a day of re-joy-sing on the pilgrimage as we resound the new notes and frequencies anchoring them into our bodies and activating the inner pools of genes to come more alive and circulate in rippling waves throughout the light body and the great beyond raising the flow tide of consciousness and lifting and deepening the sails of our one mothership…
today is a day of rainmaking, of holy synchronicity… do you know the rainmaker story? it is a favorite of mine and has been for decades, this story of restoring circulation between the inner and outer flow of life is the central story of my life and it has played a crucial role in my miraculously being able to come to findhorn for this retreat on…. (drumroll) flow…
during a time of great drought, a rainmaker was asked by villagers of a neighboring province if he could help bring rain to their dry fields… they had tried many other approaches without success before reaching out to him…
the rainmaker agreed to come and asked for a small hut with a garden that he could tend… for three days, he simply tended the garden… on the fourth day, rain began to fall on the parched earth. when asked how he had achieved such a miracle, the master answered that when he came to the village, he had sensed disharmony within himself and the village… each day, as he tended the garden, he returned a little more to himself… when he returned to balance, the rain came naturally…
in moments of drought and disharmony, may we all go within and tend our garden waiting patiently for the rain…
how fitting that a Lakota seer speaks in 39 words the mission bringing me across the sea to the other shore for 39 symbolizes liberation and 39 is the age when i spent a summer in a tipi on Rosebud, a Lakota reservation contemplating this very same journey i now embark upon 25 years later, a journey foretold at 21 and at 2, a journey that’s been sometimes quietly and sometimes dramatically unfolding every moment, every beautiful moment…
perhaps you’ll join with me in re-membering your journey to the stars by breathing in deeply through our one heart and down, down, down into the belly… into the stillpoint of creation, the watery womb, stable ground of all being, home to peace passing all understanding, beloved community’s belonging place… injoy this moment, this beautiful moment of gifts arising from the sea… flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing from the buoyant sea, the buoyancy of love’s frequency, the hum of cosmic harmony…
thousandfold thanks for our flowing in beauty…
twenty-three hours of floating through the clouds and atmicshere of graceland along a migratory pathway pulling us through the proverbial tunnel, the bumpy wormhole into a magical realm of green and yellow, love and joy the coins of this realm, the currency of this buoyant sea…
findhorn community, a place i have known of for almost half a century, is now a living reality as Magical Mac, the brawny Scotsman with a hypnotizing brogue conducts us to the field of dreams and the magical cottage which is our home for the next few hours, portal of entry into sacred space where all who are led find the horn of plenty, prosperity flows as love’s frequency grows…
yes, we are home, we have arrived… graceland opens to wondoorland as we see through the eyes of love, as we be the cosmic hum of harmony… namaste…
on this 162nd/9th day of the 3rd year of the PPP, we (yes, we, all our relations are journeying) are sauntering, as in traveling on holy ground, in mysterious may through milagro/miracle fields of floating clouds of the atmicsphere… may we all luxuriate in joy in this beautiful moment of our magical mystery tour…
For the Traveler
Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.
New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.
When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.
When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.
A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.
May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.
May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.
~ John O’Donohue ~