Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Linda Tucker on White Lions in Mythology and Nature
Linda Tucker, an ecological activist, grew up in South Africa during Apartheid and attended the Universities of Cape Town in South Africa and Cambridge in the United Kingdom. In 2002, she founded the Global White Lion Protection Trust, an organization that works to protect not only the white lions, but also the indigenous communities and knowledge of the Tsonga and Sepedi cultures, which celebrate the white lion as a sacred living heritage. Her spellbinding new book, Saving the White Lions: One Woman’s Battle for Africa’s Most Sacred Animal, chronicles her life’s journey as the chosen torchbearer of the white lion shamanic tradition and her valiant battle to preserve these mythical creatures. - Via: For the Wild
This podcast pierced my wild heart so deeply. Hearing the actual white lions roar in the distance at the end of the interview awakened my lion-hearted courage. So powerful!
Breath by Kabir
Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor in kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly—
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
(translation: Robert Bly)
How Trauma Lodges in the Body with Bessell Van der Kolk
Always worth revisiting Bessell Van der Kolk’s take on trauma. Here is a great interview with On Being
Save the World
“We save the world by being alive ourselves.”
Last Night as I Was Sleeping by Antonio Machado
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
by Antonio Machado
Sacred Rebel
Here is a wonderful example of a sacred rebel, Pancho Ramos Stierle, utilizing principles of non-violence during the Occupy Movement as shared in Parabola Volume 37, No. 1, “Burning World,” Spring 2012.
Alfonsina y el Mar interpreted by Amaia Romero
Whoa. Feeling pulled by a ground swell on this emerging artist Amaia Romero and her set at the Primavera Sound festival. Found myself feeling so moved that this young artist interpreting this song that I was first introduced to in college studying Latin American poet Alfonsina Stroni who tragically took her own life casting herself into the ocean. This song as homage to Alfonsina’s work as well as her mythos continues to pierce me so deeply.