This morning I joined a wonderful group to bird at the Cajititlan Marsh about 30 minutes from where I live in Ajijic Mexico. The local sponsoring organization has an informative website including newsletter signup at http://www.chapalabirders.org/index.html
A pair of Roseate Spoonbills side by side seemed to be ‘spooning’ in duplicate as their lovely pink reflection doubled their beauty.
Off the side of the gravel road, three Painted Buntings staggered my heart as they posed in a snag of vegetation.
A loggerhead shrike
and a tropical kingbird sat still for me to gaze upon in wonder as well.And in the same snag,I got to see what a Lark Sparrow looks like next to a Northern Mockingbird.
I learned that a Groove-billed Ani has a much longer tail than a crow and that even though I wasn’t close enough to see the grooves, I could see its bill was shaped like a parrot’s.Tuxedoed Black-necked Stilts, with pink legs and straight narrow bills, stood next to Avocets, with equally long bills curved elegantly upward. Then the Ibis flew by with hers tilting downward!
These are the ones I received into my heart as the gifts of today. There were many others, like gallinules with red foreheads and coots with white bills and overhead hundreds of yellow-headed blackbirds descending from the sky into the reeds. I made this little personal list and searched online for photos in order to remember! I feel rich beyond belief to be alive in such a world. A recent study suggests that bird biodiversity has been underestimated, and is likely close to 18,000 species worldwide! I am, and hope I will always be, a beginning birder. And also a human being beginning every new day as fully present as these stunning winged ones.
A cosmic wave
shoots through your body—
finest ride at the earth Faire!
Call it Kundalini, call it holy cleansing,
call it the O that women know,
but ride it through to wholeness.
Ride that cosmic jolt of joy
to remember that you came from stars,
that you are large enough to hold
every one of them inside you,
that space-time seas wash through you,
and light more luminous than sun
is poured into your fleeting form.
Let the earthplane give its gifts to you!
Let the body
©Susa Silvermarie 2018
with gratitude for the following words from the ancient Charge of the Goddess: “All act of love and pleasure are My rituals.”
in their excitement at receiving the means to stay in school, these local girls are tossing their handsewn menstrual health kits into the air! I have just joined the Days for Girls Lake Chapala Team. The following information is straight from their amazing brochure. Days for Girls is a global movement that prepares and distributes sustainable menstrual health kits to girls who would otherwise miss school during their periods or drop out completely. Days for Girls also provides education in schools on topics including, Self Care, Understanding the Menstrual Cycle, Health and Hygiene, Avoiding Unwanted Pregnancies, Violence Prevention, Sexuality, Circle of Women, and Empowerment.
DfG International has developed the kits as a labor of love incorporating feedback from thousands of women and girls around the globe. The result is a reusable solution that lasts for up to three years, uses little water, dries quickly, saves money over disposables, is comfortable, and has a high user-acceptance. DfG Chapala, besides managing and providing the distribution of kits, also runs a 10 hour workshop (by DfG Lake Chapala Menstrual Health Ambassador, Hana Figueroa) that includes boys in the education and has a continuing program through social media.
DfG Chapala is the only official DfG Team in Mexico. You can help by hosting a meeting, volunteering for sewing, donating time, and donating money. Giving back is part of what makes retirement in the wonderful Mexican culture so rewarding.
(a poem dedicated to the collective healing of collective trauma)
Thousands of us, triggered—
we hoped to forget—
thousands and thousands of women
battered by the news,
unsheltered again, from all the times
it happened to us.
Thousands of women sickened
with post-traumatic stress
by the social disorder of misogyny.
Battered once more by watching
another accuser ridiculed.
Thousands of us experiencing
abuse again in our sacred bodies.
Our rage ignites us.
This is female anger, a mother’s rising-up
to defend what is tender,
bodies that belong to us.
Like a mother bear we rear and charge,
no time for argument, we engage
in order to protect!
Our female anger is fuel and then
we carefully convert
the flames that scorch and sear
to the steady burn of love.
Thousands and thousands and thousands of women
in our sacred bodies,
Thousands and thousands of women
rising to rage, to action.
Anger sparks a steeping, sleeping rage
that can destroy. And when we choose,
can be used to kindle Love.
This fiery rage we exchange,
at the fitting time,
for the steady fire of the hearth.
Ferocious female anger used for Love
will burn the world into a single throbbing Being
a planet with a heart of love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2018