RIP Morning Glory Zell
I just received word that Morning Glory Zell has passed on. She has been ill for some time, and this comes as no surprise. Still, she was not very old, and not so very much older than I am, really. And as my daughter Allegra mentioned recently, this is the 3rd female "elder" who has passed on for her in as many years. I'm feeling keenly the turning of the wheel, and my own journey from Mother to Crone.
Last night and this morning I updated my recent poem "Out in the World" with another verse. I dedicate it now to Morning Glory.
Below is what I sent to several lists this morning, with the new verse.
Farewell, Morning Glory. Your time was indeed Glory-ous, and you made a long-lasting impression. Your legacy will live on for a very long time.
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Dear friends and loved ones of Morning Glory:
Not long ago I sat in a garden, and channelled the words of the Goddess in the form of a poem. There were no morning glories in that particular garden, or I might have written another verse then. At that time, it felt slightly incomplete. With the addition of the final stanza, which I dedicate to our beloved Morning Glory, it now feels done.
Rest easy, dear Morning Glory, in the arms of the Goddess you served so well. You still teach me, and will go on teaching me.
Blessed Be,
Dawn
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Out In The World, the Goddess Speaks
(A poem by Dawn Davidson, © 2014)
Out in the wind
the Goddess speaks:
Branches whispering to one another, swaying in the wind.
"Bend;" she says, "flexibility is the key,
lest in bearing your natural pressures, you would otherwise break."
Out in the light
the Goddess speaks:
Her abundant curves caressed by the rays of the sun.
"I am stability," says she. "Ground yourself in me,"
as she sits firmly rooted
receiving the energy of life, easily and naturally.
Out in the garden
the Goddess speaks:
Her rosy cheeks smiling, and her iris eyes opened to the sky.
"Open your eyes," she says, "and know that you are a part of the beauty around you,
as lovely as these flowers and just as perfect
each in your own way."
Out in the shade
the Goddess speaks:
"Forget me not," says she.
"Your dark places also bring forth their own beauty.
There is no shame in being who you are."
Out in the glade
the Goddess speaks:
"The path is clear before you. Step forth with confidence,
knowing that I guide and ground your way,
firm stepping stones leading just where you need to go."
Out in the sky
the Goddess speaks:
Clouds drifting along, revealing and concealing the reflected glory of the universe.
"Your vision is not always clear," she says, but if you wait, more will be revealed in time,
new patterns forming and unforming as you and I breathe, together.
Be not attached to the shapes and interpretations before you,
since they are given meaning only in your mind,
and that meaning may change just as easily."
Out in the trees
the Goddess speaks:
"The seeds of your growth lie already within you," she says.
"All you must do is allow the time,
letting your deep roots draw nourishment from me,
so the mathematically precise nature of your being can unfold in grace,
just as the Fibonacci series of the pinecones inevitably leads
to the grandeur of the pine."
Out in the grass
the Goddess speaks:
"Each being has their perfect time," she says.
"The morning glory blooms with her eponymous rays
opening to her full beauty as the sun shines in.
Rest easy now
as she fades in graceful tempo with the dying of the day,
knowing that grief and loss are as much a part of the cycle as birth and growth,
for how else could I make room in the garden for another generation of blooms?
Each life is as precious, as important... and as brief in my eyes.
Treasure them all."
Out in the world
the Goddess speaks.
All I need do
is listen.
by Dawn Davidson, © 2014
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