Sunday, May 23, 2010

wild roses and the sea

Roses, Late Summer (excerpt)

And over one more set of hills,
along the sea,
the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness

and are giving it back to the world.
If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
unstinting happiness.

I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.

Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.

Mary Oliver

We were harvesting blossoms on our walk to the beach today to make 'wild rose honey'. I recently received the recipe from Crow's Daughter, Julie Charette Nunn, a shamanic herbalist in a recent email newsletter. The timing couldn't have been better! The wild rose bushes by the seashore are abundantly in full bloom and their essence is intoxicating...

I was carrying the roses in my open shoulder bag, and feeling so much love and gratitude for this exquisite gift from the wild.

I have loved how Rumi speaks of being intoxicated by the divine... intoxicated by the love of the sacred... spiritual intoxication... Today's dance was inspired by the aroma of the wild rose and the inner feeling tone of intoxication...

Is it your face that adorns this garden?
Is it your fragrance that intoxicates this garden?
Is it your Spirit that has made this brook a river of wine?
Hundreds have looked for you, and died searching in this garden,
where you hide behind the scenes.
But this pain is not for those who come as lovers.
You are easy to find here.
You are in the breeze and in this river of wine.

As so often happens during my dance practices, I was surprised to discover, while dancing, a message in the sand that was written by someone else who was inspired to create at this same place - beside the bleached-white driftwood at the edge of the shore - Peace on Earth...

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti...

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If you click on the photo below it will take you to the YouTube channel where you can view this film without it being cut off on the right side... you can turn off the film here so you won't hear the music from both films :~)
Music: Claude Debussey
Filmed by Brooke
Visit my butoh mentor's inspiring blog here: Maureen 'Momo' Freehill

1 comment:

  1. This is so moving, Lee. Wild Roses... What a gift.
    Feeling my feet in your sand, smelling your wild roses, and your sea, your sky. Are those colors really real? I could jump right into this virtual window that sits perched on my knees and dance with you. (Someday I will!)
    I too have found messages.
    I too have danced to the smell of flowers.
    None of this is unrelated.
    None of us are dancing alone.
    (Bravo to Brooke for the film)