in the midst of a world unraveling, where we dance in the dark in the rhythm of unknowing, still, dwell in the river beow the river, the underground wellspring of love… re-member all you truly love… re-member… re-member… close your eyes as the waves of love rise and breathe it deeply into every wild cell… in this moment, this beautiful moment luxuriate in being love…

everywhere i am today feels like a hatchery; every circle, a nest of hatchlings breaking free from constriction and expanding into a more spacious home, an open heart… as with any birth, growth, transition, transformation, there is pain which underlines the importance of our nestling together and emracing each other’s journey through the birth canal into the river of awakening that flows into the ocean of love…

yes, these moments are the perfect ones to embrace what is, to befriend whatever comes our way… Rumi says it so beautifully…

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.