Midsummer Season
Wild Wisdom 1, 19th June 2016
Stepping once again into the sea of the unknown; a warm greeting of women who met the day before, while I was absent. I’m listening intently, straining a little to catch the nuance, the implications that have meaning from the beginning of the story, I’m here in support of the second half of the story but I have no idea what happened at the start. Slowly I settle back down and my absence the day before gradually becomes less important.
We begin with a meditation, Sam reminds us of the four fold ways of knowing and how they connect with the four ways of consciousness. She also tells us about the four gateways and how they can be symbolised by the seven branched candlestick, the Menorah of the Jewish tradition, a representation of the Tree of Life, which may also be linked with the ancient wooden poles of the Hebrew Goddess Asherah. These may have been familiar to the first Hebrew Matriarch, Sarah, who features in the Bible as Abraham’s wife and may also possibly have been a Priestess of Ur. The Temple of Ur was dedicated to the Nanna and Ningal the God and Goddess of the Moon, whose daughter was Inanna with her consort, Dumzi.
The first gate is represented by the feet of the Menorah, the base, the ground on which many traditions are built and symbolises physical awareness and the world of manifestation. When we imagine our bodies like a Menorah or Tree the base sits at our feet and their contact with the earth. The second gate is where the first branches open out and represents our thoughts, feelings and all the creative potential of the psyche, which in our own bodies can be imagined in the pelvic bowl. The third gate opens from the next pair of branches and is our capacity to witness, to return to our centre. It is heartfelt mindfulness and the capacity to be with what is. And finally the fourth gate, represented by the centre light and imagined at the crown of our bodies, takes us into the heavenly realm where we are able to love what is and be awakened to the Divine light. In Biblical story it is exemplified by Moses who sees the little scrubby prickly bush as Divine light, he sees it burning with inner light. Being able to love what is…
During this explanation I feel something of the richness of traditions; stories within stories, tradition within tradition. How each story builds upon the stories that have gone before it and how important it is to hold an awareness of the stories from the past. If a story is presented to someone who has absolutely no knowledge of the earlier stories they will only hear one side of the story; like looking at a diamond but only from one facet. Approaching the stories from a poetic and slightly disorganised angle, as is my personal way, the stories seem to wash over me like watercolours in a wash, each story adding more richness to the colour and texture.
After the meditation we spent some time outside in the summer filled garden, walking barefoot, tasting flower petals, herbs, listening to the wind and smelling the season on the breeze. Our bodies engulfed in the fragrance of summer, we stepped inside to explore the mid summer solstice with our minds;
The Summer Solstice; an expression of heavenly bodies, the sun and the earth, a time when the sun appears to stand still. We shared both personal and scientific explanations of this time of year. We also talked about shadow and the lack of darkness that can possibly drive us a little crazy, how we need the shadow, just as we need the light and the challenges that can present at this time of year. We also learnt about some Jewish festivals; the Passover and Shavuot ; the time of the summer harvests and receiving the Torah. A time when Ruth and her mother-in-law gleaned the grain that had been left behind because they had nothing. How this story expressed a practise of always leaving some grain for those who are in need including the wild creatures . And I can reflect now, a few weeks on from our day, my own sense of neediness in these confusing political times…a fear that is creeping in, and how my need is for rich stories, for trust, for friends to hold me steady.
Over lunch I’m aware of Sam allowing a little summer craziness to pour through us all, there is lots of laughter, some in joy, some in shocked outrage. It all feels in keeping with the lush, almost overwhelming abundance of nature at this time. How can we hold it all in check at this lightfilled time when shadows are so low. Yet we all know they will rise up again. There is a tension, a midsummer madness, where nothing is quite as it seems. Maybe it is healthy to fully open ourselves to the now, knowing as we do, that it won’t last, that the cycles of time are as surely turning. What is there to hold onto but the truth of sunshine and the deep treasury of stories from the past?
In the afternoon we have a period of silence. My body feels full, almost too full. I decide to go for a run; through the lanes and past trees in blossom. I pick some Elderflowers and think of Elderflower champagne and the story of the Elder mother – a wise medicine woman who asks nothing in return but respect. I whisper a quick asking and a ‘thank you’ for her flowers. On the table in the room where we have gathered, we have been invited to build a mandala to the four directions. I introduced my pack of fairy cards (of which the Elder mother is one) and each person took a fairy from the pack to aid her in silence. When we return together we create a simple ceremony of sharing and communion, passing some rhubarb liqueur from hand to hand, meeting eye to eye. There is a sadness that this is the last meeting this year. But also a joy that the community will continue in whatever wild way each of us wishes. Sam asks us to consider what we would like for the coming year. She is very clear that she will continue with this work and that we are all welcome. But there is no pressure. As the cycles turn some of us will choose to throw ourselves into new winds, new traditions but the stories, like Russia dolls, will continue to nestle in each one of us. No holding on, no pressure, while the core continues to turn. Thank you Sam and each one of us!
Clare Viner 29 June 2016
cted back on the intentions we set for ourselves at the start of the year it became clear that, whatever they might have been, they had sublimated into one common experience: that of the sacred space we had created in our group. We talked of being held, of being in a place where we could own and accept ourselves. The support we give one another creates a feeling of sanctuary and, in that sanctuary, we each feel safe enough to open up and awaken to our real self. To be seen and heard as we truly are.
