the heart of this tree, a childhood favorite haunting place, pulls me inside today giving the space for quiet integration of the momentous move of the last few moons… so much is coming in during this great turning and what once worked sems to now be obsolete as if we all have a new operating system and no manual…

so, i come home to the heart to sit in emptiness, to just be in this moment and breathe in the rhythm of the waves grounding myself in earth mother as the wind blows through and ignites a wildfire out of heart’s embers…

surrendering to the path of heart, sitting in emptiness in the stillpoint of creation, i await the birth of the new from the ashes of the old as darkness turns into light…