every day is one of dreaming, every day is one of awakening… in this special first moon of the new turn around the sun, we are perfumed in the essence of dreamtime carried by the energy of great mother bear through the dark tunnel into the sacred space of the dream lodge, the cave of the heart, the place beyond words, the primordial womb of great silence, of pure consciousness, true emptiness before the world begins… here we rest in the gap with silence breathing us in and out… as we hibernate in this deep cave of imagination, a new world is forming in this watery womb, this ocean of being…
breathing in and breathing out, we return to our great mother in still silence to receive essential nourishment as she breathes us into life through the placenta of the void, the organ of great mystery…
may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we journey along the path of blessed darkness and deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity and of the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer within and be the ones we have been waiting for… all our relations one unbroken circle of radiant love illuminating the dark sky, revealing wonder…
Monthly Archives: January 2019
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 25 – 1/10/2019
as rains gently fall,
poets journey as pilgrims
dreaming beautyway…
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on this tenth day of journeying january, the moon of dreaming, what is awakening in you, what beauty is taking flight?
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yes! this is the year for us to take flight
being dreamweavers of translucent, rainbow light
hearts soaring as one to unimaginable height
yes! this is the year for us to take flight…
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always i hold the dream, the vision of peace painted across the cosmos, a peace built on justice guided by love and elucidated in the Cathar Creed…
It has no membership, save those who know they belong.
It has no rivals because it is non competitive.
It has no ambition – it seeks only to serve.
It knows no boundaries, for nationalisms are unloving.
It is not of itself because it seeks to enrich all groups and religions.
It acknowledges all great teachers of all the ages who have shown the truth of love.
Those who participate, practice the truth of love in all their being.
There is no walk of life or nationality that is a barrier.
Those who are, know.
It seeks not to teach, but to be, and by being, enriched.
It recognizes that the way we are may be the way of those around us because we are that way.
It recognizes the whole planet as a being of which we are a part.
It recognizes that the time has come for the supreme transmutation, the ultimate alchemical act of conscious change of the ego in to a voluntary return to the whole.
It does not proclaim itself with a loud voice, but in the subtle realms of loving.
It salutes all those in the past who have blazoned the path, but have paid the price.
It admits no hierarchy or structure, for no one is greater than another.
Its members shall know each other by their deeds and being, and by their eyes and by no other outward sign, save the fraternal embrace.
Each one will dedicate their life to the silent loving of their neighbour and environment, and the planet, will carry out their task, however exalted or humble.
It recognizes the supremacy of the great idea, which may only be accomplished if the human race practices the supremacy of love.
It has no reward to offer, either here or in the hereafter, save that of the ineffable joy of being and loving.
Each shall seek to advance the cause of understanding, doing good by stealth and teaching only by example.
They shall heal their neighbour, their community, our planet and living beings in whatever form they take.
They shall know no fear and feel no shame and their witness shall prevail over all odds.
It has no secret, no arcanum, no initiation, save that of true understanding of the power of love and that, if we want it to be so, the world will change, but only if we change.
All who belong, belong; they belong to the Church of Love.
may we all dream and awaken to our medicine, our power, of weaving our light beingness into a seamless tapestry of lucid luminosity alive with love, liberation, compassion, wisdom, joy, awe and the deep peace of the running wave…
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Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 24 – 1/9/2019
“We need the tonic of wildness—
To wade sometimes in the meadows where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe;
To smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
At the same time we are earnest to explore and learn, we require that all things be mysterious unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.
We can never have enough of nature,
We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features: The sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and decaying trees, the thunder cloud, the rain that lasts three weeks and produces freshets.
We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.”
~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
today’s pilgrimage, today’s wandering in wonder opens into so many wild and precious moments of inscendence, of burrowing into the soul, of taking full advantage of the dreaming moon of journeying january to ground in the earth and listen deeply for her soul song echoing heaven’s spirit song of how soul will be unfolding in this 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 field of rainbow pillars of light…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 23 – 1/8/2019
today, i warm up by touching the inner sun shimmering over the ocean we are – such a lovely day of gray on the outside calling us home to the heart to listen to the sounds of the waves as they/we find our way to the shore and begin to breathe in the rhythm of waves, gently ebbing and flowing, now, dreaming in rhythm with the waves…
on a day such as this one…
“May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.”John O’Donohue
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 22 – 1/7/2019
as powerfully potent as the last three weeks and the last three days have been on the sojourn in the desert of the heart, like Thay, i walk in peace feeling the spaciousness of the pathless path of heart… what a delight it is to gather with other sojourners on the buen camino to share in a collective dreaming process where we contemplate intentions for this turn of the wheel and listen for pachamama’s song arising from the womb of the earth…
ah, yes, this moment, this beautiful moment is just right for dreaming under the dark moon, for moonifesting a world of peace while our creative process frolics merrily… so, join me in attuning to this frequency… soften your eyes, deepen your breath, smile inwardly saying thank you, thank you, thank you for… all things bright and beautiful, rainbows, hope, sun and moon, stars and seas, friends and family, all our relations, love, peace, harmony, justice… re-membering…
“The creative state of mind … is, first of all, one whose interest in what is being done is wholehearted and total, like that of a young child. With this spirit, it is always open to learning what is new, to perceiving new differences and new similarities, leading to new orders and structures…
…to awaken the creative state of mind is not at all easy. …it is one of the most difficult things that could possibly be attempted. Nevertheless… I feel that it is for each of us individually and for society as a whole the most important thing to be done in the circumstances in which humanity now finds itself.”
~ David Bohm ~
may we all awaken to our child heart, our seedbed of creativity, in each moment listening, listening, listening for the cosmic heart song… may the song reach us in our wildest and deepest places inspiring our howling with the wolves and the whales – all is well, all is well and all shall be well…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 21 – 1/6/2019
ah…. a trifecta of riches and revelations on this epiphany, this 13th night of the festival of illumination for in addition to it’s being epiphany, it is also astonishing light of being day and we are still feeling the energy of the mountain goat dark new moon manifestation super powers…
our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transruting shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination comes to a close after last night’s saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 12th night’s sun of the watery sign of Pisces…
on the twelfth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Pisces) gave to me, a dream of… a pair of dolphin named Philo and Sophy swimming in the deep blue see of divine love energy demonstrating how to be fluid ecstasy in radical simplicity…
living simply, living freely, living in the moment, imbibing the living waters of the ever present moment, every wonder filled moment changing constantly, every moment sacred breathing into beauty, even with, especially with, the whole world seemingly going up in flames, re-member, that which does not burn, where death has no entry, here is the present moment in the center of the earth, the stillpoint of love, joy, peace and harmony…
trusting this day of epiphany dances us more deeply into true reality where we listen to our one cosmic heart singing melodically entraining us all to clearly see each moment as guru, every moment to simply be… joyful rainbow mystery…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 20 – 1/5/2019
i love this time of sojourning in the desert of the heart and resting in the field way out beyond and way in traveling along the pathless path leading to who knows where… such a delight today is on this first new moon following soulstice, our ninth holy day as we turn around the sun, our day to celebrate great mother seeding the field for this turn’s cultivation…
as our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination continues sauntering across the desert guided by a constellation and our 11th night’s sun of the airy Aquarius sign proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the water bearer…
on the eleventh night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Aquarius) gave to me, a dream of… my packing lightly for traveling with a family and i’m down to one of my favorite peaces – co-ordinating the colors i’ll wear on this flowing odyssey along the rainbow trail which reminds me of an old story about the water bearer, gifter of last night’s dream, one of my favorite stories…
THE CRACKED WATER POT
A water bearer in India had two large pots, which hung on each end of a pole that he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and one half pots of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor, cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past 2 years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
may we all embrace our shadows with warmth melting the ice into sparkling water of life… and, tonight, on this twelfth and final night of our light journey across the desert in search of the divine child, the inner inextinguishable light, the christed, anointed consciousness, may we awaken to our ever present inner eternal flame of divine light…
what seeds are you planting?
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 19 – 1/4/2019
our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter, walk on holy ground or coddiwomple, travel in a purposeful manner toward an as yet unknown destination.across the desert guided by a constellation and our 10th night’s sun of the earthy Capricorn who once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the surefooted goat…
PEOPLE ARE BEGINNING TO FIND OUT GOING TO THE MOUNTAINS IS GOING HOME; THAT WILDERNESS IS A NECESSITY.
~ John Muir ~
in honor of mountain goats and sacred mountains singing us home, i love showcasing last night’s dream gift with an image of Maria dancing in the shadow of a mountain and when we listen intently, we hear her singing, “The Hills Are Alive with the The Sound of Music” and the music flows freely through us inspiring dreaming in the rhythm of sound waves…
on last night, the tenth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Capricorn) gave to me, a dream of… the sound of music, hills coming alive, goats dancing, goatherds yodeling, impossible dreams transformed into i’m possible intentions, our starting at the very beginning of this new year, this new you under the almost dark new moon of the surefooted one… and you, what dream did the goat gift you?
may we all flow in love’s frequency…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 18 – 1/3/2019
our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into being and becoming ever more radiant light over the twelve days of the Feast of Incarnation, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 9th night’s sun of the fiery Sagittarius… once again, the sun sign giving the gift proves to be the “just right” incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Sagittarian Archer, Wounded Healer/Healer of Wounds, Transformer of Shadows into Light…
on the ninth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Sagittarius) gave to me, a dream of… riding the wind into great silence where everything/no thing is still like a numinous coiled rainbow serpent resting in the gap right before the arrow of love, the most powerful intoxicant penetrates and awakens the inner jewels of the core to come alive, to open to being a spiraling, sparkling rainbow wave of pure delight, a confluence of colors and frequencies merged into an arc of waves, a bridge uniting all opposites…
thousandfold thanks to the archer of love, the laser beamer of light for turning the darkness into clear sight…
let us close with Black Elk’s vision of all that is as related, as one, and the archers bringing the healing balm of true understanding, of radiant light of love…
Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I saw in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all forms as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.
Then as I stood there, two men were coming from the east, head first like arrows flying, and between them rose the Daybreak Star. They came and gave a herb to me and said: “With this on earth you shall undertake anything and do it.” It was the Daybreak-Star herb, the herb of understanding, and they told me to drop it on the earth. I saw it falling far, and when it struck the earth it rooted and grew and flowered, four blossoms on one stem, a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow; and the rays from these streamed upward to the heavens so that all creatures saw it and in no place was there darkness.
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 17 – 1/2/2019
make every moment a moment of peace…
is the intention and seed energy i am planting with every breath and every step as we co-create a cosmos where peace is built with justice, with balance, guided by love…
on this second of seven days of rest,
our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues sauntering across the desert guided by a star and our 8th night’s sun of the watery Scorpio once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Scorpion Goddess, Serket’s amazing transformative medicine of turning a sting into a healing, a shadow into a gift…
on the eighth night of Christmas, the Feast of Incarnation, my true love (Beloved Scorpio) gave to me, a dream of… being held in a home where a chalice was offered and it overflowed onto something precious and i felt stung by the possible ruination of something i treasured after so many days of feeling the constant barrage of waves and waves of watery light so frequent that i could scarcely catch my breath… Enter the Scorpion Goddess to anoint the field of chaos and move us into the stillpoint where we breathe in and breathe out from a deep place of peace at the bottom of the sea…
thousandfold thanks to the company of angels protecting us all as we traverse the challenging initiation of communion that moves us to that mythical field out beyond wrong doing and right doing to a symphonic frequency wave field never before heard, the sound of the many bells as one bell silently ringing us home guided by love to the deep peace of running waves…
may every moment be a sacred gift woven around our cosmic heart of wonder…