Thursday, December 31, 2015
“Women Breaking Through”
by Toni Truesdale
“Women are breaking through the bitter darkness,
Caused by centuries of patriarchal domination after stealing the Mother Right.
Millennia of struggle, against poverty, plagues,
Disease, persecution, inquisition, rape, genocide, slavery, feudalism, imperialism...
The last one hundred years of unprecedented toll on human life:
Europe, Hiroshima, Africa, Indochina,
Central and South America,
Balkan wars, the Mideast....
The continued destruction of indigenous cultures, spirituality, languages;
The extinction of species;
Poisoning of the planet.
Women need to come forward to rebalance the forces of life with the children of the world. May we will speak in one unified multicultural voice of peace, preservation and protection.
And we will break through....”
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
“The Legend of Prester John”
“Perhaps the purpose of pilgrimage is to seek a great spiritual truth;
Search for protection, absolution, healing...
Too, there is the need for the magical...
Wander into the realm of the elusive mage king, Prester John.
Just like the Magi,
We are still in search for this magnificent bestiary,
That sacred space between yesterday and tomorrow ,
The vast fantastical empire of Prester John,
Timeless, mysterious, immortal, supernatural, alchemical;
Land of enchanted creatures and river of Paradise;
Reputed to be located somewhere between
The red plains of Africa and indigo mountains of Tibet
Lies the legacy of the Beautiful Black Sheba
And the bleached bones of her beloved Solomon;
As under the ancient sands rest the reliquary of saints,
The tomb of St. Thomas, with the long sought grail.
There is that medieval place of the magnificent conjureman, Prester John.
Not the John of Darkness,
The Baptist, Emperor, orThe Divine;
The Great, Popes I and III, not John Paul II,
Gaunt, Damascus, The Cross, King ( not a good man, was he);
Not even Brother John, or Burlington John..
Neither Revelating John of the Seven Seals,
Nor Ole John Henry.
But the trickster kingman, Prester
We keep looking for you, John...”
- Toni Truesdale
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Path of Tears
Historical grief slips secretly generation into generation
Unseen yet visible emotionally
In sterile familiar poverty;
Pain, sacrifice still poisons unresolved time,
Victims caught in moments of past tragedy
Leaving a legacy of tears that haunt children presently.
Adults respond by drinking away impersonal pain
Leading to destruction, self imposed this time, again
From senses becoming incomplete
And, the land murmurs in despair, as well as in
The very air
Filters atmosphere, pathos steeped ...
Spirits all around
Some Native to this land, others brought to serve and slave
Still overlapping the sequence
beyond dying, out side the living
Imprints of sorrow nestled in the soil
Discerned by the unconscious living mind
The footprints of historic grief....
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Set forth on the longest journey;
To here, now as each individual breath descends;
We all exhale in the moment of still moving humanity.
All have come from historical patterns of migrations.
Moving through hunger, violence, fear
Diaspora,trans-Atlantic passages, immigration, displacement, clearances
The long walks and removals...
To emerge with peaceful purpose into the consciousness
Of the Fifth World.
copyright Toni Truesdale 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Samhain, All Souls, Saints and All Hallow's Eve
At this liminal time of the year when the veils between the worlds thin,
Portals open and visitation begins'
We give time to wonder about the afterlife,
Send love to our beloveds,
Give homage to our ancestors,
Become wary of the tricksters,
Ask help from the Spirit World to guide us through the dark days ahead.
It is the hours of magic.
Fairies, elves, sidhe...
Most cultures have stories
That represent the spirit world;
Small ones that are intermediaries
of parallel existences
Except at certain spectral times
When the veil thins and
And one might perceive...
The other side;
As in ancient lore
Earthly folk are enticed
Into a paradise,
Peopled by the most beautiful shining ones.
Queen Mab might longing for a handsome lad.
It could be a reward or a trick,
For there is a mischevious kind.
Some do not want to be seen, ever
By the rather large, inelegant humans
That are all too curious
To see the winged, tiny creatures.
Butterflies remind us of
Tales older than time’s memory
When the magical
T.Truesdale copyright 2012
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
“Cycles and Seasons”
By Toni Truesdale
The recurrence of the seasons continue to encircle our lives,
Just as it gave celebrations to our ancestors.
Spring Equinox, Summer Solstice,
Fall Equinox, and Winter Solstice
Mark those passages in a yearly cycle all over the world.
We have learned to plant food and medicines
According to the agricultural calendar.
We dance in a circle to celebrate the planting,
Harvesting, and the storing of food.
Buildings, monuments, and spiritual spaces have been built
To align with the celestial movements that determine
The four seasons at the point of each transition.
Corn to the Americas is a sacred staple,
Native farmers cultivated over 500 varieties before 1492.
Tomatoes, beans, potatoes,
Chocolate, chili, squash, peppers
Avocado, vanilla, cashews, blueberries..
Are just a few foods from indigenous gardens.
Foods of the Americas feed the world.
T. Truesdale copyright 2005
Monday, August 17, 2015
Moving is all part of our life experience for most of us.
I am here in Maine 10 minutes to the beach, 5 minutes to the Saco river.
Water, I am drawn to it. The motion reminds one of the timelessness of the earth.
Moving so many miles with so much art was a huge challenge.
(300+paintings, did not count the prints and drawings but lots)
Still living around boxes and house renovations in my 155 year old house;
This will be a process for a while.
The humidity and heat is now being remembered, wow
what a difference from 7000 feet and no moisture.
I still love New Mexico and miss my friends;
but it is a different beauty here, full of water
and lots of family to help me through this resettling.
The role of Auntie is so much fun
I treasure this new chapter of my life.
Still working on the books for Healthy Kids New Mexico,
Just finished book 6 in the Dinky Raccoon series.
"Everyday life" will embrace the shared activities of women,
and I have several big works in the planning; will keep posting...
Website will reflect new thoughts, email me: email@example.com
welcome thought, questions and feedback!
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
The Eternal Spinster: Ties That Bind
Connecting each to each...
The clever spider Goddess of the Ainu,
Entwines her fabric into the threads of life.
The Moirae: Atropas, Clotho and Lachesis
Spin, measure and cut each destiny.
The Arabic Fate sisters, too:
Marat, Allat and Al'uzza
Bind us to all that has been.
Nordic Frigga ravels and unravels human existence.
Ana of the most ancient Mideast created the world,
Interlacing the woof and warp of the universe;
As is the duty of the Spider Woman of the Dine.
Binding and unwinding Penelope rewove each day:
Arachne leaves her tears on the everlasting web...
Moon spirits thread the Dayak,
Nais, Sumatran, Objiwa, Cherokee, Chinese and Egyptian stories
From continent to the islands;
Across the Earth.
Teutonic Holda and Bertha sew
The Textiles of Life;
Separating, severing and repairing...
Artemis, Athene, Aphrodite, all
Telling the tales of the wisdom of women
From land to sky,
Creator to child,
Leaves to the wind...
The Legacies of the eternal Spinstress.
copyright T. Truesdale 1998
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Mothers Day 2015
Mother’s LoveBy Toni Truesdale
home of your MotherIs to
remember her very presence;That
reaches around in an embrace as you enter.The
house is permeated by all the shrines of childhood.Memories
of feasts, ceremony and celebration,Birthdays,
holidays past and present;Little
talks and meals together.Laughing
with siblings, cousins at the children’s tableA
mother’s place is love with kisses,That
hugs away the scrapes of life.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The Sacred Feminine
The Mothers, Grandmothers,
Great Grandmothers, Sisters,
Aunts and Cousins of the
Cultures of the world
Bring life not only to the generations,
but bring gifts of the spirit as well.
They nurture and guide, teach, and love.
Through these women, life continues,
for without them
children would be lost.
The gifts of the female are without measure.
So, to them, and all the generations before and the ones to come,
we give thanks....
copyright T. Truesdale 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
By Toni Truesdale
The Equinox of spring signifies the return of life
from the dormancy of winter.
Everything stirs, sprouts, unfolds..
We smell the awakening
Welcome the continuance of earth’s eternal cycle.
Persephone is the Greek metaphor of spring.
and Seasons”By Toni
recurrence of the seasons continue to encircle our lives,Just as
it gave celebrations to our ancestors.Spring
Equinox, Summer Solstice,Fall
Equinox, and Winter SolsticeMark
those passages in a yearly cycle all over the world.We have
learned to plant food and medicinesAccording
to the agricultural calendar.We dance
in a circle to celebrate the planting,Harvesting,
and the storing of food.Buildings,
monuments, and spiritual spaces have been builtTo align
with the celestial movements that determine
seasons at the point of each transition.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Women and Water:
Inhabiting all waterways;
Each river, stream, ocean and lake
Contain the presence of female spirits
Whose stories of wet splendor
Mirror our reverent astonishment,
Waters permeate and
Sustain all life on our planet.
Copyright T. Truesdale 20003
As water becomes a central issue, as in the droughts and rising oceans; We turn our thoughts to this and remember what once it was sacred.For water is essential to all life on Earth.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
New Beginnings, Adventures and Endeavors
Like the Pilgrims of ancient times, I strive to seek new places and spaces. All of Earth has it's secrets, both sacred and profane. Blessings and lessons everywhere for each of us to seek. I am moving back east to be closer to my family, wander new trails and smell the salt from the sea. Please follow my blog and explore my websites as I move into a fresh perspective. From the mountains of New Mexico at 7,000 ft to the Coast of Maine, sea level; it is sure to bring a new level of thoughts and imagery! Our lives are all a pilgrimage through passages in life's labyrinth...
By Toni Truesdale
In early medieval times European women
Made pilgrimages to sacred places;
The many paths were well worn.
Although they wore Christian badges;
These spiritual spaces were the homes of the ancient
Ladies of the Earth and healing places.
Their names come back to us now,
For they never left, but went underground
During patriarchal times.
Truesdale copyright 2005