding). I’m amazed, in spite of 45 years of living, at the seeming contradiction of realities residing in one individual, including myself. And multiplied across the planet almost exponentially: Loving, giving, punitive, manipulative. Unable to see it as such. Wait. Whiplash. My back hurts. Not that I’m perfect. (Shhh) Not that there’s any such thing.

But why? Why do people feel it acceptable to push others into a corner and call it motivation? Frown on anything not rigid, not controlled by fear of judgement, not bending to narrow-minded perspectives and, as they frown, self-justified, turn and declare the one-not-cowed “immature,” why? It’s not only heartless. It’s illogical. (I see this in the media everyday. I roll my eyes. But when it knocks on my door. WAAH!)

( And as I analyze and deal with this fact in some situations, if I continue to go after all that’s wrong about it I refuse the truth I’m embracing in this quote. o.O )

We had an event in my home this week. Not directly. But definitely involving a huge victory for my oldest and youngest children’s robotics team followed by this smashing crash with bits and parts flying everywhere as constellations collided in a pile of relationship flotsam. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t love. It was ridiculously confusing. (And still is.) It amounted to a refusal to see the acceptable humanity in another and a sad, rigid perspective of behavior with resulting punitive elements thrown in for good measure.

After a crazy scramble to salvage what can be salvaged, I land on this Anaïs Nin gem and can only comfort myself with the fact that some things can’t and won’t be reconciled. Not logically. But heartfully…

the heart is another matter, residing on planes and resting in soil refusing sometimes to ruthlessly record the wrongdoings and unjust goings on but deciding instead to remember the love (not that this is always the best approach, mind you!), growing a harvest hopefully nourishing soul. We know we won’t be able to fathom the motivations or stated justifications since we don’t live on whatever planet some live on but we do fathom the love regardless. The love we feel in spite of it. The investment made and the hopes nurtured. Somehow smashed bits of relationship flotsam can be pieced back together. For now.

I’m left with a deeper appreciation for the fact that one facet (or say, 20!) of any one person is not all there is to know and what we choose to embrace in our challenging experiences with those less desirable layers will reveal and deepen our capacity for love. If we allow it…but the backlash can be challenging.

As it turns out, we all know each other as well as we know outer space and the mechanisms and multitudinous intricacies of mitochondrial function and the core of the earth. And. Ad Infinitum. And the certainty of uncertainty. As much as I’m able to accept that anything is possible from person to person, that some people suddenly change their pattern of behavior (without doing drugs or having a psychotic break) because this is the way it is, there are still times when I’m blown away by the sudden turn of events. And the backlash is surreal.

The point of maturity reveals itself in how skillfully we discern which situation calls for a broader vision of tolerance and which scenario simply cannot allow us to continue the dance. And even then. We don’t always know what we think we know until the songs are over (or until the metaphors are finished roiling in the oven of transformation, threatening to stink up the post in a confusion of impressions!).

So, we shall see.

Profound Reasons…

“We made it through because we are needed here. We are each here to uncover and honor profound reasons for being. We are each here as part of the sacred dance, stepping on each other’s toes and turning each other toward God, one clumsy step after another. Although the ultimate romance is with your own soul, it is our experiences together that give birth to the essential lessons. Every sacred purpose is a buried treasure, essential to the advancement of the collective soul. If we get off the dance floor, we postpone others’ lessons too.” Jeff Brown, rocking some beautiful truth.

Those profound reasons may never win us the more widely recognized trophies of accomplishment or achievement. They may not bring us even the slightest notice beyond that moment of uncovering their meaning. But to hold them dearly, to embody their gold, to know we are more than enough is priceless treasure.

Here’s to the courage to take those risks for meaning, for believing we are here to uncover profound reasons while the world tosses so many excuses to just be assimilated, to forget any idea of purpose beyond consuming, beyond maintaining the status quo.

Here’s to the dance…



I understand there are rules for best engagement of followers of one’s blog and best practices for optimal lah tee dah and such with blogs and all and well and so I manage social media for a few folks but I don’t. have. it. here. This week. For bloggin. See, I meant to type an actual “g” on the end of that one and it just didn’t work out well for me. (But I do so appreciate the likes and comments I do get. But do I go visit others blogs ‘though I want to? No. As it turns out I have x hours in a day. And the evil hour fairy has been coming along lately and stealing time from me, inserting new and unusual events of upheaval surreal and demand duh wow.)

Sometimes I just don’t like the rules. No wait. Ask most who know me well. I don’t like most rules. Usually. (But I’m not disrespectful of good boundaries or rude.)

So this is an unruly post. (un-ruley) o.O And unprofessional and unkempt and uncoherent. (Yes, I know it’s not a word.)

See. I’m in the spin cycle of life, of growth, of parenting, of personal change and good god, so much else. There will be more regularly scheduled goings on here but in the mean time, I’m  lazy posting quotes that rock my world (I know. Imagine that with all the quotes drowning newsfeeds on Facebook!). I mean, really. They blow me away. While I can’t write, other people (Rebelle Society folks, for one/some), are just blazing a trail of wonder. And I sit back and go “oh yeah, I remember writing! Look! Why should I?! They got it goin’ on!”

So, the rules don’t much apply today (what’s left of it at 11:11).

But it’s all good…

(for now).