though i have a daily practice of this mantra for almost two turns around the sun, sometimes it’s hard to leap into the unknown trusting in the wings, the sheltering arms to appear… that’s when i love flying shamanically to grandmother ocean and listening to her lullabies blessing adventuring into new spaces, wide open places of true refuge, coming home to our one heart…

this ides of september seems an especially potent day of calling so many to let go, to surrender all to love and to re-member to be insightful, give up sight …

Grandmother Ocean Blessingway

May you find in me the Grandmother of the Cosmos.  
May my heart be a grandmother’s heart, my waves like a mother’s arms.  
May my response to your suffering be a mother’s response to your suffering.  
May I sit with you in the dark, like a grandmother sits in the dark.  
May you know through our relationship that there is something that can be trusted.