Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 278 – September 20, 2014

Named Blessingway 20 Tahoma Equinox 2014 009 Sunrisea day of celebration… a friend’s visit, a magical mystery tour, sun bursting through clouds, coming home to mountain mama, traveling through the twilight zone, sunset with Tahoma’s mesmerizing light show as colors deepen from glowing white to warm peach, every breath a moment of beauty singing through our one heart, a moment of resting in the inner knowing that all is well and all will be well… yes, yes, yes…

 

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 277 – September 19, 2014

Named Blessingway 19 Peacemakers of Earth Motherevery moment is pregnant with the promise of peace… for all the moments of the next two days, i will be in deep peace as i unplug from the grid to be peace in each moment… let us join with the Mamos from the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta in an effort to achieve peace for Mother Earth.

                                                      INVOCATION

We call all noble-hearted people to find within the light of love and divinity that dwells in them from immemorial times, since their souls have existed.
May this light … expand on the earth showering her face with peace and harmony.
May this light … calm and harmonize the black shadow of war, violence, hate and disharmony .
May this light … fill the hearts of all people and the sites of nations where the shadow of violence has found a place to stay.

May this light reach the hearts and minds of ALL the Heads of State,
of ALL leaders of the revolution from  right to left from north to south.

We extend our profound gratitude to all the Shamans (Mamos) of the world, all men, women and children from  different cultures, races and creeds, from all cardinal directions who have joined us and those who will join us in this effort to raise a prayer for peace and nonviolence .

We wash away the cries of the distressed, the blood of the victims of violence, the pain of their families.

May they be replaced by the innocent laughter of children, the ideals of youth and the wisdom of life of our elders.
May we no longer know the signs of strife: to hear birds singing sorrows, nor watch clouds stained with blood, nor feel breezes intense with heat, nor see rivers swollen by the mountains’ tears .
That new fraternal bonds of unity and peace formed through our invocation together, may embrace humanity in harmony with itself and with nature.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 275 – September 17, 2014

Named Blessingway 17  Dream Cave Heart++

This is how you change
when you go to the orchard
where the heart opens:

you become
fragrance and the light
that burning oil gives off,

long strands of grieving hair, lion
and at the same time, gazelle.

You’re walking alone without feet,
as riverwater does.

The taste of a wine that is bitter and sweet,
seen and unseen, neither wet nor dry,
like Jesus reaching to touch.

A new road appears without desirous imagining,
inside God’s breath, empty, where you quit saying
the name and there’s no distance,
no calling dove-coo.

A window, a wild rose at the field’s edge,
you’ll be me,
but don’t feel proud or happy.

Bend like the limb of a peach tree.
Tend those who need help.
Disappear three days with the moon.

Don’t pray to be healed, or look for evidence
of “some other world.”
You are the soul
and medicine for what wounds the soul.

~ Rumi ~

love sharing blessingway space with you…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 271 – September 13, 2014

Named Blessingway 13 Rumi Love's Pull 2

today’s pilgrimage is a surrender into love, dancing the path with heart beginning with a refreshing swim with one of my pods and continued deep listening to what the heart desires… an outer pilgrimage into the silence surrounding the earth at the foot of the mountain… take off traveling the rainbow trail with the sun’s warm embrace blessing the way… deepening into being, deepening into love, deepening into being love…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 269 – September 11, 2014

Named Blessingway 11 Oregon Coast Pilgrimage July 2014 003 Wildpeace

awaken today to trees dancing wildly as the winds transform them into whirling dervishes and herald the return of spirits to the Pacific NW… a song of blessing the space begins singing me making the pilgrimage today truly a walk in wonder into deep recesses of peace in the ground of being… thank you, thank you, thank you…