Golden Thread by Shawna Emerick

Oh Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon,
May our memories meet soon.
Upon the open wings of the Eagle,
All spirits soar.
The species of the human’s souls
Yearns for so much more.
Our earthen legs take feeble steps,
While wondering mind becomes up swept.
Oh Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon,
May our memories meet soon.

 

 

Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

                                     Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

By  Stephen W Emerick  Translated by Martha Calderon Lahanas

La cordillera central de los Andes del Peru (como toda gran montaña)
Me mantiene despierto hasta la luz del amanecer…
Por lo que es lo más sagrado y está escrito en piedra,
baja desde la cumbre de las montañas…
Escrito está en las tablas de nuestros corazones-
Alrededor del fuego de la noche
Y asi es y asi fue con Moises en la Montaña Horeb, y aqui
Esta noche, durmiendo al pie de Machu Picchu!
Si usted hubiera estado también allá, usted entendería por qué
he jurado un convenio con
el Dios
De la Montaña!
Yo no le daré hospitalidad al miedo
Yo le daré hospedaje a la precaución pero brevemente.
Yo siempre y por una eternidad
Abriré mi corazón en el corazón
del Dios de la montaña!

 

Sworn Covenant with the God of the Mountain                                        Stephen W Emerick

The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been there you would know why

I have sworn a covenant with

The God

Of the Mountain!

 I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

 I shall entertain caution but briefly.

                                                                    I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

 

Fairure’s Cairn

With every failure and every fear,
Yet another stone is placed
There upon the growing pile—
High upon the hill.

For far too long
My failures overwhelmed me–
Stones immense and mighty, waiting there,
High upon the hill…

Until the day I learned
To turn my failures
Into faith, and put an
End to hate.

And now I am returning
(wiser for the learning)
To home’s safe
And embracing harbor—

Only to see my failures have borne fruit,
Like fattened grapes
Upon an ancient arbor
As I look high upon the hill.

And failure’s cairn
Now guides me from high upon the hill,
As I sail upon the currents
Of a sea of milk and honey.

Sworn Covenant

The Central Andes with the

Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the

night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been here you would know–

Why I have sworn a covenant

With

The God

Of the Mountain!

I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

I shall entertain caution but briefly.

I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

A Line of Smoke from The Black Hills

An ignorant white mind…

And so it was

I thought…

The Black Hills ~ Immovable.

Unbelievable:

An unborn mind

Blind.

Bison Beast,

Black Hills Bounty…

Placenta bursting forth from Wind Cave

The earth breathes, heaves ~ Birth.

Spirit of a moveable feast ~

Bison, Beast,

Tatonka.

Sage is lit…

A line of smoke ~

Moons glisten upon

Ebony horns trumpeting the

Coming of the

Black Hills ~ Eternal,

Tatonka

A Sacred Letter from a NYC Physician – Poetry, Yoga, and the body.

I wanted to share this incredible letter we have received. Both Shawna and I are deeply touched by these words:

Dear Dr. Emerick,

I am a student of Shawna’s and I wanted to share an experience I just had after listening to the radio interview you and Shawna did here in NYC. After listening to the interview, and then looking at both your and Shawna’s websites, I then traversed the internet looking for information about surviving the suicide of a loved one, as my father committed suicide a year and a half ago. This search led to a support group site, where I registered and wrote some posts, and then to a site that highlighted a suicide prevention program for physicians, who are at high risk for suicide.

I logged off and went upstairs to do some yoga. I was chatting with my husband about the risks of suicide among physicians, and how women physicians were the only group with the same risk of suicide as males. I began thinking of all my risk factors for depression and suicide: history of substance abuse, history of sexual abuse, personal history of bipolar disorder, family history of bipolar disorder, being a physician, being a woman, family history of substance abuse. On and on. And my struggle lately has been to somehow rise above the scripting and the legacy of my family (which is rife with suicidality, suicide attempts, suicide completions).

After talking with my husband, I did Arha Chandrasana, a balance pose. It’s been a difficult pose for me, but tonight it felt effortless, like I was flying. And then I saw myself flying over all of those risk factors, all of those statistics, knowing that I was in touch with Something Greater, that could take me beyond the probably, and even the inevitable, into the miraculous.

So the work you and Shawna are doing (even as I write this) has touched me. That the poem of my life is written in my body was something I could never understand. Until now. Thank you and Namaste.

P, M.D.

Bronx, NY

Will you be tree for me? (or Tree Pose, I Suppose! Poetry and Yoga)

Being here in forest

You ask me to be tree,

For you.

And you are twig
Broken,  not yet free,
We two.

And I will always remember

Those words
In such sacred moments few.

When I wonder–
Who will be tree for me? For thee if I am gone?  For us?
The answer is in the dew.

Covering us all in deep forest,
Baptising all that we are, we are the forest,
And we are more than two.

Forest will be here for you!
Forest is here, now,
For you!

Ah! Couples tree pose.
No more fuss!
Forest is here for us!

Hocking Hills Nature Photography by Jim Crotty_CRO2794