Showing posts with label Erica Swadley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erica Swadley. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

"When We Were Very Old" - the poetry of Erica Swadley

 


"Swadley's poetry often moves me into a transcendent state of being 
or a deep belly laugh of joy. Can't stop reading her." 

Sharon Brady, artist

Recently my friend and one-time Collaborator Erica Swadley published a new collection of her poetry - the Title of the book, and the title poem, are called "When We Were Very Old".   The Collection of poems greets me in the morning, a meditation on the mysterious and yet intimate forces of spirit, or potent reflections on aging........and a few hysterically funny poems too!  Thank you Erica, I shall be diving into the depths of your beautiful poetry for a long time.  

Erica took the role of Sedna's Shaman in the 2004 Ritual Theatre Performance, "Restoring the Balance",  with the Masks of the Goddess and the extraordinary community of Tucson's artists, musicians and storytellers.  Erica is and has been for many years a poet, an artist, and a Shamanic Practitioner.  She's the real thing, and that multi-dimensional presence of ancestors  sings through her collection of poetry, along with her very wry sense of humor.  

Erica wrote, and graciously allowed me to share with many, the powerful Invocation of the Great Mother for that event, and it has travelled to many communities since then.  In fact, we used her same  Invocation to open the "Masks of the Goddess" performance in 2024 in Rochester, Minnesota. 

"When We Were Very Old" was recently published by Fathom Publishing, and may be purchased at other outlets, including Amazon.  Her Publisher has this to say:

"Erica Swadley was inspired by When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne. She writes with just the right mix of playfulness and ecstasy. Her poems address the adventure of aging with humor, compassion and tenderness. As the author spends couch potato time recovering from various joint implants, she explores topics some people would rather not look at - such as loneliness and invisibility. She also makes clear that the elderly remain passionate, sensuous and engaged with life.......She is what in some cultures is known as a word-doctor, receiving information from ineffable sources, and acting as a vessel to let messages pour through." 


When We Were Very Old

Say what you want

about what I should be

but you won't really get it

till you're 83

pushing the edges. Of 84

a vacation adventure is a trip to the store.

I've already forgotten

as I walk in the door

the things that I thought

I couldn't do without.

I settled for Franks and Sauerkraut.

I looked for my car in the parking lot

it's Arizona white so it was hard to spot.

I climbed into a Honda that looked like mine

the Chihuahua bit me

but I'm feeling fine.

To ward him off  I gave him some franks

I was licked all over in slobbery thanks.

I'm headed home, for lunch and a nap

ageing's not for sissies,

so shut your trap.

                                             

                                       The Invitation

The grandmothers are circling.

In the Heaven worlds.

Responding to my call.

Pleased to be remembered,

honored with their names.

Glad to be needed again 

to be part of the future

not just traces of the past.

I see them with their strengths

their foibles turned to assets.

Their trials become wisdom.

I feel their warm hands on my shoulders

I want to give them flowers, and brush their hair.

I want to sit on their laps to hear their stories.

I want to try on their fancy hats,

and cook wearing magic aprons.

We'll gather often now that the call has been sent out.

I sleep more deeply knowing

I am safe and not alone.

Grandmothers are the precious fruit

on the family tree, the tree with deep roots.

And sheltering branches under the sky canopy. 

 From "When We Were Very Old" (2026)

 

                                         

Deep Inside

Deep inside of us

there is a river.  

Keep watch over it.  

Guard its banks.

Filled with tears of pain and sadness

spilled throughout our lives,

its waters are sacred,

dark, fathomless,

following fields grown

stark, lying fallow.

We need restore old hurts,

ride the rapids,

celebrate love, not

hide from the past.

The headwaters flow

from the heart.

Deep inside of us

there is a river. 

From "When We Were Very Old" (2026)

"Erica's poems reveal messages from her soul to you, that are revealed through her observations of the world that surrounds her, often with humor. These observations are rich descriptions that come from her years as a visual artist. Her poems are paintings. She reveals her emotional life subtly, often mirroring your own. Her poems resonate deeply, one poem leads you to read another and another."

Pat Dolan: artist, author of Stalking the Sacred and The Angels Made Me Do It

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Hawk and the Great Mother


INVOCATION OF THE GREAT MOTHER
 

by Erica Swadley


O Great Mother Goddess, we call on you now.

We invite your presence.
Surround and encompass us.
Rise up from your roots.
Hear us, our our voices of pathos.
See our dancing feet, how we beat out your rhythms. 

With our hearts, we drum you back.
We are staggering toward you.

Will you run one hundred steps to us?
Will you spread your mantle of peace?

This is the sack of our offerings:

We give up our greed to feed the needy.
Here is our lust to restore compassion.
We release our hatred to stop the killing.
We forego our vengeance to discover balance.
We scorn our fears, to rebirth love.
We tread softly to bring back forests. 

And Mother Answers:

No more no more no more!

I have sent you shining planets to help you remember.

Mars and Venus beg you to reconcile.
From the depths of space, Sedna appears,
a planetary avatar to stop you in your tracks.

Time is ended, truth be told.

Release, forgive, restore.
Remember Me in all of My forms.
I will bring light to your shadows 
and make you whole, 
if you will call on Me.


                   April, 2004


Yesterday I had a new picture windows put into the living room, and I sat admiring them this morning.  Then I found myself thinking about the poem above, and "Restoring the Balance", the performance shaman Erica Swadley wrote her Invocation for, almost 10 years ago, and decided I would offer it again with some new work on the Equinox. 

Then a very large bird flew, wham, into my new window.  Not just any bird, but a red wing hawk.  

Fortunately, it flew off again, hopefully not hurt.  But the "Message" is well taken.  Wake up!  Pay attention! See!  Get the Big Picture!    New windows give better vision, the ability to see through them more clearly.  And no creature sees better, and has a bigger view, than a hawk or an eagle. 

I know I often write about the Dark Goddess, the One who can help us to see, integrate, and understand our shadows, but I do this because I feel, personally and collectively (along with theologian Andrew Harvey and shaman Erica Swadley) it is so very important to invoke Her help now.


  "It's quite clear that humanity  can only be transfigured by a totally shocking revelation of its shadow side. And this is what we're living through, these shadow sides exploding in every direction because we have done nothing but betray the sacred in us."
........... Andrew Harvey

The "shadow side" Harvey speaks of is revealed in contradictions, in paradox often.  Just this morning I was also thinking about a personal revelation along these lines.   So much of the work I do, outside of my commercial masks, are really Shrines to Gaia. Over and over I feel compelled to make torsos and hands with roots and leaves.   My versions of the Black Madonna, of the creative, sacred Mother inside all  of nature's manifestations. And yet, as important as these images are to me, I tend to be apologetic about my work, not believing in myself often.

I recently had someone ask about purchasing a  "Gaia" piece,   someone I admire, who wanted to know if the humidity of a bathroom would affect it.  I had to wonder:  do I project so little sense of the worth of my  work that it has no more meaning than "bathroom decor"? Is that my shadow?  And if so, by failing to respect the impulses that become my art, am I disrespecting what is sacred to me?   What does this reveal about the loss of a sense of the sacred we're all, myself well included,  completely unconscious of?  

I think about my dismay this summer when I saw the porta potties lined up  just across from the entrance (and exit) to the Labyrinth and Ancestor Mound at Sirius Rising last year.  Leaving the Labyrinth (Center) ritual, it was what one saw coming out of the Labyrinth.  My  comments about it  got me in hot water with the community who put the ritual on, many of whom I otherwise admire.  But they did not see, or appreciate, my (quite literal)  point of view. .............What does it mean, viewed symbolically, about what me and my well meaning friends and colleagues are unconsciously responding to?
"I will bring light to your shadows
and make you whole 
if you call on me.
 The Dark Goddess, whether we call Her the Black Madonna, the hidden Magdalene, Kali, Black Tara,  or Sedna, is so much more than an idea, an archetype.  She is an active force in the world, an archetypal  intelligence working in the world through the minds of those who open to Her.   She can Restore the Balance, she can dance with us as we achieve an ever moving point of balance.

As my friend, Ann Weller, commented in 2000 after invoking the Dark Goddess for a healing ritual event for her community:

"The Dark Goddess serves the future. Her work is evolution in its fullest sense.
The Dark Goddess, who is found in many cultures by many names, is not aspected lightly.  Working with Her calls forth one's internal capacity for psychic empowerment, a transformative energy not easy to encompass. The work was larger than my concerns, and ultimately impersonal.  I was a brief vessel for an immense archetypal intelligence manifesting itself within the ritual drama we created."



So, I ponder all of this, this beautiful and important poem that Erica gifted us with 10 years ago, and share also an article by Andrew Harvey that is related.  As we move closer to the Equinox, may we find many ways and paths to Restoring the Balance.



"Black Madonna" by Therese Desjardin

BLACK MADONNA RETURNS
by 
Andrew Harvey

The entire world is now going through a massive crucifixion on all levels.  It's going through an environmental crucifixion. Hundreds of species are vanishing every month. It's going through a personal crucifixion. There are two billion people living on less than a dollar a day. It's going through a crucifixion of all the patriarchal systems. Look at Enron and what it has
shown us about Corporate America. Look at the Catholic Church's scandals of pedophilia and what it shows us about authority. Look at the growing disillusionment with politicians of all kinds. All of the systems are  being exposed as illusory and fantasy-ridden, as deeply corrupt and exploitative.

There's another kind of crucifixion going on: crucifixion of purpose and hope. Everybody is totally bewildered. They know that the world is potentially on the brink of  apocalypse. There's a tremendous danger that as people wake up to the horror of what is going on, they will run into political extremism or into fundamentalism of one kind or another.

So it's extremely important that the wisdom of the 'dark night of the soul' gets across, because if people understand the necessity for this crucifixion, and understand that it's preparing a resurrection and empowerment, then they will be prepared to go through it without too much fear, trusting in the logic of the divine transformation.

The Benedictine monk Bede Griffiths shared with me his experience of the dark night of the soul. He said he was sitting outside his hut one day when he felt as if a hand hit him on the right side of his being. He had suffered a massive heart attack that destroyed what he described as his patriarchal mind and gave him access to a much deeper elaboration of
Oneness with all things.  


 He said, "It's a very strange thing, but when I thought of surrendering to the Mother I of course thought of Mary--I often say the 'Hail Mary'--but it was Mary as the Black Madonna that came into my mind. She is the mother of the earth as well as heaven, of the body as well as the soul, the mother of the subconscious, the hidden, of all those powers that the
'masculine' mind represses; the Mother of the sacred darkness. In Her the Western Christian vision of the Divine Mother and the Eastern one merge and meet; you can think of her as both Mary and Kali, both preserver and destroyer. From that time on, I have turned to Her again and again.  


Invoking Her strength and grace, I find, makes the 'birth' go so much faster and more cleanly."

The power that is doing this to us is coming towards us simultaneously with terrifying destruction and extreme grace and prosperity. The destruction is, in fact, a form of that extreme grace. It's quite clear that humanity is now terminally ill, and can only be transfigured by a totally shocking revelation of its shadow side. And this is what we're living
through, these shadow sides exploding in every direction because we have done nothing but betray the sacred in us.

We have lacerated the sacred in others. We have betrayed the sacred in an orgy of fundamentalism. We have brutalized the sacred in nature. We are now terminally destructive.

So only an almost terminal destruction that reveals to us the full extent of our responsibility in this destruction can wake us up. And that is what is happening, and it will get worse. It's bound to get worse. But it is only being done to us for our own redemption.

Those who turn to the Mother in total faith, those who turn to the Black Madonna in total admiration, those who realize the mercy behind the violence will be given extraordinary protection, strength, and revelation. They will be empowered in the core of themselves to become what everybody who has a heart and a mind must now become--a spiritual
revolutionary devoting their entire life and all their resources to the preservation of the planet.

Finding the Black Madonna, in whatever form you want to find her, realizing the massive task that she's doing and turning to her for protection is now crucial to the preservation of the planet. It's extremely important that people really come to understand the feminine and turn towards it, because it's our betrayal of the feminine in ourselves and in the divine that has led to this crisis.

Copyright Andrew Harvey 2004--All Rights Reserved


 ***Footnote:

I've found it interesting that one of the most consistently read of my blog posts has to do with "Black Tara" (2010).  Truly a Tibetan manifestation of the Dark Goddess, I often wonder why so many are curious or responsive to this Goddess.