Transmission
Jun. 5th, 2007 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormA friend of mine, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greensinger, wrote a post that spoke to me this morning, and sort of inspired me to write. He is, incidentally, completing an epic bike journey from New York shortly. He said, and I quote:
My love, you are a river fed by many streams
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance patterns on your back,
Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers, sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you and those who have pleased you and
those who have hurt you.
All those who have made you who you are.
--Starhawk, from The Fifth Sacred Thing
I know you may never feel this way; there are things here that are new to me, too. I want you to know, though, to not feel awkward or sick when you think of all the hands and lips that have touched me, bodies whose heat still make every particle in me vibrate a little faster, ones whose thoughts shape mine. I hope you can understand that trying to let go of judgement is not a lack of discernment, but an acknowledgement of my limited understanding, and a forgiveness--I don't want the burden of clenched resentment--just as I forgive those who came the deepest into me and left only after planting barbed and thorny seeds. And I want to appreciate the people who have shaped you, given you keen wit and clever hands, eyes that speak of modesty and passion in the same breath, who have taught you unabashed joy (or simply shamelessness); the linguists, psychologists, yogis and holy seekers and storytellers, ones who have made it possible for our two languages to communicate; every cock and tongue and hand that taught you to love sex; lovers refined and untamed, chaste or debauched, Dionysian and Apollonian, the timely and the unseasonable--all who have made possible a recipe so delicious out of discarded produce such as we.
Thanks, Greensinger. :)
greensinger, wrote a post that spoke to me this morning, and sort of inspired me to write. He is, incidentally, completing an epic bike journey from New York shortly. He said, and I quote:My love, you are a river fed by many streams
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance patterns on your back,
Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers, sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you and those who have pleased you and
those who have hurt you.
All those who have made you who you are.
--Starhawk, from The Fifth Sacred Thing
I know you may never feel this way; there are things here that are new to me, too. I want you to know, though, to not feel awkward or sick when you think of all the hands and lips that have touched me, bodies whose heat still make every particle in me vibrate a little faster, ones whose thoughts shape mine. I hope you can understand that trying to let go of judgement is not a lack of discernment, but an acknowledgement of my limited understanding, and a forgiveness--I don't want the burden of clenched resentment--just as I forgive those who came the deepest into me and left only after planting barbed and thorny seeds. And I want to appreciate the people who have shaped you, given you keen wit and clever hands, eyes that speak of modesty and passion in the same breath, who have taught you unabashed joy (or simply shamelessness); the linguists, psychologists, yogis and holy seekers and storytellers, ones who have made it possible for our two languages to communicate; every cock and tongue and hand that taught you to love sex; lovers refined and untamed, chaste or debauched, Dionysian and Apollonian, the timely and the unseasonable--all who have made possible a recipe so delicious out of discarded produce such as we.
Thanks, Greensinger. :)
