Each day has a moment of eternity waiting for you. Each day has a portal, a threshold, a liminal moment in which everything could open up and reveal itself to the eye that can see. ~ WilliamBlake ~

as we approach the almost full harvest moon, let’s walk out to the field and into the sacred grove to survey the harvest, what has been growing in us over the past few moons… some fruits we savor, some we compost… in this field of silence under the waxing moon, we hear whispers of this season to go to ground, to root in the earth, our belonging place, to germinate and contemplate what wants to emerge as we walk deeper and deeper into the earth of being and becoming and through the rains with shimmering light filtering through revealing a golden treasure along the rainbow trail… our transforming Self in glowing detail…

listen to the whispering sounds of silence for where the soul is pulling on us to venture now, to what we are now called to in this one wild and precious life…