A road trip to Amma–and the strong medicine of Flicker

6 Jul

I am going on a road trip. Today at noon. For three days. I’m going to Washington, DC to spend time in satsang with Amma. The trip is a gift. A gift from the universe via two very generous friends. Room paid for. Gas paid for. I just need money for food. That’s all. Money for food and a willingness to simply show up with open heart and awareness. I don’t know what to expect. I said yesterday, “Maybe a miracle will happen.” And I was reminded that the miracle had already happened. The miracle of this gift to go. So yes, I’m paying attention. Now.

This was a week of rain. Monsoon rain. Flash flooding. Drumming. Constant drumming of rain on roof. A lulling rhythm. Like a heartbeat. I have been transported by the sound and now, this morning, it is quiet and all I hear are the birds outside and some thing else. My own breath when I remember to REALLY breathe. And I’m going to see Amma.

But back to this week. First. There have been moments of such clarity. When I looked at my surroundings and felt–what was it? A sense that things are shifting and rearranging themselves. Becoming whole. Together. In place. On some level, nothing has changed. On another–every thing. I looked at my work space and see what would appear to be chaos to an observer–but to me the chaos means something is happening. For me, a neat workspace just means I’m in between. In that gap. Waiting for some thing. I don’t love the gap but I’m getting more patient with it. This–the chaos. This, I love.
view of my room

Outside my work space window. view from my room

This was where I saw things the other night. Exciting things. Two flickers digging. Throwing dirt over their heads. A squirrel sitting near by watching. A chipmunk darting around in between birds and squirrel. And it went on for a long time. For a while I’ve wondered where were the birds? Where were the chipmunks?–the squirrels–well they’ve been present all along. But suddenly the bird population–numbers and variety–is exploding. Everything feels different because of it. But the one bird, the bird I have always loved so much–the first bird I learned as a child. The flicker.

Remembering a nest. An abandoned nest with babies. High in the branches of a Kentucky Bean Tree. The nest of a flicker. The mother had broken her neck flying into the “picture window” on the backside of our house. I found the mother. I found the nest. With the babies. And watched it for a few days. Then intervened and brought it down. It was a lesson in the indiscriminate realities of nature. The babies were too young. I was so very young. Tried in the manner of a five year old to feed the babies. They were my secret. I loved them with a primal passion. I thought they would live. But in the end I could only watch. And that’s what I did until there was no thing left to watch. The babies I buried in a shoe box at the base of the tree. And the tree is still there, the Kentucky Bean Tree.

To this day, I’m still in love with flickers. Simply–they move me deeply. I mentioned to a friend that flickers were now gracing this yard. She said, “Good medicine. Look it up.” And so I did and this is what I discovered.

“Flicker demonstrates a new rhythm and cycle of growth. She shows the importance of healing love and the power of forgiveness. Insights and intuitions are activated and perceptions are changing. She teaches us how to connect with the earth and how to ground ourselves in nature with a vibrate vitality. Flicker aids in our ability to find deeper meanings and hidden qualities of patterns and coincidences. She teaches balance and harmony in the spiritual and mental realms. Flicker shows tenacity, patience and straightforward actions to accomplish endeavors at this time. Listen carefully to Flicker medicine for she will guide in perfect timing.”

Perfect. Could it be more perfect? Such teachers. Teaching the importance of healing love. Changing perceptions. Balance. Harmony. Patience. Straightforward action. I am in love with flickers. Started a flicker cloth. And although I usually don’t reveal a cloth at this stage–for reasons I’m not certain why–here is just the very beginning of a flicker medicine cloth. Just the beginning. It will travel with me to DC. And home again.
flicker

Giving thanks to the garden– the cucumbers, zucchini and french green beans–coming on so strong. first cukes and zukes

My “body of expression” — waiting. cloth to photographYesterday a friend who is also a professional photographer–shot every thing and will be providing me with good images–sharp, correct color, good lighting. My camera is a junker. It just barely does the job. But I made the decision to put my work online–to create a website linked to my blog. It’s not up and running yet but I’m putting it “out there.” To the universe. The need to sell a few pieces each month. Just a few. And Tuesday it started. Three pieces in one day. Just like that. Money for food. Money for obligations. An exchange. Cloth for services. A barter. Reassuring me again that the universe is bountiful. And in my life, right now and from now on, there is no room for fear.

Off now. To see Amma. Stitching flicker cloth as I go.

13 Responses to “A road trip to Amma–and the strong medicine of Flicker”

  1. spiritcloth July 6, 2013 at 1:36 pm #

    congrats on selling your work. getting there.

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:25 am #

      it’s a start, yes? and starting is good.

  2. nancydas July 6, 2013 at 5:42 pm #

    Tis is such good news. And the two pieces hanging in your studio are icons! What energy guiding your work… Beautiful! Congratulations.

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:27 am #

      have been thinking about you. hope all goes well

      • nancydas July 13, 2013 at 4:24 am #

        All went well… Thank you.

  3. beth July 6, 2013 at 6:01 pm #

    This is so good. The flicker… the roaring woman… and a pilgrimage…

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:30 am #

      hi Beth. it was so good. the pilgrimage–perfect descriptor–and i also found myself thinking i was at a Hindu Woodstock!

  4. karmadondruplhamo, (grace) July 6, 2013 at 11:08 pm #

    Everything here…As it will Be.
    and the flicker.
    of course, i say to myself. Flicker has always been in my life. all sides of the continent.
    here, seasonally. and one in particular, that died as i held it in my hands and as it’s
    eyelids closed…..they were a very very pale turquoise…i was stunned by the truly
    breath taking beauty of this bird.

    i am so looking forward to hearing of Amma,
    love to you

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:29 am #

      i can see that. the pale turquoise covering the eye. and i think that’s the perfect shroud for this amazing feathered one, a turquoise shroud when sight ends.

  5. Nancy July 7, 2013 at 1:30 am #

    This is all so wonderful! Congrats on the selling of your work. I love the views of your space (inside & outside). And your work shown is so touching, love it. Enjoy your journey.

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:32 am #

      i’m back now–sort of–and reading this, realize how happy i am that you visited my work space. i’ll think of you being here. feels like a blessing.

  6. saskia July 7, 2013 at 5:37 pm #

    tada: a sale, how wonderful and as it should be!

    have a lovely journey; see you when you return.

    I have nevr heard of, let alone seen a Flicker, will look it up on internet

    • Patricia July 12, 2013 at 9:34 am #

      did you find the Flicker? did you see there eggs? back now but the flickers? waiting for their return as well. love to you.

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