Sacred Interruptions

--to the Rise Collective

 

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Sacred spaces lit by the jewel
of a dragonfly wing,
supplied by Mother Nature herself,
interrupted only by the babbling
of the stones under current of water.

Sacred spaces of our creation,
whirring of fan blowing spirits of the past,
these winged blades of air
bearing their weightless support
yearning to yield pain to peace,
scream to smile, anxiety and anger
to aimless meanderings.

Can anywhere become sacred upon
our blessing and amiable ambiance,
upon the releasing of expectations
and stressful resentments and anger
that create separation?

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Sacred moments when weary
becomes rest, when serenity inter-
rupts our strained stress and
allows us breath, when we read
and touch the divine, souls near
intertwine.

 

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If to be sacred is to be dedicated,
to be protected, to be devoted
to a purpose, if we are helping another
to become secure, if we are reaching out
to aid in a being’s wellness,
are we not doing something sacred?

 

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If to be sacred is to be secured
against violation, as by sense of right;
if to be sacred is to be properly immune
from violence and inviolable…
should not all beings be treated as sacred?
Should not all neighbors be souls to aid?
Who are we to bring animosity to another?

 

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If we look at every person,
every animal, every plant,
every thing on this earth,
every stone, particle of soil,
hypha of fungi, molecule of air
as having the potential to change
and therefore living in spirit
and soulful, then sparking
in a godly way, how can we not
see ourselves in a web of endless
spirituality and having the potential
of simmering in sacredness?

 

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Twice I have floated above the earth
and lost time. I was in the center
of a labyrinth, seated cross-legged
on stepping stones placed in the soil.
One of these times, my twin was seated
next to me. We floated together,
as close as we once were in the womb.
I felt the universe and the emptiness
was full of enough love for all.
For everything and everyone.

 

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How, then, do we make these moments,
these places sacred in our lives?

How do we interrupt
the chaos
with the divine?

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by Julie S. Paschold
aka Tansy Julie the Soaring Eagle

2.8.25

How to Order You Have Always Been Here

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You Have Always Been Here

Poetry by Julie S. Paschold

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Julie Paschold’s poetry collection, You Have Always Been Here, is a diaphanous touch of a bird feather across your cheek. A whisp of a weaved wing, like an electrical current, a flutter of energy that, like devotion, brings both satisfaction and sadness. She writes of love and the struggle to understand it when mixed with long-held and deep-set beliefs. Julie’s book is a rewarding prayer of and for connection: “because I have been here before,/this reaching for each other,” that once read, “. . .you are never the same/again.”   --Bonnie Johnson-Bartee, author of Cord Blood (2022 Sandhills Press), 2023 Nebraska Book Awards (Poetry Honor award)

Julie S. Paschold’s You Have Always Been Here is at once an intimate queer prayer—to a beloved, to a reader, to a god knit of desire and muscle—and a grief psalm. These poems invite us home to wheelbarrow and highway, to find release in the circles of a body running on a track, a pair of eagles flying, a spring returning with rain that taps “the melody of longing.” In this collection, queer yearning for another—“this reaching for each other”—is a form of faith, knowing that “no matter what does happen / we will be okay with each other / even after it does.” These poems carry us, cradle us through even the after, “free to leave,” reminding us of how to love ourselves and others wide as willow and wind. Let these poems hold you. Let these poems bring you home to your warm body.   -- Kelly Weber (they/she), author of We Are Changed to Deer at the Broken Place and You Bury the Birds in My Pelvis

 In You Have Always Been Here, Julie S. Paschold takes the reader on a journey full of yearning and unrequited desire that is touchingly and honestly portrayed. The poems in this unconventional love story are a heartfelt reflection on the helical nature of connection, love and loss.      --Amy Haddad, author of An Otherwise Healthy Woman

 

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 Horizons: Poetry by Julie S. Paschold

Winner of the 2024 Nebraska Book Award

(Design Honor Category)

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Embark on a captivating journey through the vibrant world of living soil, where new horizons await under the very ground we tread and the tapestry of human experience unfolds.

This is an invitation to delve deep into the bonds of family, to explore identity and the spectacular essence of beauty, and to discover the marvels of Mother Nature's cyclical dance. Horizons pays homage to the richness of soil, a precious nonrenewable resource, blending the art of poetry with the wonders of science and everyday life.

So come join us on this expedition, those of you from all walks of life, starting from the bedrock of soil and venturing forth until we reach the breaking of the earth, to bask in the sun.

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Other Places to Purchase the paperback Horizons and support local owners:

Francie & Finch Bookstore, Downtown: 130 S. 13th Street, Lincoln, NE 68508

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Advice to a Young Person: a poem

 Having recently been judged for who I am, on a brief single meeting, based on labels and closed minds and prejudices, when I thought we had made a connection--I am processing this news. Rather than post the poetry that is coming out of this pondering, I will post this poem about my self--giving advice to potentially a younger version of me. Or to anyone who needs to hear it. 

Please, in this world of anger, hurt, tumult, and uncertainty, be kind to each other. Learn to find our commonalities, our qualities of goodness, the wonder that surrounds us.  There is a universe full of love out there, if we choose to share it. 

Advice to a Young Person

Who am I to give you advice?

Having fallen down the stairs
a dozen times,
not from some inept dance step
gone wrong

but a mismanagement
of medication,

a build-up of toxicity
from becoming sober

so my brain
and doctor didn’t know how to
handle me:

I am now
one mis-wired soul
held together by hope and
the few memories that remain.

What do I recommend for life?

 Find a doctor with whom you are
comfortable,

that listens to you,
to whom you can sing all your problems
so your anxiety doesn’t play

like a fiddle
and you are in harmony with

your body.

 Go to the dentist so your teeth
don’t jiggle like an un-played piano,
keys loose,

wires out of tune,
melody irretrievably lost.

Find someone or something to love
full-bodied

and do it proudly,
whose care and respect for you
is enduring and endearing.

Cuddle and hug daily.

Listen to the natural world;
let it surround you with serenity.

Repair yourself;

allow others to aid

in that mending;
allow them time to mold themselves

anew

as well.

 You are not who you were,
            but who you have become.

 Be the story-teller of your own song.

Be original and assertively authentic,
your voice sonorific enough to be heard,

whether it twangy or soothing,
sonorous or off-beat,

country or city,
bizarre or sad or modern or antique.

Be you, for we are all broken,

and yes,
you are enough.

 

 Tansy Julie the Soaring Eagle Paschold
11.6.24