if the goddess has returned I hope she brought a new fella back with her
the transit of venus 2012 the transit of venus 2004. these happened within my lifetime but then, so did the blowing up of the Rainbow Warrior in Auckland harbour. a despicable act sanctioned by the french government . a protest vessel a bunch of volunteers saying don’t detonate nuclear bombs in the pacific ocean or anywhere else for that matter. but the military and their puppet governments will have it their own way. some say the flyby of venus is the return of the goddess well if so I want to know why she left and where she went? kinda chicken and egg did she pack up in disgust one day when the women agreed to the teachings of the male gods? or, did she race off to another universe after some bloke leaving us to wake up and discover our chains? there are as many stories as knots and each serve their purpose. when I set out in the 70’s and 80’s to discover me as woman, I met the goddess in all her guises. I met the matriarchs, the witches, the healers, the midwives and the warriors. I claimed every one of them for every face was one of mine. Murray has gone dad has taken himself back to NZ. after nearly 3 months residency at jellybean road he returns to the Waikato land of his dreaming. he is full of good times and we are richer for the lived in presence of an elder. today the house is quiet, the sun streaming from its lowest position in the sky. these short days demand a vigilance to get done what needs to be done before the long nights around the fire. mostly it is about wood gathering stacking bringing it in, every day loads of it so that we can be warm. thank you forest for your dead wattles and fallen timbers thank you machine world for the spinning steel of the chainsaw to make short work of it and thank you family for all the warming soups stews and pies . we are a machine culture, tap tap tap with my fingers making marks on a screen. we are also a community of loving kindness. a weird blend of opposing forces terribly out of balance lurching along to our destinies, or just living out of them right now. maybe nothing awaits you or me, maybe all we have is this that we are sharing now, and maybe, in this moment, we can come totally alive to the whispers in the air, the song of our neighbours, the cosmic dance of this planet sailing thru a universe at warp speed. if the goddess has returned I hope she brought a new fella back with her, because the old model with its warring ways has surely passed the use by date. and maybe this new fella and the goddess can together make a kind dream, one that looks after the platypus and our spirit, that denies nothing and embraces all.
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