Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ice



We mystics love ecstatic connection with the mysteries. In fact, it's possible to get so caught up in messages from divine voices, receiving revelations and talking to bell-voiced angels that we can get really crazy. I guess that's why we have a bad rep.

We have to be so careful not to get carried away. As a cautionary tale, I like to think about Mirabai, ripping off her clothes and running through the streets naked as a result of her great devotional love for Krisna. Yeah, she did write beautiful poetry, but c'mon. I do NOT want to run through the streets naked. That would not be pretty.

For me, living the shamanic lifestyle means I must keep at least one foot in the "real" world at all times. Chop wood, carry water - or - in more modern terms, do the laundry, pay the bills. I'm sure it's blissful to run through the streets naked, well, maybe. Actually, that's hard to imagine. But nevertheless, I'd rather cook something nice for dinner, vacuum the living room carpet. As long as my soul lives inside this human body, I want to be fully human.

The weather always explains everything. The message this morning is crystal clear: Chill out, Reya. An icy rain fell through most of the night, coating everything in beautiful, treacherous ice. Dancing in shamanic alignment with the ice, I will spend today involved with mundane activities. I will put aside, for the time being, all thoughts about Auschwitz, voices, revelations and burly angels. I'll do laundry, change the sheets on my bed. Later when the ice turns to rain, I'll go for a walk, buy some groceries, drink tea, watch a silly movie.

Some days I don't have to pretend to be normal, Some days, I am normal. Happy Tuesday! Shalom.

19 comments:

Jo said...

Your photos are testament to the power and mystery of Mother Nature. Ice can be so very beautiful, but can also be devious and treacherous.

Glad to hear you've heard Mama Gaia's dictate to take it easy. This is definitely NOT the day to run through the streets naked!

Reya Mellicker said...

Ha ha! You can say that again!

Lizzy Frizzfrock said...

Amen Jo! Yes to all that.

The ice photos are beautiful but can be so dangerous. In small towns utility lines are above ground thus wreaking havoc when ice comes & lines go down as happened in my brother's town in GA last week.

Stay warm, be safe, and keep those feet firmly planted.

Jinksy said...

If I felt normal, I might start to thinks omething was wrong! LOL

Reya Mellicker said...

Jinksy - ha!

And yes Cheryl, feet firmly planted. Yep.

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Cole said...

It is refreshing to see someone who holds the knowledge and wisdom of things mystical to also acknowledge the wisdom of being grounded and a part of the here and now. I really like the way you capture your world right outside your door, you have a wonderful way of photographing it all.

Kerry said...

A mystic grounded in the real world is the only kind I can listen to!

I like that photo of the ice-coated leaves. My daughter flew into DC this morning, coming back from tropical Africa: what a shock to find this ice. uh-oh I wonder if connecting flights are being cancelled...

ellen abbott said...

The ice encrusted foliage is beautiful but I am happy enough to see it in pictures. My one year living in the north with snow and ice was enough to last me a life time. We're putting off our day trip to the city because it's just overcast and rainy.

Reya Mellicker said...

The ice is melting. I did get out for a walk after all, snapped some pics.

Butternut Squash said...

I like to fold clothes when I need to settle myself. Maybe you can skinny dip in the warmer weather.

Reya Mellicker said...

I love folding clothes, too! So soothing.

Linda Sue said...

Your photo of leaf plates with a heaping serving of ice pie on each is just fabulous!
Normal is so YAWN! Normal gets nothing done...
You are so not normal it is incredibly wonderful!

steven said...

i don't know normal - i never did! i love ice on leaves, ice that speaks "take it easy" on me the rest of the world yourself. i say running or riding naked is a metaphor for being totally bared as a person. better to do in a warm climate that understands and wlecomes nakedness of self for what it is. better not to slip and fall on the ice. let it rain. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

Steven? Love you.

janis said...

In my neck of the woods we called that STREAKIN' back in the 70's. I tried it once with my girlfriends, but we did it in the middle of the night in our sleeping neighborhood. FELT GREAT on a hot summer night, anyway...
great photos.
:)

Reya Mellicker said...

I forgot all about streaking. How funny.

Barbara Martin said...

One day of angelic visitation is often enough for a month. Daily can be overwhelming.