We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

~ T. S. Eliot ~

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today’s pilgrimage, today’s wandering in wonder opens into so many wild and precious moments and mirrors this last moon of inscendence, of drinking a tonic of WILDness and thenburrowing into the soul, of taking full advantage of the first days of winter to ground in the earth and listen deeply for her soul song echoing heaven’s spirit song of how soul unfolds in this new great turning around the sun…

today i sit still with the spirit of gaia while drawing down the energy of the waxing full moon, a perfect day for wu wei traveling with no fixed plans or concern about arriving, nothing to do, simply be in the moment as  dormant seed rooting deeply in earth… being one with the mother, communing with cosmos listening, listening for the song of the earth…

may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity, a loving awarenessof the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer and be the ones we have been waiting for, all our relations one unbroken circle of radiant love…

and, may we all dream and awaken to our medicine, our power, of weaving our light beingness into a seamless tapestry of lucid luminosity alive with love, liberation, compassion, wisdom, joy and the deep peace of the running wave…