every outbreath, an emptying… every inbreath, a re-membering…
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a day of listening to falling water
and dancing with the rain…
a day of walking without feet like riverwater
flowing home to source…
a day of gathering in the river below the river
singing and celebrating motherwaters…
a day of rising and falling waves, always being ocean
raindrops falling home peacefully to the sea, to the sea…
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such a delicious day, this next to last day of walking the camino of st francis as a dancing raindrop moving in the rhythm of an ancient sea turtle floating in the akasha re-membering…
yesterday marked 2100 days of daily journeying/journaling the poetic peace pilgrimage along this rainbow trail…
today is the fifty-sixth anniversary of the horrific bombing at the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama taking the lives of four astonishing lights: Addie Mae Collins, Carole Robertson, Cynthia Wesley and Denise NcNair and shocking the nation and the world… their tragic deaths marked a turning point in the Civil Rights Movement, ultimately, contributing to the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964… instead of provoking a race war, Birmingham Sunday rallied people from around the globe to support the civil rights cause…
let us pause for a moment to re-member all astonishing lights paving the way for critical progress and bending the arc of the universe towards justice…
today also marks the eighth anniversary of the occupy movement, another bending of the arc towards justice, which inspired me three months later to occupy the abundance of infinite love and gratitude… today i also remember the dream of five years ago of the tidal wave facing me, being in a state of suspension pondering whether i could open myself to the strength flowing through the cosmos, do i have it in me to hold the tension, to feel the dissolution, the loss, can i summon the courage to walk the path with heart…
today i see great spirit in the wave in a new way… as a dolphin/eagle/dog… the more i look into the wave, the more i tune into the breath of great spirit, the more i can deepen into breaking through to freedom…
yes, Don Juan, all paths are the same for the journey is the destination, it is the process that matters, the coming home to the heart…
yes, choose a path with heart, follow it wholeheartedly rejoicing in this moment of the extravagant journey that is life, the quintessential pilgrimage…
may we all travel a path with heart open to our ever more abundant cosmos generously gifting us whatever is needed…
blissings!