The remnants of today's breakfast, turkey bacon, in the pan remind me of drawings on the cave walls of Pech-Merle in Southern France.
The ha
nds of people, we assume people, of 25,000 years ago drew animals on the cave walls, animals that roamed the literal land or the imaginal terrain of their minds. At times I envision these ancient ones in Earth's interior drawing down recipes from the heavens, drawing down spirits of the animals who volunteered to take form for their benefit, for our benefit.
nds of people, we assume people, of 25,000 years ago drew animals on the cave walls, animals that roamed the literal land or the imaginal terrain of their minds. At times I envision these ancient ones in Earth's interior drawing down recipes from the heavens, drawing down spirits of the animals who volunteered to take form for their benefit, for our benefit.
The terrain of the pan that held my breakfast reminds me of the hands that prepared meals for our family throughout childhood as well as the hands of mothers and some fathers around the world preparing the food so hungry mouths may be fed. How many times did these hands draw down love for their benefit, for our benefit to strengthen within?
Caves and kitchens
Drawings on walls
Drippings in pans
Sacred acts
Recipes for relationship
Recipes for relationship
Animal and man
Testament to imagination and story
Love then and now.
What will our minds draw down, our hands create for others to come upon in
10,000 tomorrows?
What will our minds draw down, our hands create for others to come upon in10,000 tomorrows?
Imagine that! Dawn - The Good News Muse 03/21/10
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