here, at the crossroads we stand in the confluence…

welcome, welcome to day 60 of a season of peace, to day 3/3/3 in magical march, to a day of formally embarking on a virtual pilgrimage of hearing gaia’s call to be a healing vessel which has been forming forever, to a day when two beloved pilgrims from the land of first lemuria return home, to this day of hearing pilgrim voices across pachamama coming from the open spaciousness of not knowing, surrendering to and trusting in the whirlwind to lead the way…

there is no exit, this is life… and, in the very instant of surrendering to the whirlwind, we are transmuted into whirling rhythm… and in that moment,that long drawn-out moment, the world cracks wide open…

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may we all awaken to earth’s energy re-membering we are one heart…
may we all awaken to earth’s oceans as our clean-sing tears…
may we all awaken to earth’s wind as our enlivening breath…
may we all awaken to earth’s landscape as our body…

may our one heart open dormant seeds
may our tears fill rain clouds
may our breath give flight to migrating birds
may our body be an island of refuge

may earth mother receive our one heart for her energy
may earth mother receive our tears for her oceans
may earth mother receive our breath for her wind
may earth mother receive our body for her landscape

 may earth mother open dormant seeds
may earth mother fill rain clouds
may earth mother give flight to migrating birds
may earth mother nurture islands of refuge

and, may the cycles of life flow unceasingly

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