…therefore, I honor mud/ as any priestess must/ asking questions…

Who am I?

Where do stories come from?

Why do I write? 

What makes my wisdom relevant?

I hope you’ll find clues, hints and allegations to the answers to these questions as you poke around this site.  Read my blog, check out my books, especially Magdalene A.D. and  tell me what you think.  Pose your own questions.  Oh, and about the mud – the “wet, soft earth or earthy matter, as on the ground after rain, at the bottom of a pond, or along the banks of a river; mire”.  I’m talking about prima materia the basic stuff of our lives, the raw material we get to pummel, knead and mold into shape, adorn, bake to a hard finish, pulverize into dust, rehydrate and shape again; the beginning point of any alchemical transformation.  The rain forest at the top of the page is your first clue- all that life, grounded in the mud of creation.

“After all,” as Gertrude Stein once said, “anybody is as their land and air is. Anybody is as the sky is low or high, the air heavy or clear and and anybody is as there is wind or no wind there.  It is that which makes them and the arts they make and the work they do and the way they eat and the way they drink and the way they learn and everything.”

 To NM From the Priestess

 

Though you eschew mud

(hoping for cleansing‑

leaping always

toward the light)

matter stubbornly remains

the matrix of my soul,

demanding propitiation

staining cheeks

galloping my heart

spewing sweat and pheromones

 

Therefore, I honor mud

as any priestess must

asking questions

of liver, spleen, lungs, viscera.

Salty? Sweet? Sour?

Hot? Cool? Wet? Dry?

Lethargic?

Quickened?

 

How else could I locate

the meridians of your soul?

Divine their meaning?

Predict our future?

©2010 Christine Irving

5 thoughts on “…therefore, I honor mud/ as any priestess must/ asking questions…

  1. I love your website. Clean, beautiful and fascinating. Mud, in red and white. It is the rich goo of potential, a plastic format imprinted, dribbled upon, and collaged with succulant slices of life. A real savory party for the mind, images to delight and touch the heart. I say, a gift you are my dear, your words, ideas, and blessed be, I thank you for sharing.

  2. You are like a deep spring of fresh, life giving water…a subterrainean force, silently flowing, then erupting to the surface, honoring mud, quenching our thirst..

  3. Christine, I finished Magdalene A.D. last night and found it to be a delightful book! I tend not to read much fiction because I simply can’t find enough that is well-written and can hold my attention. This was certainly not the case with your tale–I couldn’t put it down! Plus, it contains many powerful messages for women (and our wonderfully enlightened men!).

  4. Christine
    I have thought about you so many times and wondered where you “landed”
    Your work is wonderful and I would love to catch up sometime

    lela

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