happiest of new moons in virgo – how i love this new moon and the opportunity to honor virginal power, being one with SELF (Stillness Essence Love Flow), i love this moon phase as the moment to go into darkness, the unknown, trusting that in emptying, surrendering to the divine, all is well as we open space in the depths of the watery womb to be seeded anew with our heart’s deepest longings… i love smiling with new moon as she breathes intention into life…
i love this day of moving like the ocean in rhythm with the rolling waves, this day of peacefully being the loving presence of joyous bliss which is an act of wild abandon and rebellion when so much of gravity pulls us into fear and despair and paralysis until we stop the world and come home to stillness, the peace that passeth all understanding…
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i am so grateful for this day of sweet surrender,
this day of being one with the tides of life…
seeing from vast ocean’s vantage point
the intricate web grandmother delicately weaves
connecting dots that on first glance appear unrelated
until one looks homeward with angelic eyes of the heart
discerning now the divine design patiently waiting in the wings for the blind to see…
thousandfold thanks for this moment, this beautiful moment, this luminescent moment
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Monthly Archives: August 2019
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 256 – 8/29/2019
today, we get to belatedly celebrate an important day in herstory/history as it’s three days after the day in 1920 (that’s ninety nine years ago) of the certification of the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution granting American women the right to vote—a right known as woman suffrage…
it’s a perfect day to celebrate all women of peace, all people of peace making herstory/ourstory with being peace on this eve of the virgo new moon, the being one in herself, sovereign moon, a perfect moment to plant seeds of peace…
yes, today is a lovely moment to honor and celebrate the inspiration, the mother of this journey, someone being this peace pilgrimage every moment…
peace pilgrim, in her late forties, committed to walking the planet being peace and in so doing, she planted and spread peace across the world demonstrating that a life lived trusting in a world of lovingkindness reaps an abundant harvest… never once did she lack for a ride or a meal or a place to sleep finding abundant generosity always surrounding her every step, her every breath…
thank you for joining in the peace pilgrimage and making her story, our story, history…
thank you for the astonishing light of your being, a beacon shining so brightly and helping to guide all of us home…
may we place our hands on our heart sending love to our relations…
when we find peace within ourselves, we are the kind of beings who live in peace with all our relations – may we all be peace…
om shanti shanti shantihi…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 255 – 8/28/2019
today is the quintessential dreamy day, so much so that i don’t even real-eyes until the eleventh hour tonight that this dreamy, floaty day is the fifty sixth anniversary of the iconic ” I Have A Dream” speech…
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“I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
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may our dreams of freedom and peace come alive today…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 254 – 8/27/2019
home sweet home, it feels good to be here and, with my eyes feeling so much better, it’s icing on the cake… the re-treat at the hospital-ity center with eyes closed so much of the time affords communing with the invisible realms in deep conversation about walking, dancing, re-joy-sing the pathless path with heart…
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“Loving activism is not just sitting back and saying, “Oh it’s great, just
ruin me or kill me.” Loving activism can be quite harsh in some cases,
in actual action like getting arresting, or bluntly saying, “You’re crazy,”
or, “You’re wrong.” Something with force, but more like the force of a
martial artist. Like good old Grasshopper [from the TV series “Kung
Fu”], he would throw the cowboy out the window with a smile on his
face in a relaxed manner.
So that’s loving activism where, even though you’re opposing this
policeman or this person and you’re in front of them, you are not
thinking that they automatically have to be evil. You are seeing the
opponent not as an object of hatred, but as an object of concern – you
want them to be better off, and you feel to oppose them is helping
them getting better off in a particular case.
The Pussy Hat thing, those marches were happy occasions. And this is
the key, I think. Try to find the sources of happiness within yourself
and around you, and then help the people who are unhappy, and
therefore causing evil. You may have to share that happiness with
someone who’s about to do some terrible thing, to help stop them from
doing it. You may even have to be forceful sometimes, like a mother
will be forceful with a child who’s hurting itself or going to hurt
something else in some careless way. But they don’t hate the child.
They just love the child. But you can have fierce love. You can have
fierce compassion.”~ Robert Thurman ~
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namaste
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 253 – 8/26/2019
one of the things that breaks my heart is the image of children imprisoned in detention centers and their families trying to touch them through the glass walls…
one of the things that breaks my heart wide open as i contemplate 15,000 migrant children being jailed by the usa as of last december is the two girls in california, Kaia and Lily,who decided to take action to raise awareness about each and every one of those children by painstakingly crafting 15,000 paper butterflies, each one representing an individual migrant child…
let’s grow a movement that closes all child prisons and ensures every being coming here is treated with dignity and respect…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 252 – 8/25/2019
Aloha Astonishing Light of Being Day! For a little more than three years now, beginning back on August 14 2016, i’ve been posting weekly segments on the astonishing light of being… even though i’ve followed doctor’s orders and spent another day in the dark to help my eyes, i can still feel the abundance of light pouring in today and so enjoy the presence of so many angels of light calling for an honoring of divine light consciousness… a quest-ion i’m asking everyone is, are you noticing even when your eyes are totally shut and you are in darkness, you are still feeling so much light? it’s as if our eyelid veils are lifting and light is everywhere… let’s turn now to a favorite poem on how to paint this light, how to be a shining being of luminosity…
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I asked a hundred painters and a hundred poets
how to paint sunlight
on the face of life
Their answers were ambiguous and ingenuous
as if they were all guarding trade secrets
Whereas it seems to me
all you have to do
is conceive of the whole world
and all humanity
as a kind of art work
a site-specific art work
an art project of the god of light
the whole earth and all that’s in it
to be painted with lightAnd the first thing you have to do
is paint out postmodern painting
And the next thing is to paint yourself
in your true colors
in primary colors
as you see them
(without whitewash)
paint yourself as you see yourself
without make-up
without masks
Then paint your favorite people and animals
with your brush loaded with light
And be sure you get the perspective right
and don’t fake it
because one false line leads to anotherAnd then paint the high hills
when the sun first strikes them
on an autumn morning
with your palette knife
lay it on
the cadmium yellow leaves
the ochre leaves
the vermillion leaves
of the New England autumn
and paint the ghost light of summer nights
and the light of the midnight sun
which is moon light
And don’t paint out the shadows made by lightfor without chiaroscuro you’ll have shallow pictures
So paint all the dark corners too
everywhere in the world
all the hidden places and minds and hearts
which light never reaches
all the caves of ignorance and fear
the pits of despair
the sloughs of despond
and write plain upon them
“Abandon all despair, ye who enter here”And don’t forget to paint
all those who lived their lives
as bearers of light
Paint their eyes
and the eyes of every animal
and the eyes of beautiful women
known best for the perfection of their breasts
and the eyes of men and women
known only for the light of their minds
Paint the light of their eyes
the light of sunlit laughter
the song of eyes
the song of birds in flight.And remember that the light is within
if it is anywhere
and you must paint from the inside
Start with purity
with pure white
the pure white of gesso
the pure white of cadmium white
the pure white of flake white
the pure virgin canvas
the pure life we all begin withTurner painted sunlight
with egg tempera
(which proved unstable)
and Van Gogh did it with madness
and the blood of his ear
(also unstable)
and the Impressionists did it
by never using black
And the Abstract Expressionists did it
with white house paint
But you can do it with the pure pigment
(if you can figure out the formula)
of your own true light
But before you strike the first blow
on the virgin canvas
remember its fragility
life’s extreme fragility
and remember its innocence
its original innocence
before you strike the first blowOr perhaps never strike it
And let the light come through
the inner light of the canvas
the inner light of the models posed
in the life study
the inner light of everyone
Let is all come through
like a pentimento
the light that’s been painted over
the life that’s been painted over
so many times
Let it surge to the surface
the painted-over image
of primal life on earthAnd when you’ve finished your painting
stand back astonished
stand back and observe
the life on earth that you’ve created
the lighted life on earth
that you’ve created
a new brave world~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti ~
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thanks be to great mystery for filling the air we breathe with luminous love…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 251 – 8/24/2019
we offer great thanks to our mother the earth, our father the sky, sister moon, brother sun and to all our relations for our earth walk, the way of the heart…
as we (s)age into grace we return to where we began… the garden of eden, heaven on earth and we see everything as if for the first time… this present moment, this ordinary moment, this extraordinary moment all one in the same…
when we rest fully in this moment, dwelling in the consciousness of the divine, we embody awe, awakened wonderfilled energy, and radiant light fills our being shining everywhere…
now, we are home, we have arrived…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 250 – 8/23/2019
dear co-hearts of our one heart,
an angel transported me to the temple on the hill today where a priestess looked into my eye and offered healing balm and encouragement for the path ahead, and i am so grateful for the messages coming through in such a way that i could hear them and that this loving field is so overflowing with lovingkindness, yes, we can get through anything as we breathe together… gratefully, i share this heartfelt message fra angelico said to his co-hearts half a millennium ago, it expresses what i want to say today and everyday…
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“I salute you. I am your friend, and my love for you goes deep.
There is nothing I can give you which you have not already, but there is much, very much, which though I cannot give it, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today.
Take heaven.
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this precious little instant.
Take peace.
The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach is joy. There is radiance and courage in the darkness could we but see; and to see, we have only to look.
Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by their coverings, cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard. Remove the covering, and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, and wisdom, and power. Welcome it, greet it, and you touch the angel’s hand that brings it.
Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, a duty, believe me, that angel’s hand is there, the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing Presence.
Our joys, too, be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.
Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty beneath its covering, that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.
Courage, then, to claim it, that is all! But courage you have, and the knowledge that we are pilgrims wending through unknown country our way home.
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Take Heaven! Take Peace! Take Joy! Take Love! Take Wisdom! Take Courage!
We Are The Eternal Radiance
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 249 – 8/22/2019
i’m going to keep this short and sweet tonight for just like last night, i’m having trouble seeing in the outer world…
so much to see in the inner world which is where i am destined to be for awhile longer…
it feels like such a part of the great turning we are all experiencing on one level or another with so much falling apart to come back together in a way that works in this moment…
that’s my cue, this moment, to turn off the lights, close my eyes and breathe deeply from the earth mother into every wild cell and out into the vast sky sea whispering thank you…