our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transmuting shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination comes to a close after last night’s saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 12th night’s sun of the watery sign of Pisces…

last night,on the twelfth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Pisces) gave to me, a dream of… a pair of fish named Venus and Cupid swimming in the deep blue see of divine love energy demonstrating how to be fluid ecstasy in radical simplicity…

living simply, living freely, living in the moment, imbibing the living waters of the ever present moment, every wonder filled moment changing constantly, every moment sacred breathing into beauty, even with, especially with, the whole world seemingly going up in flames, re-member, that which does not burn, where death has no entry, here is the present moment in the center of the earth, the stillpoint of love, joy, peace and harmony…

trusting this day of epiphany dances you more deeply into reality where you listen to our one cosmic heart singing melodically entraining us all to clearly see each moment as guru, every moment to simply be…

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i am/we are poetic PEACE pilgrim/s pioneering the updated 19th Century Oregon Trail into the 21st Century Rainbow Trail manifesting our destiny of awakening our one illuminated heart...

~i am/we are rainmaker/s re-treating into sacred space, the blessed land belonging to us, beloved community...

we are beings of the beautyway

dancing as stars in the sky above

painting with sand in the earth below

we are people flowing in harmony with the river below the river

always being love…

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i love this time of sojourning in the desert/ocean/sky of the heart and resting in the field way out beyond and way in traveling along the pathless path leading to who knows where… such a challenge and stretch today is with being evacuated from my abode in the wee hours of this day to truly i knew not where and being in the not knowing, the feeling of having been dropped on an alien planet, of being homeless and disconnected while still trusting in the invisible realms to deliver me to where i could truly say such a delight today is to celebrate great mother seeding the field for this turn’s cultivation… planting so many seeds of peace today along with harmony which brings rain to wherever it is needed and seeds of compassion and love and simplicity and generosity and wisdom and joy and beauty…

as our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination continues sauntering across the desert guided by a constellation and our 11th night’s sun of the airy Aquarius sign proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the water bearer…

on last night’s eleventh night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Aquarius) gave to me, a reality and dream of… my packing lightly for traveling with other pilgrims on this flowing odyssey along the rainbow trail which reminds me of an old story about the water bearer, gifter of last night’s dream, one of my favorite stories…

THE CRACKED WATER POT

A water bearer in India had two large pots, which hung on each end of a pole that he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and one half pots of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor, cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.

“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“I have been able, for these past 2 years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

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may we all embrace our shadows with warmth melting the ice into sparkling water of life being who we are and being there for each other… and, tonight, on this twelfth and final night of our light journey across the desert in search of the divine child, the inner inextinguishable light, the christed, anointed consciousness, may we awaken to our ever present inner eternal flame of divine light…

what seeds are you planting?

“PEOPLE ARE BEGINNING TO FIND OUT GOING TO THE MOUNTAINS IS GOING HOME; THAT WILDERNESS IS A NECESSITY.”

  ~ John Muir ~

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our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter, walk on holy ground or coddiwomple, travel in a purposeful manner toward an as yet unknown destination.across the desert guided by a constellation and our 10th night’s sun of the earthy Capricorn who once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the surefooted goat…

in honor of mountain goats and sacred mountains singing us home, i love showcasing last night’s dream gift with an image of Maria dancing in the shadow of a mountain and when we listen intently, we hear her singing, “The Hills Are Alive with the The Sound of Music” and the music flows freely through us inspiring dreaming in the rhythm of sound waves…

on last night, the tenth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Capricorn) gave to me, a dream of… the sound of music, hills coming alive, goats dancing, goatherds yodeling, impossible dreams transformed into i’m possible intentions, our starting at the very beginning of this new decade, this new year, this new moon (month) of waking up… and you, what dream did the goat gift you?

may we all flow in love’s frequency…

through loving you, i love all our relatives

by being peace with you, i am  peace

peace before me, behind me, below me, above me, surrounding me, immersing me, within me

walking home together the peaceful rainbow trail, peace deepens and expands in the cosmos

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our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into being and becoming ever more radiant light over the twelve days of the Feast of Incarnation, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 9th night’s sun of the fiery Sagittarius…  once again, the sun sign giving the gift proves to be the “just right” incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Sagittarian Archer, Wounded Healer/Healer of Wounds, Transformer of Shadows into Light…

on the ninth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Sagittarius) gave to me, a dream of… riding the wind into great silence where everything/no thing is still like a numinous coiled rainbow serpent resting in the gap right before the arrow of love, the most powerful intoxicant penetrates and awakens the inner jewels of the core to come alive, to open to being a spiraling, sparkling rainbow wave of pure delight, a confluence of colors and frequencies merged into an arc of waves, a bridge uniting all opposites…

thousandfold thanks to the archer of love, the laser beamer of light for turning the darkness into clear sight, for initiating the transcendant function to re-con-soul us, bringing us back into our true nature of peace …

let us close with Black Elk’s vision of all that is as related, as one, and the archers bringing the healing balm of true understanding, of radiant light of love and peace…

“Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I saw in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all forms as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.

Then as I stood there, two men were coming from the east, head first like arrows flying, and between them rose the Daybreak Star. They came and gave a herb to me and said: “With this on earth you shall undertake anything and do it.” It was the Daybreak-Star herb, the herb of understanding, and they told me to drop it on the earth. I saw it falling far, and when it struck the earth it rooted and grew and flowered, four blossoms on one stem, a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow; and the rays from these streamed upward to the heavens so that all creatures saw it and in no place was there darkness.”

making every moment of eternity a moment of peace and harmony is the intention and seed energy i am planting with every breath and every step as we co-create a cosmos where peace and harmony are built with justice, with balance, guided by love and compassion…

on this second day of seven days of rest, our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues sauntering across the desert guided by a star and our 8th night’s sun of the watery Scorpio once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Scorpion Goddess, Serket’s amazing transformative medicine of turning a sting into a healing, a shadow into a gift…

on the eighth night of Christmas, the Feast of Incarnation, my true love (Beloved Scorpio) gave to me, a dream of… being held in a home where a chalice was offered and it overflowed onto something precious and i felt stung by the possible ruination of something i treasured after so many days of feeling the constant barrage of waves and waves of watery light so frequent that i could scarcely catch my breath… Enter the Scorpion Goddess to anoint the field of chaos and move us into the stillpoint where we breathe in and breathe out from a deep place of peace at the bottom of the sea…

thousandfold thanks to the company of angels protecting us all as we traverse the challenging initiation of communion that moves us to that mythical field out beyond wrong doing and right doing to a symphonic frequency wave field never before heard, the sound of the many bells as one bell silently ringing us home guided by love to the deep peace of running waves…

may every moment of eternity be a sacred gift woven around our cosmic heart of wonder…

They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

~ Rumi ~

well come to us all to this new year, this new moonth of journeying january, the moonth of dreaming and this new day, this first day of beginning and the first day of seven days of rest being practiced by thousands of beings across the cosmos…

well come to us all to this journey of walking deeper and more expansively into the light, a journey like no other, a pathless path without markers where we feel our way and listen for the heart’s sounding and resounding, life lived as dream dreaming us… psychedelic, psychedolphic serpent of light coming into my life so early and leading me on a meandering spiral dance, the magical mystery tour, life…

our festival of illumination pilgrimage with the Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing continues under last night’s sign, the seventh night’s sun of the airy sign of Libra bringing a dream gift of an important key to life – balance – which is an image that has played through my dreams for as long as i can re-member as has contemplating life as walking a tightrope along the razor’s edge… on this first day of the new year, it feels so right to sit still on the seesaw of life and begin this turn with breathing in Libra’s gift of journeying to the inner stillpoint and breathing out the gift of balance into the cosmos… 

as we all sit on the seesaw of life, may we all feel the blessings of illuminated balance…

Blessing for the New Year

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green,
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

John O’Donohue

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson ~

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as we pilgrims of love bid farewell to and celebrate this last turn of the sun emptying of all that was, we continue our merry pilgrimage with the Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing under last night’s sign, the sixth night’s sun of the earthy delight of Virgo the Virgin, Singer of the One Song deeply rooted in all children of the earth and the music of the spheres uniting us all into the quintessential honoring of our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas, Festival of Illumination…

so, on the sixth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Virgo) gave to me, a dream of… all our relations entering the portal of a new turn around the sun with a new song, a canto of love and compassion, peace and harmony, generosity and co-creation… a new earth organically regenerating herself like the Virgin Goddess, the One Self…

Holy Synchronicity! this beautiful dream of the earth, this joyful song of the earth is mirrored in outer reality as Virgo herself transports me through the portal to an ebullient field, a wilder ness of enchantment where our new song, our true song is shouted to the rooftops dancing us all on the cosmic wave of love ringing us home to the sound of the bell, home to the heart where we dwell…

thousandfold thanks for this day of being in sangha singing light in darkness as we witness new horizons circling within and without, the great beyond. ultima thule…

our special pilgrimage with the Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing celebrating the twelve days and nights of the Feast of the Incarnation and honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas continues under last night’s,our 5th night’s, sun of the blazing fiery light of Leo the Lion-Hearted, Brother Sun, King of the Forest, Awakener of Wonder-filled Ecstasy, Sunflower of the Illuminated Heart…

so, on the fifth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Leo) gave to me, a dream of… overflowing radiance in the form of a blazing fire i leap into to save a soul… a dream of awakening with a clear and lucid message of  our inner light is inextinguishable, we are eternal… a dream gift of every moment of eternity being the guru, every moment of eternity a fractal of the whole, of synchronicity, of grace… every moment of eternity a moment of beauty, every moment of eternity the only moment, every moment of eternity a moment of peace…

we are pilgrims walking

the journeys of our lives

being the path of heart…

now, i’m curious as to what Leo is gifting you… do you, also, feel our one heart opening and expanding radiantly in this moment of eternity, this beautiful moment of eternity?

namaste, beloveds…