Connecting with Mate

This week Web Spinner reflects on time shared connecting over Mate with a much loved volunteer named Alec.

Alec is a man in bloom. He is a New Yorker, from Long Island, who began his travels with the intention of experiencing different ways of life. On the road for eight months, he traveled coast to coast across The States, heading south to Peru from LA, before arriving at Aluantu back in May.

It is a privilege to be sharing a room with this beautiful soul. We have known each other for a short time only, but it feels as though we have slipped into a depth of connection which is familiar to kindred spirits and family of soul. We are a mirror for the other and it is a gift to be able to witness and engage in conversation, meditation, yoga and chanting with him.

Alchemy exists in relationships of soul. I´m not sure what it is, but it seems as though some kind of channel opens and inspiration is sensed and met.

We were sharing Mate, a South American tea, in the kitchen one morning. The tea is a social technology, and facilitates connection through sharing. The vessel of the Mate, is a small, dried, hollowed out pumpkin. A straw of bamboo, with a carved/engrained filter is placed in the pumpkin and covered with Mate. The full name of the tea is actually Yerba Mate and it is important the straw isn´t moved once covered.

A thermos, which accompanies the drinker(s) and pumpkin, fills the vessel and it is sipped until empty and then passed. When you´ve drunk your fill you say thank you. Otherwise the vessel goes round and around, inviting conversation, gratitude and connection. It is a ritual which disregards time, and brings one into presence of company and conversation.

Alec connected to some divine inspiration whilst we drank and we began to play with the idea over the next few days. It´s so invigorating to feel the electrifying surges of inspiration when they run through a body.

We are following the threads, and are reminded by Greg to anchor ourselves in presence, as “it is in the present where everything happens.” The days here continue to be stimulating and growth inducing, even if I´m unable to name quite exactly how it is I am growing.

Spring is around the corner, perhaps with the coming season the flowers will begin to sprout.

Wishing you peace and abundance, and for the time being, my love. I leave you with a stirring poem by Mary Oliver.

With gratitude,

Web Spinner

 

 

The Journey

Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice–

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do–

determined to save

the only life you could save.

 

 

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