with every breath, with every step, encouraged by dragonfly, keeper of the portals of magic, mystery and manifestation, may we all open our one heart to our deepest desires and be our most dearly held dreams…
breathing deeply through our one heart and loving the dragonfly energy that is our guardian for this turn around the sun, we bless dragonfly as keeper of the portals of magic, mystery and dreams… her medicine is the power of weaving light into manifestation… just as we begin life in water, so too does dragonfly rapidly transforming into a beautiful winged creature exotically dancing luminescence…
yes! this is the year for us to take flight
being dreamweavers of translucent, rainbow light
hearts soaring as one to unimaginable height
yes! this is the year for us to take flight
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as the light returns, i find the pace picking up as i saunter ever deeper along the golden path and open core wounding to healing, transformative light… in this dreaming space, i am reunited with a guide whom i thought was lost, a “seeing eye” dog, riever, my golden retriever who helps retrieve my golden ticket, a passport to free and easy wandering, a parole from the prison of denial into a place of plenitude… thank you, thank you, thank you…
may we, with every breath, be the radiance we are…
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courage kindles
walking with a child’s heart
on the path of love
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For A New Beginning
In out of the way places of the heart
Where your thoughts never think to wander
This beginning has been quietly forming
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire
Feeling the emptiness grow inside you
Noticing how you willed yourself on
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is one with your life’s desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
John O’ Donohue
on this feast of epiphany today,
we beings of the beautyway
dance as stars in the sky above
and paint with sand in the earth below.
we river below the river people flow
harmoniously, always being love…
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now, breathing infinite love and gratitude deeply through our one heart,
we walk home together on this path of light…
how could we travel otherwise?
with every breath, we are all on sacred pilgrimage, a SHERO Journey to SELF…
SMILE Stillness
Heart breathe Essence
Embrace Journey to
Reverence Love
Open Flow
thank you for sharing this good road…
shanti, shanti, shanti…
breathing in
rhythm with waves
our one heart smiling
on all free and easy wanderers
sauntering in beauty along the rainbow trail
where boulders transform into floating clouds blowing in the wind
as we rest in the vast emptiness of this big sky moment stretching on forever
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thank you for walking me home
the poetic peace pilgrimage is sauntering
walking, dancing, floating into holy land
a path of heart freely chosen
knowing we are always home
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Here’s what Thoreau said, “I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks — who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering, which word is beautifully derived “from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre, to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, “There goes a Sainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.
yes, for this free and easy wanderer
sauntering is the way to be
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