in each and every sacred moment, may we reverence the mystery of cosmic flow and be fully present to whatever may come and go trusting in the web of infinite, interconnected threads woven by creatrix, source of all that is…

may we be still in the muddy waters resting gently in the ebbtide until the waters clear and the seeds begin to sprout while lotus blossoms one petal at a time and wings unfold as they dry in slow motion…

may we all befriend the pregnant pause, the space of stillpoint where we dream in the rhythm of the waves as we mother peace and birth dancing stars…