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A FRIDAY POEM FROM “RHYTHMS AND CYCLES” – Dark Goddess
If you are reading this blog at all regularly you know I publish a poem on Mondays. Why only Mondays? So here is a poem for Friday.
A few years ago I committed to publishing a book of my poems; I planned to call it Rhythms and Cycles. As plans sometimes go I have not published that book yet. But I have collected a number of poems to include. And since many of you have liked my poetry over the last number of months, I’ve decided to offer some entries from the unpublished book.
This first Friday Poem is in honor of the New Moon coming tomorrow. And I’ll be casting an I Ching Gua for the next moon cycle to publish on Monday, so this entry will carry you through to next Friday’s Poem…
Dark Goddess
February 26, 2010
As the Moon waxes to fullness
We know She will collapse,
Again, into darkness.
As She collapses into Herself
Descending into the underworld
We know She will rise again.
She is the Dark Goddess, The Dark Mirror.
Her inner light is hidden deep within,
As She reflects, at times, the light of others.
She is a deep and mysterious Goddess.
She absorbs all our cares and woes.
Like the Grandmother, She comforts.
This Dark Goddess has a rhythm
All Her own. She is an independent
Wanderer, this Wonder of the Night.
As She rides through Her courses
At times blotting even Sun
We watch in awe and praise Her.
©2014 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Medusa
This past Friday I started another Qigong class; I’m offering a morning class for those finding it difficult to make it to my Monday evening classes. I am enjoying these opportunities to share one of my loves, ancient Chinese wisdom, the Tao and Qigong. Today I mix up a bit of the East with the Greek to explore common understanding.
Medusa
Death to Life.
Composted negative energy
Through the death process
Creating positive energy.
Vital Life Force – Qi!
Medusa’s dark blood births
Pegasus, the Flying White Horse:
Instinct, wisdom, imagination,
Intuitive understanding – Vital Life Force.
Flying Wood Horse Year,
Pegasus rising from Water Serpent,
Medusa. Negative to positive, dark to light,
Death to Life.
©2014 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

A Topsy-Turvy Week!
Remember my lesson for the year I mentioned yesterday? Yeah, it was patience. And I got another test of it today. I’d like to think it was a “final exam” but I know better!
The “slide” of the week began about a week ago with the Full Moon on Valentine’s Day. We’ve been in a waning moon cycle ever since; and the energy of the week has seemed to wane as well. How have you experienced the week?
On Sunday Rosemary and I each had excellent experiences with a Shaman friend who led a wonderful workshop. I felt the afternoon session was well done, interactive, experiential; just the kind of workshop we both enjoy. But later that evening and well into Monday I felt down and in a dark place. I had some shadow work to do. I’m not sure if I got in touch with some negativity during my shamanic journey that I wasn’t fully conscious of, or if I simply had some issues to work through.
Fortunately I did work through them and by Tuesday I was on an upswing. I had a reasonably productive couple of days mid-week. Maybe the lessons of patience in the school of Love were getting a bit easier.
Ha! Don’t be deceived. True there are times when life gives us a break and lightens up a bit on the steady stream of the lesson plan. But never for long!
Thursdays are the days we produce Rosemary’s weekly Ezine, her MuseLetter which we publish early every Friday morning. Our goal is to work on this through the week, but we usually procrastinate (we are both Leos after all!) and leave it all to Thursday night. We shoot a video, process it, Rosemary writes the article, her Mystic Message, and the news article. And I format produce and publish it through our email application. (Oh, and I usually write this blog post as well.)
Yesterday was the usual full day so we began the Ezine with the video shoot at around 7:00 pm. Then I began processing the video using iMovie, as usual. Whoa! Nothing was “usual” about iMovie! I did vaguely remember processing an automatic update to the app a few days ago and thought nothing of it. But when I opened the app I didn’t recognize it. Wow, I’ve seen make-overs before, but this is a whole new model.
So, I’m back in school, learning how to process movies all over again. And I failed my first exam, badly! I could not save the video after I had processed it. At that point I was swiftly escorted into my next lesson in patience! I wasn’t even sure I would be able to recover until Rosemary suggested using her Airbook. Yes, it still had the older version of iMovie! Back to the familiar! So, another hour or so later I finally did get the video processed.
The lessons just keep coming. In my discussion with Rosemary on this whole subject of school and lessons she said two things happen as we learn: 1) we immediately get tested on how well we’ve learned; and 2) the lessons then get harder.
It’s about growth, evolution in consciousness. And Apple seems to be pushing the limits of my growth through patience!
I hope you can take a recess from the School of Life this weekend!

MONDAY’S POEM:
My Dad’s birthday was yesterday; he would have been 93. In part to honor his memory I did some shamanic work with a dear friend hosting a circle for study and ritual and journeying. And my own fatherhood and grandfatherhood became a central point to my ceremony and celebration! It reminds me of a Mayan expression about the Holy; my rough memory in crude English goes something like: “We remember you remembering us remembering you”!
So in honor of and remembering Dad, here is a poem I wrote some years ago on his birthday:
A Memory of Dad
It was early morning, maybe 4
A cold March wind blew out
Of the North; drafts found
Their way through thin walls.
Snug in bed under piles of quilts
I heard the back door close tight
Behind him as he went out
To check on the pigs.
The brood sows were ready;
Anytime now they would drop
Their piglets in the scratchy
Straw of the pens.
But this cold night with dawn
Still far away, heat was required
For the newborns to survive.
As always Dad was there.
The Sun was well up when I paid
A visit. The wind was down.
I climbed the fence of the yard and
Entered the hog-house –
And delighted in those soft warm
Wriggling pink lives.
Thanks, Dad!





