You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.

~ Rumi ~

welcome, well come to murmuration may, a moon of such potency so that as days ago i mused upon what this moon would be named, murmuration came across my consciousness and the more i comtemplated it, the more right on it seemed to be… this eclipse season, this bright fire moment offer such a portal for composting the unsustainable and imagining and regenerating a cosmos that works for all… today when i awoke, i heard the glad tidings that for the first time in 130 years, california condors were flying over the redwoods again and that seemed to be a lovely nudge from the multiverse to write in this moment of eternity of us as the starling beings we are, imaginal cells who love to cooperatively cluster together to change direction in such dazzling flowing fluid dances and who flock together in solidarity to meet the challenges of life…

and such challenges we face in this moment with the news of the probable overturning of women’s rights and today is the 80th anniversary of the internment of the Japanese in the usa and the unthinkable action of nuclear weapons being deployed again is actually being discussed while our living out of harmony continues to escalate…

so, let us take this moment to slow down and breathe and flutter our wings together in warm embrace re-membering who we truly are: dreamweaving starling beings of astonishing light shining luminously…