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This is the first in a series called Blogging Sedona — Last night we were eating late at a local restaurant, and when I commented on the waiter’s ring, he told us and a couple from North Dakota (we were about the only ones in the place) this story.
Long ago, centuries, his English wife’s many times grandmother was a servant in a mighty household. When the lady of the house began choking, the servant girl grasped her, and, in so doing, performed the Heimlich and saved the lady. In gratitude, the lady, who was of noble rank, had the girl declared noble as well, gave her a fortune, and presented the spoon with which she was eating at the time to her. (The foundation of his wife’s ancestor’s manor house still stands about twenty miles north of London.)
To commemorate her rise in fortune, the girl had the spoon made into a ring which has been worn by her descendants down through the centuries. The custom is for the husband to wear the ring out in public and for the wife to wear it on her thumb at home.
He handed us the ring for closer inspection, and, indeed, it did look to me like old, old silver. It was filigree, with a worn crest, and looked like it was made of an antique spoon. When I held it, it had a weight that belief its worn fragility.
Such is Sedona!
My friend Shirley Sidebottom recently graduated from The Estuary, and she has given me permission to share her vow. I have read it more times than I can count; it is now part of my vow too. Here it is: “I vow to contain my experience with t
he divine so that it does not escape me but shapes me. Trusting the unknown, loving fiercely, holding my center amid the chaos of life, so that I may extend grace to those I meet, so that I may extend love even through pain, so that my journey might leave in its wake a whisper of what lies ahead.” Thank you, Shirley, for your spirit!
“How is it we can’t accept this, that all trees were holy once, / That all light is altar light, / And floods us, day by day, and bids us, the air sheet lightning / Around us, / To sit still and say nothing, / Here under the latches of Paradise?” from a poem by Charles Wright — photo by Dennis Thompson of Dennis Thompson Photography in Lexington/Louisvillelle
Where we are in the wheel of life doesn’t matter; there is no up or down, no beginning, no end. (Funerary stone from Gotland, with the wheel of life, two facing serpentine coils, the tree of life with a deer, and a ship on its way to the underworld)
From John Berry Deakyne’s blog “on the road to find out” —
In Chinese astrology, this is the year of the Dragon and we need to embrace this archetype with fervor and adoration! The Dragon represents the power to Create as well as to Destroy. These are twin attributes like death and rebirth. We are stepping into our highest imagining.
We welcome all the forces of change and we hold tight to and bring new meaning to the idea of riding the dragon. The dragon represents destruction of the old paradigm and the bold and formidable construction of the New Earth.
We have to deconstruct everything that has worked through its last bit of usefulness – and we will construct new structures, and new relationships, and new thoughts, and patterns, and institutions that honor us and serve us. We now surround ourselves with constructs that stem from the recognition of our profound connection with the physical universe as well as our connection with the divine.
We ride the Dragon and we are the Dragon.
John is an author, poet, Breathwork facilitator, and Shamanic minister. His blog is www.sedonawordsmith.blogspot.com
Visionary Artist Joyce Huntington Stanek’s painting “In the Land of I Am” —
“The mind has no answers, and the heart has no questions” — Author Unknown