I have come to drag you out of yourself, and take you in my heart.

I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had and lift you like a prayer to the sky.

Rumi

as we enter more and more deeply into the stillness of these holy days, are you hearing that still small voice imploring you to come back and turn toward the being of light you truly are, the luminescent limitless light being beyond the caged protected self of limited vision?

may we all take full advantage of this season of riotous roots, of the stillpoint of creativity to turn away from fear and control and toward love and responsible stewardship for being who we are… a prayer painting the skies, a soul song serenading the seas, a whispering wind wandering the earth in wonder, a sun illuminating the path of our one heart with the eternal fires of  creativity blazing a trail of  golden light…