We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

~ T. S. Eliot ~

today’s pilgrimage mirrors the last 7×7 days of inscendence, of burrowing into the soul, of taking full advantage of the last days of fall and the first days of winter to ground in the earth and listen deeply for her soul song echoing heaven’s spirit song of how soul will be unfolding in the new turn around the sun…

may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity, of the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer and be the ones we have been waiting for, all our relations one unbroken circle of radiant love…