welcome, welcome to day 60 of a season of peace, a day of pushing off from the safe banks of the river and leaping into the void of oceanic being trusting in the soul to flow in concert with the electromagnetic waves of spaciousness and trusting in the waves to bring us home to the one heart to dance with great mystery gracefully…

for so many moons, like you perhaps, i have acted on a calling to let go of all save the essential sensing deep in my bones a tidal wave building that would sweep away everything in its path requiring us to take refuge in the tiny space of the heart resting in the deep song and peace of the running wave where i am flanked by and hold paws with our sea otter tribe ensuring we all stay connected and do not drift away from each other during the dark night…

in this deep earth space of an unprecedented chaos cycle enveloping the cosmos, we share the tunnel, the birth canal where we live the questions of what’s to come…

“First the animals began dying, going extinct, and we did not stop
what we were doing because we are not animals.
Then the glaciers started melting and we did not stop
what we were doing because we thought we could do without them.
Then the forests were disappearing and we did not stop
cutting down the trees
because we could not imagine being unable to breathe.
Then the virus came and there was no one to stop us
but ourselves.” ~ Deena Metzger ~

Deena’s words remind me of the old saw, “don’t agonize, organize” which bring to mind some of our relatives who seem to be taking this calling to heart… i’m speaking of the typically solitary humpback whales who are also feeling the need to gather in super pods which confounds the scientists studying them…

let’s take a moment to imagine what inspires these singing poets to gather in this moment of eternity… do they. the archivists of the cosmos, have a message for us? are they showing us the importance of gathering together in solidarity to face challenging times? i’m going to tune in ever more deeply to the wise sages of the watery womb, the midwives of the birthing of a new and even more beautiful world…

in this liminal space where existence for all is at stake, we don’t have the indulgence of lies and pretense to stave off impending reality, we must live the questions of how to meet the challenges and how to live; and, yes, we must listen deeply for the radical (rooted) answers… yes, we are dying, not one of us will get out of here alive… may we use this dark night for the benefit of all learning how to truly live as the dancing stars we are…