welcome, welcome to day 11 of a season of peace, day 9 of this moon of the flowering field and this day of celebrating the astonishing light of being in this moment of blessed unrest and great turning… are you wondering about re-joy-sing that all is well when we see so much falling apart, so much suffering? it is said that confusion and uncertainty are the raw materials of wisdom and understanding, that every birth is messy and painful and then once the new creation emerges, our one heart melts and we sing at the frequency of ecstasy…

still in the glow of the full moon in leo lighting our fire, melting the ice of our one heart, let us in this moment truly see each other, see the astonishing light we are and looking through eyes of wonder, oneder, let us see there is only one of us here made up of trillions and trillions of cells, each cell with its own destiny, purpose, dharma, pathless path…

may the provocations of the outer and inner worlds awaken us more deeply to our seeing provocations as pro vocations impelling us into our vocations, our callings to be who we truly are – rainbow lightwaves of love re-joy-sing that in this moment of presence, in every present moment, all is well…

welcome to day 9 of a season of peace and this seventh day of the flowering field of february when the heartsong, soulsong of pachamama, our earthmother calls this hollow reed, this instrument of peace to rest in preparation for a deep sea journey as the sun begins to shine on the energy of rebirth… 

as i dance the via transformativa, the way of rebirth, of awakening, i find myself being in dark, unknown spaces, uncertain moments which open into portals leading home as i return to the breath and the magical blessing of thanks transporting me into the  deep earth of our being, the wisdom place in the core where we float in the sea of love energy, the most powerful healing, wholeing medicine that gives birth to a dancing star…

thousandfold thanks for walking home with me along the pathless path of illumination and sitting around the purification fire of great mystery always being loving presence…

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and what an 8 day, an alpha and omega day, a be all/end all day, a day of silencio and stillness, a day of feeling the kindness of rhythm on the pilgrimage…. a day of hearing the cries of the world rising in frequency and intensity, a day of feeling the quickening of collective birth pangs, a day of gathering with midwives to co-llaborate on empowering space for dreams, encouraging strength to take one more step, celebrating the new/old song gestating, trusting in the call of soul…

and, so, i turn to kuan yin, goddess of compassion, protector of women, children, sailors, fishermen, anyone in trouble, and the sick, disabled, and poor… she who walks the boddhisattva path foregoing enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated and free from suffering…

according to legend, kwan yin tried so strenuously to alleviate the suffering of all beings that her head split into eleven pieces… buddha awarded her eleven heads with which to hear the cries of the world and when she heard all the cries and reached out to address the needs of so many, her two arms shattered… now, buddha gives her a thousand arms to offer her compassion to all…

may our one heart remain always open being lovingkindness to all and may we all reside in the peace passing all understanding real-i-sing the beauty of our true nature of joy…

Remember the clear light, The pure clear white light From which everything in the universe comes, To which everything in the universe returns; The original nature of your own mind. The natural state of the universe unmanifest. Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.

~ The Tibetan Book Of The Dead ~

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Give light and people will find the way.

~Ella Baker, Activist~

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thank you angel of light for being with us in those moments of feeling a storm rushing in uprooting centuries of debris, thank you for pouring healing waters constantly and cleansing, clean-sing so all may see the light of our true nature, who we are essentially…

 in these moments, can we have too many reminders of all the lovingkindness occurring on the planet? far too often,  corporate media inundates us with the old stories of fear and scarcity, when, in truth, every moment there are more acts of compassion with the groundswell moving more and more in that direction towards the arc of justice…

#SanctuaryEverywhere is the simple idea of the American Friends Service Committee that everyday people can come together to keep each other safe and that draws on the many traditions of peoples’ movements protecting targeted communities, like the Underground Railroad during slavery, Kindertransport during the Holocaust, the protection of conscientious objectors during the Vietnam War, the Sanctuary Movement in the 1980s and in more recent years, #NotOneMore, which has sheltered numerous undocumented immigrants from deportation…

thousand fold thanks for all the countless ways we are being beloved community, we are coming together to stand in love for love, to form a bridge of sheltering arms providing true refuge for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free, the dreamers, the strangers both inner and outer, all our neighbors, all are relatives re-membering we belong to each other, we be longing for each other…

welcome to day 6 of a season of peace… come lie with me here in the flowering field taking in the beauty of this moment…

it is said it only takes 144,000 sentient beings to hear the call and turn toward el canto hondo, the deep soul song, the dream of the earth to establish a re-newed paradigm of reality singing in the frequency of harmony throughout the ocean of being…

how i love meeting you in this field of what we deeply value, this sacred space of interconnectedness…

here, we witness and celebrate this collective hearing and following the call to come back home to spirit, to dissolve into spirit, to be so at one with spirit that all borders vanish… we are present as love, the animating energy of all that is, the saving grace that simply opens the door to love… trusting that in this surrendering, this softening, this turning toward pachamama, the unifying spirit breathing all our relatives alive, we are transported to the stillpoint, the place of creation where the dance of the new begins…

today as we return back home to spirit and dissolve into be so at one that all borders vanish between me and thee, we come in gratitude offering our pains and suffering to be used as compost to nourish the earth… we come as love, the animating energy of all that is and knock on the door asking this door to open to love, simply open… in this trusting, this surrendering, this turning we are transported to the stillpoint where the dance begins, yes, we’re coming back…

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…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…

~St Francis~

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welcome to this day of dancing with the energies of life, of witnessing the ebb and flow of the rhythmic tides, the currents of great mystery, this day of of re-membering to surrender and soften into the embrace of the sheltering arms of the cosmic tree of life waiting patiently in this moment on the fifth day, the quintessential day, of celebrating a season of peace…

Peace to all beings
Whether near or far
Known or unknown
Real or imaginary
Visible or invisible
Born or yet to be born.
May all beings
Be well and happy
And free from fear.

Peace to all beings
Within and beyond the imagination
In the world of ideas
In the world of memories
And in the world of dreams.
May all beings
Be well and happy
And free from fear.

Peace in all elements
Of earth, air, fire and water
Fulfilled in space
Peace.

Peace in all universes
From the smallest cells in our bodies
To the greatest galaxies in space
Peace
And light rising

Peace to all beings
Within each being here
To those beings that have been in the past
And to those beings that are yet to be in the future
May all beings
Within each being here
Be well and happy
And free from fear.

(Buddhist Prayer)

on this quintessential day of peace re-membering the quintessential peace pilgrim, may we all tune into the timeless frequency of being peace in this moment…

welcome to the first day of this moon of the flowering field of february falling on the eve of the holy day of imbolc and the third day of a season of peace… a moment, a day, a moon, a year, a decade to begin anew and call in the spirits asking to be presented with doors that open as wide as our heart to our new path of discovery, of awakening unfolding along the road less traveled… a road inviting our wholehearted presence, our wholebeing essence, our complete trust, our suspending doubt when in places unknown and in uncertain circumstances, our letting go of any and every thing no longer working to open the space of the flowering field way out beyond and way in the deepest recesses of the holy vessel, temple of love we are, everything is…

we honor our new beginning still under the glow of the cosmic moon of transformation and celestial synchronicity with our soul’s intention for change… in our new life and story for this decade, this turn around the sun, this month, this day, this moment we commit our energy to… being there for each other in peace, love and joy trusting in beloved to carry us across the wild deep blue sea to a shore we cannot see, trusting beloved to carry us into the true refuge of great mystery’s unfolding grand design…

in this moment of new beginning, will you join me in dreaming into now a just world of love and peace? i also invite you to engage in peace and love with daily ultradian healing breaks, sacred pauses to come home, returning to the deep restoring breaths that reset our being back into balance… thousandfold thanks…

my soul honors your soul/our soul… i honor the place in you/in us where the infinite resides. i honor the light, love, truth, beauty, joy and peace within you/within us…

namaste, beloveds…