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Chaos Is A Prelude To Creativity

8/10/2015

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In the Great Primal Void, Ginungagap, the place from which all life springs, the spark of creativity was manifested when the fires of Muspelheim and the ice of Niflheim drew close together.  Chaos ensued.
And from this chaos the sacred was revealed in the form of organic manifestation.  
Chaos is a prelude to creativity according to Matthew Fox.  In his book creativity - Where the Divine and the Human Meet, he states, "creativity happens at the border between chaos and order."
This is the wisdom held in the Fehu rune.  Creativity always arrives hand in hand with destruction.  Energy coming into form is always in motion.  A great imbalance occurs in life when we imagine we can hinder or obstruct this movement.

it is you Fehu
the spark
manifested
at the beginning
all wealth
arising from the land
Ymir suckling
Audhumbla licking ice
fearing mortality
I hoard
hinder
withhold
possessed
by possessions
I am consumed
This poem first appeared in (un) familiar, the limited edition of original rune poems by Ingrid Kincaid 2014
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Audhumbla:  A Creation Story Retold-This Time Honoring The Female

11/21/2014

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As the ice is melting, more and more wisdom is being revealed, wisdom that has been safely hidden away in the North, held in the crystals of ice.  Like the drips of water from the icicles and the glaciers, this information is on the move.  In my Lost Teachings of the North class we open up to explore and share what is being remembered.
After our last discussion, Lara Vesta, artist, teacher, author, was inspired to write this touching piece about the Audhumbla, the Reindeer cow who licked the ice.

I was there in the beginning.  

I watched her meander through the mist, emerging, her antlers hung with velvet.  I watched her give birth, her calf dropped to the sacred snowy ground, the sack freezing on contact even though the air had begun to warm.  Mist rises, rises from the icefall from the collision seeping beneath the surface of beginning, of begun.
 
She licks the calf, stirring, and slowly he emerges reaching up to her milk warm teats.  Life is birth and nourishment both in that hard land.  She licks and licks again and I am with her somewhere, sometimes hidden, sometimes in her.  Whatever I am emerges too from that land, that catastrophic merging that birthed the death I now am. 
 
She licks and eats the food of her own body, she is self-sustaining but he is not.  He suckles and grows.  Days hum or night too in that place, all whirls from the center that is her.  Her gentle action, taking and giving, the pulse of the mother all life. 
 
Sometimes I am so near I can smell her salt and hair, wholly mammal.  I bury my face in her many layers and sleep a while.  Dream I am at the beginning again and again and again. 
 
Days hum and then night and he dies.  He dies.  This is how:  a bellow, nothing changes, an urging, this is time.  His eyes know:  She is not alone, but she is one and together they must be many.  They mate, he kneels weary, bends his head and with a breath becomes.  From his head, the forests, from his body mountains, from his veins the rivers from his blood the sea.  He dies and completes and she swells with life and births again, and again, and again what will be.
 
I would wake screaming from this story, howling with the pain of creation and death.  My mother came for me then, not as she is now but young and soft and still so full of sure love.  She cradled me, my whole side last, my bare side first. 
 
In memory my bones click together, the hearth fire a little higher, my mother sensitive to warmth.  And my brother licks me and lays his head in my lap.  And my other brother wraps us all, the length and breadth of him bringing us so close.  We hold each other and somewhere we know this is our beginning, and all the holding in the world can’t prevent the end.
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