Tree Spirit

There are people who cross your path and whose creativity becomes a part of your own journey. Such has been the case with the gifted artist, Jeanette Amlie.  I am the proud home of one of Jeanette’s paintings although that painting is not the subject of today’s post.

Recently Jeanette posted a new painting on Facebook and offered for me to tell “her” story.  I have sat with this image for a couple of weeks now, allowing her presence to become part of my inner world, waiting for her to reveal to me who she is.  I humbly share my words along with Jeanette’s painting here today.

tree spirit jeanette

They think they know me
those who see me, all dressed up,
in my early Spring blossoms.
They come by to smell,
to take pictures,
to oooh and ahh and pose beside me.
Standing beneath my early growth
they exclaim and are convinced
they know my purpose.

They think they know me
those who notice me
covered in Summer’s greenery
They talk about me
as though I am not even here
while climbing my branches
they take no notice
of the scratches and scars
they leave behind.
They act as though I am here
for them, only for them
and they are sure I serve
their purpose.

They think they know me
and that I am thrilled to
have them praise my beauty
during the peak of Autumn
My colours enchant them and
each year they notice whether
the reds and oranges are deeper
or lighter than the year before
and they are sure I spread out
all of my glory to please them
that my purpose here is
to bless them at each turning
of the wheel.

They think they know me
and yet they turn away from
who I truly am
My strength and endurance
are of little interest to them
the twists and turns that
the winds have wrought mean
nothing in their world
When I am bowed down by rain
when hail beats upon my door
when illness comes
they are too busy to care for me
thinking always that I am
here for them
but only when it serves their purpose.

I am this
rooted in the dark damp soil
of HER creation
I am strong and supple
and every curve
every joint tells the story
of my being here
there have been times
of quick growth when
all the elements seemed
to celebrate my being here
and there have been the
dark times of storms
that whipped about my body
and caused me to tremble
at their passing

I am this
from blossom
to leaf
to wild colour
and being bare
I am one who stands
in praise of life
who watches over
those gifted to share
my space
I have been home
to many
I have fed the soil around
me with riches
with my blood
I have joined the choir song
of life and have listened to stories
while together we
marveled at moon and stars

If you want to know me
you too must learn
to be naked before HER

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty

 

 

 

 

The Circle

book and feather

I have stood outside the circle
throughout my journey here.
Feeling I was different, perhaps
even unacceptable.

I have seen the circle, at times,
the women gathered around the
fire built within the stone hearth.

I have stood apart, watching,
as they held hands
I have listened to their voices
as they raised their hearts in song.

And I have walked on,
satisfied in my aloneness
too busy to allow myself to yearn.

Did I think I was unworthy?
Did I feel I didn’t need them?
That the warmth of the fire,
of the circle was not for me?

And then the women came to me,
appeared in dreams and visions,
calling me to come sit by the fire.

We are less without you,
your presence enriches us.
And so it is that I sit within the circle
being cherished and tended to.

 

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty

Seduced by Love

I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but sometime in the past couple of weeks my amazing friend Jacqueline and I agreed we would share, each from our space on the topic of Seduced by Love. She was to go first and did so, yesterday on her beautiful blog.  You can find her post here and be warned, Jacqueline’s writing is powerful, moving and comes straight from her passionate, sensual soul.  She set the bar high and my response to her was that “I would limbo”.

I had no idea what I would write. Seduced by love doesn’t sound like a topic you would find me writing about, does it? Or does it?  As I’ve sat with this the past couple of weeks and especially after reading Jacqueline’s beautiful post I knew what my heart wanted to say. Somehow I wanted to express the love that blooms between us and the Divine, the love that SHE has for us, the love SHE longs to bathe us in.

Over the winter months as I worked on my book “What if God Was a Woman”, I came to know God as her, to sense the feminine divine energy as one I want more of in my life, an energy I want to merge with. God, the god I know of as sacred feminine awareness has much to share with us. SHE delights in us and longs to be allowed entrance into our deepest places.

I sat outside today, bare feet on the soft green grass, the warm sun at my back and blue jays sitting in the tree nearby. I sat, I breathed, and I allowed HER to flow through and this is what SHE birthed:

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Seduced by Love

Welcome me in

SHE whispers

allow me to seduce you

into your senses

open your body

to me

welcome me in.

You think you

know me

your thoughts

lead you to me

down long

winding paths

of memory

and stories

you have heard

or read

or oft times

written

in the deep

dark night.

set your

mind aside

welcome me in

Allow me

to seduce you

feel me

coursing through

your body

the pulse at

your throat

with its steady

beat…

lay your fingers

gently there

feel the energy

the power

of blood moving

through you

feel the softness

of the skin

beneath your

fingertips

close your eyes

and know my

gentle kiss

upon your lips

my breath

upon your face

feel me

allow me

to seduce you

to sink into you

welcome me in

feel the warmth

of the sun

upon your body

as you stretch

out beneath me

the soft gentle

earth receives

your every curve

sink in

allow me to

support you

to hold your

weight in

my welcoming arms

relax into me

breathe in and out

does my scent

entice you

can you feel

the fragrance

of who I am?

allow me to

sprinkle rose petals

on your soft yielding flesh.

As each one lands and

bathes you with my scent

sink ever deeper

and deeper

into me

yield

unclench

unfold

know me

the beauty of your heart

the rise and fall

of your breasts

as you breath me in

know me

welcome me in.

Let us sit here

together

naked

sharing wine

from the same cup

from the same

mouth

taste me

know me

pass the cup

between us

sip gently

from what I offer you

it is myself

hold my

essence

within your

mouth

warm me

welcome me in

Come walk

the beach

with me

my hand in yours

the waves gently lapping

at our feet.

While gulls fly overhead

hear my cry

within your heart

allow my hand

in yours to anchor you

at my side

while we run together

feel the moist air upon

your skin

my pulse rising

with yours

as our hearts

beat faster

faster

faster

fall into my arms

while we catch

our breath

hold me

close

welcome me in

Walk into the

waves with me

at your side

feel the cool silk

of the ocean

as she moves up your body

laps gently

at the apex of your thighs

allow the wet pressure

to surround you

to fill you

and move within you

there

right there

is the beat

the center of creation

oh – feel me

move with me

welcome me in.

allow me

to rinse the

salt and sand

off your trembling body.

let the cool

cloth I hold

be a blessing

as it moves over your

shoulders and down your arms

lean on me

as my hands

my breath

my love

washes away

all that would

have you tighten up

yes – breathe

breathe in my breath

feel me glowing

within your heart

your lungs

let all that

I am

be all of you

as together

we sink down

upon cool clean sheets

your head upon

my shoulder

your hand upon

my hip

as quietly

gently we

drift off to sleep

together

each

seduced by love.

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty

An Evening Prayer

Sunset in Normandy

Sunset in Normandy

 

Let me rest my
head upon
your breasts
as this day
comes to a
close.
I have a need
for your love
I want to be
held by you
to feel your
gentle kiss
upon my
brow
to hear you
tell me that
all will
be well.
Let me be
cradled on
your lap.
I want to
feel your
gentle hand
stroking through
my hair
and know
the gentleness
of your heart
beat.
You who
hold all that is
within the
sacred space
of your
eternal womb
touch me please
at the ending of
this day
let me hear you
whisper
“you are oh so
loved, my darling”
Let me rest
my head
upon your
breasts.

~Joss Burnel, poet / author

I refuse

Super Moon Summer 2011

Super Moon Summer 2011

I refuse to do anything
but rejoice in each moment
of breath
I refuse to see anything
but miracles all around
each day
I refuse to get sucked into
negative shit
yours or mine
I will sing above
the sound of thunder
I will dance in the rain
I will run through the fire
I will exalt in HER love
For ME
I refuse to be quiet
to be silent
I will shout about HER
from the mountain top
from the valley
From deep within the cave
of your despair
I will overwhelm
your doubt
with my faith
SHE lives
SHE loves
SHE IS
And I
AM
HER
VOICE

- Joss Burnel / poet, author

Free and Wild

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The biggest error
in our thinking
is that life unfolds
in a straight line.
Look at the world
around you
poppies grow free
and wild
the forest twines
over and under
and meanders across
hill and vale
only man plants
trees in a
straight line.
The shapes of nature
are circles
and curves
spirals and
glorious offshoots
towards the light.
Bending with the wind
growing tall to
seek the sun
or low to find
necessary shade
nature moves with
and into cycles.
We get so busy
organizing
straightening
and lining up our
life
our dreams
our wishes and
desires
that they end up
stacked in neat
rows on a shelf.

God will not
stand for this
SHE knocks
things off our
tidy shelves
and if we still
don’t listen
SHE will tear
down the shelf
or have the damn roof
blow off and leave
us exposed
and ruined.
“Live” SHE shouts
“dance and cry
scream and throw
things
Make a mess
be a messy
juicy
passionate soul.
You are not here to
pack away all
that you are
bloom – for God’s sake
bloom!
Create beauty and joy
wallow in the
chaos of it all.
Do away with
this horrid linear
way – step into
the labyrinth
with me”.

~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty

Thoughts at the Well

I have the most amazing soul-sisters and by their presence in my life I stretch and grow and often discover more of who I am.  Recently one of these magnificent women presented me with this image and asked:  Please meditate on this and share your impressions!  I sat with this image for a few days until the words flowed through onto the page.

A Well With Bucket And Rope Under The Shade Of Majestic Trees

A Well With Bucket And Rope Under The Shade Of Majestic Trees

 

The well sits at the side of the women’s tent
hidden from those who might casually pass by
in a quiet corner of the yard under the shade
of the old elm tree
Its deep fresh water has been
a source of energy
both for daily tasks
and for times of ceremony.

 Bleached by generations of hot sun
swept clean by errant winds
each lifetime women have tended it
with love and often with reverence
It has been a place to pause
and consider to whom this life-giving
water would be offered
and for how long.

 Today, though it is her own need
she considers
How often has she come here
with great purpose for others?
How many times has she offered
of the well’s riches to those who
cried out for help?
How much longer can she
continue to be the keeper of wisdom
of healing?

 She senses that her own days
are becoming shorter
that the time of abundance
is preparing to shift
She will need strength for the journey
yet to be completed
There are truths that must be penned
graces to be expressed
and ceremonies to be unearthed
and protected.

 She senses she is the chosen one
and cannot turn her
back on all that is being laid
before her – upon her
As she sits here, day dreaming
she knows the time of frivolous play
of fluttering here and there
has passed by her onto others
who are dancing around her flame.

The years of gathering in all that she knows
of winnowing the dross
and reaping the wisdom
are now open her.
The well will sustain her in new ways
and she will draw ever deeper into
its dark silent depth
offering up, pouring out
the walk in beauty.

~Joss Burnel