The Healing Power of Green

A day to celebrate GREEN. The healing color green. The color of earth when she has had enough rain. The color of SPRING as she approaches in her budding glory. Yes, we are in a drought. It is serious. It is cause for concern. And it is just the reality of now.

I have been in a drought of writing, as you may have noticed. I missed writing about ROUND 5 of Chemo because it was so disheartening it was hard to write. I felt so sick, so lifeless. It took 9 days to finally feel like a human again, and I thank everyone for continued prayers and love.

When I did have good moments, I was also working on a Blog for the Huffington Post, which has taken a considerable about of time and editing. When it is done, you will hear about it!

I continue to have days when it is hard to believe that I have ovarian cancer. Hard to believe I am carrying a mutant gene that could cause other problems as well. But I am not ready for THAT thought or conversation. I am focused on getting through my LAST treatment and then getting very strong and very healthy, as I am clear that I have quite a bit more work to do on this planet.

I feel so blessed by so many people and prayer and healing energies. My DENTIST knitted me a hat!!!! Now that was a surprise!

This week is “Dojo” in Chinese medicine/philosophy. The 10 days before and after the Equinox and Solstices are fragile times for humans, as our Earth mother is turning on her access, continuing the infinite process of change and shift, season to season to season. WE are not separate from that process or that shift. We too, are turning and vulnerable in that turning. So let us pay a little more attention during this time—to the voice deep within our core, to the clues that our body gives us to breathe or slow down, to the songs and poems and prayers that our Spirit calls forth. May this Holy time of changing seasons bring the healing of Spring to each and every one of us. The renewal and the rejoicing in that renewal. The symbols of the season—the egg, the flowers, the unleavened bread of affliction and the promise of liberation, the resurrection of what is good, the promise of freedom from suffering, the dream that we all can part the seas and dance across to our homeland. The remembrance that LIFE, in all its manifestations is so so sacred.

And today….for the Irish in me…for my sister Helene and my mother Grace, and all her sisters…..my favorite poem by Yeats:

The STOLEN CHILD

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.