Season’s Christalizations

“I love Jesus. I love the Pagan Solstice Christmas pine. I love Mother Earth, I love Goddess Shakti. I love my Buddha-heart. I love freedom from religious authority. I love the perfect consistency of my contradictions. I love luscious berries of fire and mistletoe clustered on the cross of paradox. I love the tree of life, where I am ripening fruit. I love the newborn sun.

And I love what my body says to my soul. ‘Every particle of me is made of Matter, Mater, Mother Dust, each atom a cathedral where pilgrims arrive from the stars to celebrate the miracle of flesh. O my soul, You irradiate the world through me. I am your dance. Let there be no more talk of our difference.’ And so after thousands of years of religious combat, my body and my soul are Christalized in one magnum mysterium.

And where does this mystery occur? In the nameless roadside shrine of my chest, in a flame that never stops burning yet has never been lit until Now. Here I celebrate the birth of God, who is this Breath.” Fred LaMotte


photo by j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved, 2019


“If I must be wrung through the paradox — broken into wholeness, wring me around the moon; pelt me with particles from the dark side. Fling me into space; hide me in a black hole. Let me dance with devils on dead stars. Let my scars leave brilliant traces, for my highborn soul seeks its hell — in high places.” Avah Pevlor Johnson

j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved
j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved


Enough Free People? No.

“After we protested and went to jail and then went to court and was—had a guilty verdict, right? That week, the president came to New York and said, ‘Edward Koch was one of the great mayors in the last 50 years,’ and then said, ‘Michael Bloomberg was a terrific mayor.’ Now, this is the same person saying we’ve got to care for black boys, and black boys are being intimidated, harassed, humiliated, 1,800 a day. It’s just not a matter of pretty words, Mr. President. You’ve got to follow through in action. You see, you can’t use the words to hide and conceal your mendacity, hypocrisy and the support of criminality—or enactment of criminality when it comes to drones, you see.

And the sad thing is, Sister Amy, is that we just don’t have enough free people, let alone free black people. Black people, we settled for so little, so we get a little symbolic gesture, we get a little identification, and like on MSNBC, which is part of the Obama plantation, they start breakdancing again: ‘Oh, isn’t it so wonderful? He’s really one of us. We can now wave the flag again. We can now support our mindless Americanism,’ in the language of my dear brother Maulana Karenga, intellectual that he is. No. We ought to be over against injustice, no matter what, across the board, and be vigilant about it. I don’t care what color the president or the governor or the mayor is.” — Cornel West in an interview with Amy Goodman of Democracy Now

On Trees…

(And people especially)

“When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” Hermann Hesse


Strip away these stony shields… curl me up a budding nudity, shining open in love’s sweetest light; melt me down a soulful vulnerability pulsing, humming yum ‘til all the lil masks fall laughing on the ground, bowing to the best of real, unfolding heart, heart, heart…

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2012

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2012

Courageous Hearts…

“If we were fearless we wouldn’t need to be brave. Fear is part of every human life- it arises & fades away & arise again- & still we go on living. Reminds me of a quote from Viktor Frankl, author of Man’s Search For Meaning, survivor of the WWII concentration camps: ‘What is to give light must endure burning.’ We are marked, melted & molded, tried, tested & tempered by life. And still our courageous hearts choose life.” Oriah House from her Facebook page, Oriah Mountain Dreamer

‘nough said…

Splendid Sams

“What senses and perceptions have we neutered or suppressed through the false sophistication we use to hide our common human frailties?

The wise person knows that those healed senses can bring renewal, making us aware of the multitude of worlds that surround us. This simple understanding stands at the core of human potential, holding the open door that invites us to drop our masks. Without the blinders, we may remember who we really are and the powers of perception we hold. At the very least, we could be fortunate enough to rehabilitate our human compassion and sensitivity.” Jamie Sams – Earth Medicine, Ancestors’ Ways of Harmony for Many Moons

Sams, whether intentional or not, is a beautiful champion for nudity of soul, of human being human. With that loveliest of re-dresses, we find a wholeness nothing can surpass and an exquisite sensitivity birthing heart’s best songs each day. So, off I go to sun shining and day calling, excruciatingly aware of how achingly, preciously flawed I am and how the stripping away of the masks I wore has hurt. But beautifully so…

Photo by Kate Stetler Holgate, Used by Permission