Octopus Spirit Calling
I know, Octopus spirit is calling,
I can feel it in my skin
and my heart.
Like, She was just waiting
for my eighth swim:
waiting for me to swim in honor of the eight directions;
in honor of Her;
in honor of all things.
I know, Octopus spirit is calling.
I can feel it in my eyeballs
like a kind of excitement,
when I look at Tree Woman
with Her four roots and two limbs
all reaching, in a whole lot of directions,
and know what is coming next.
I know, Octopus spirit is calling
me, to do her bidding;
like when She had me carry all those rocks
to build her a shrine;
an eight legged medicine wheel
in the desert.
She was making me ready.
I know, octopus spirit is calling
because it’s my job:
my work; my life; my love; my passion
and She. And I. Swim.
In the same Sea.
Cathie Jo aka Shar Shk Buk
©Sept. 24th. 2015
If It’s True…
If it’s true, and it is,
that all art is autobiographic,
then Octopus Woman is me…
is all women,
and She is.
Gazing at Her, She brings me back
to something my little brother told me many years ago.
He said that he thinks, most men are afraid of women…
That we are such unfamiliar,
mysterious, alien beings
that they do not comprehend us and respond in fear.
Perhaps this fear would be better served,
translated into awe, reverence and respect.
Yes, we are alien beings;
creatures of the sea; ruled by the moon:
Changing Women – one and all.
We are more inclined to dance,
all eight arms, simultaneously.
More ready to offer up our three hearts, for the breaking.
More inclined to weep our salty tears, back
into Mother Sea’s loving arms.
If it is true, and it is;
that the seas are dying,
and her children with her…
How is it, that we know these things
and continue to push,
forcing our way into this dismal abyss?
If it is true, and it is.
How is it, that we have not all, simultaneously
fallen to the ground, in our collective grief?
I have been here, in Suquamish, for six months.
I have waited six months for this day.
But that’s not the whole story…
Before this, I waited ten years.
Ten years ago, Octopus Spirit first called my name.
There in the Sonoran Desert,
She had me hauling rocks to build her a shrine…
A medicine wheel, surrounded by sand and cactus.
This morning, She woke me with the knowing
that the day had finally come.
And so I began my first Octopus Woman.
Now we are here, at Old Man House Beach,
to make a special offering: eight little seaweed rolls
tied with perfect little knots into precious little bundles.
I cast them out into the sea,
along with my love and gratitude
and speak of my undying devotion…
She says, in return…
“I love you;
with all my hearts,
and all my arms.”