On Imbolc (In the Belly) also known as St Brigid’s Day, Groundhog Day and Candlemas, we celebrate a day of pausing before walking through a door into the new, into the uncharted, the unknown… a moment of emptying to enter into silence to give attention and intention to what we choose to give our life energy to for all our relations…

i choose to be loving presence and to open the doors of our one heart wider to the ocean of compassion, moving from resistance to rezestance where we’re filled to overflowing with this moonth of omens and oracles heralding radical regenerativity which spirals us full circle to the little groundhog who sees his shadow portending more winter…

however, our friendly hedgehogs have a different experience portending spring around the corner… it all comes down to how you look at things, doesn’t it? we all have the ability to look at things clearly, to see the world as it is… oceanic oneness flooding our being with the preciousness of this wild and wonderful world and life…

as we celebrate midwinter in the northern hemisphere on  this day midway between winter soulstice and spring equinox, feel the goddess returning as goddess of the hearth with sacred flame to warm our one heart again…

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on this gray day of midwinter

the cold has begun to fade

and the days grow longer

a time when earth is quickening

birthing the fire after darkness

now, goddess of the hearth returns with eternal flame

and as earth grows full of life, blessings resound…

may we all celebrate the abundance of new life

and the cascading prosperity of cosmic flow

as light and love  illuminate our path of heart

and return us to our home…

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synchronistically, this day, 2-2-2023 vibrates at a frequency of the angelic realms, a turning of the wheel with the cycles of life onto another level, a consciousness co-created with the angels of lovingkindness and compassion, a consciousness of the heart…  welcome home!

welcome to the first day of this moonth of fleeting february, the first day of black history moonth when the family and friends of Tyre Nichols are burying this beloved being beaten to death by the police on his way home and the third day of a season of peace… a moment, a day to begin anew and call in the spirits asking to be with us in these turbulent times as we witness so much collapsing all around us… in this fleeting moment, let us breathe deeply from our earthmother who loves us so as we float along the river of life less traveled… a river inviting our wholehearted presence, our wholebeing essence, our complete trust, our suspending doubt when in places unknown and in uncertain circumstances and travel way into the deepest recesses of the holy vessel, temple of love we are, everything is…

let’s amplify the first day of black history month with re-membering the greensboro sit-in, a courageous moment that grew into a revolutionary movement…

in the late afternoon of Monday, February 1, 1960, four young black men entered the F. W. Woolworth store in Greensboro, North Carolina where the friends could feel the invisible line of separation between the shopping area open to everyone and the dining area that barred blacks from taking a seat.. they knew, as all blacks in the South did, that stepping over that line might get them arrested, beaten or even killed but all four moved together in silence and sat down at the lunch counter to take a stand…

“It took a few moments for anyone to notice, but the change within the freshmen was immediate. The Greensboro Four, as they would come to be known, had not embarked on a deep study of Mahatma Gandhi’s concept of satyagraha, his method of nonviolent action, but they experienced the first change it intended to create—a change that takes place within the people taking action. Just as the African American community of Montgomery, Alabama, following Rosa Parks’ arrest in 1955, discovered their power, the Greensboro Four experienced a transformative strength.”

the four students politely asked for service and were refused with the white waiter suggesting they go to the “stand-up counter” and take their order to go, which was the policy for black customers… by now there was no sound in the dining area, the voices of white patrons were hushed with just the clink of silverware audible as the four sat in silence as if they were in friends meeting or at a church service… eventually, a police officer entered the store and spoke with the manager and then walked behind the four students and took out his billy club pacing back and forth behind the activists, hitting his night stick against his hand but he didn’t speak or escalate… the activists began to understand the power they could find in nonviolence as they realized the officer didn’t know what to do, and soon left..

the last person to approach the Greensboro Four on that first day was an elderly white lady, who rose from her seat in the counter area and walked over toward them and sat down next to the four students and told them she was disappointed in them saying, “I’m disappointed it took you so long to do this.”

by simply taking a seat at the counter, asking to be served, and continuing to sit peacefully and quietly, the Greensboro Four paralyzed the store, its staff, its patrons and the police for hours that monday afternoon… when the flummoxed manager announced that the store would close early, the young men got up to leave feeling victorious and would be joined in the coming days by hundreds of students sitting down to take a courageous stand…

let us follow the beautiful examples of Tyre’s mother calling for peaceful protests as the way to honor her son and the elderly white lady and commit our energy to… being there for each other in peace and love trusting in beloved to carry us across the wild deep blue sea to a shore we cannot see, trusting beloved to carry us into the true refuge of great mystery’s unfolding grand design and to act from that grounding in the love we are to create a world of justice…

in this moment of new beginning, will you join me in weaving into now a just world of love and peace? i also invite you to engage in peace and love with daily ultradian healing breaks, sacred pauses to come home, returning to the deep restoring breaths that reset our being back into balance… thousand fold thanks…

welcome to the second day of a season of peace and this last day of journeying january where we bless the space of this moon, this moonth of dreaming… dreaming a world of peace… being a world of peace in this moment, this wild and precious moment…

on this day of reverencing the journey to our one heart, let us come together and contemplate unity as we meet in the sacred field out beyond…

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deeply breathing into the belly, the wisdom center, visualize a pillar of light emanating from the galactic central sun, then going through all beings of light inside our Solar System, through brother sun and sister moon and then through your body to the center of our earthmother… deeply breathing again into the belly, visualize another pillar of light rising from the center of earthmother, then up through your body and upwards into the sky towards all beings of light in our solar system and our galaxy and the billions of other galaxies in our ever expanding cosmos… feel you are now sitting in two pillars of light, the light flowing both upwards and downwards simultaneously and keep these pillars of light active for a few minutes…

with another deep belly breath, visualize a soft pink healing divine feminine energy light wave, healing all our relatives of their past traumas, bringing peace, harmony, understanding, abundance and unity… see all of us working in unity for the creation of the new earth… see all relatives celebrating and joyfully participating in the creation of our new reality where everyone can obtain what they need and freely choose to live as they desire for the good of the whole…

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may we celebrate the radiance of  light uplifting the rising tide, the surging flow of divine feminine energy flooding the streets, the town squares and on and on and on…

as we bless this space between us, this one long continuous conversation, being together with truth; this blink of an eye month so potent with transition into the unknown – a great turning within, intimate communion with all that is – flows from the deep wellspring at the center of being… a moment of feeling the earth move under our feet as we make a seismic shift and like the earth, open to what is calling us, what must come forth in us and feel into what we truly love…

as we are pulled by a magnetic force to gather together, to stand together in love, i hear the same conversation echoing again and again…. how are we to be in this pivotal moment, who are we to be… and on this day of the turning of the wheel contemplating what is truly real, asking what are we choosing to birth, for what do we choose to stand?

i return to the courageous, the valorous voices booming from all the standing rocks where they stand as a rock that will not be moved, will not stray from being loving presence and speaking truth to false power…

the stone people the council of ancestors are asking for our prayers, our presence, our profound direct action for the next seven generations… they ask us now to come to stand together…

We Stand for the Earth loving her dearly.
We Stand for the Water for it is life.
We Stand for the Children, the holy vessels of the holy vessel!

standing together being loving presence always…

“I offer you peace.
I offer you love.
I offer you friendship.
I see your beauty.
I hear your need.
I feel your feelings.
My wisdom flows from the highest Source.
I salute that Source in you.
Let us work together. For unity and peace.”

~ Mahatma Gandhi ~

in concert with the season for nonviolence which begins today on the anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination and ends 64 days later on April 4th, the anniversary of King’s assassination, today, the pilgrimage begins my favorite season that’s always in season – a season of peace…

on this first day, i commit more wholeheartedly than ever to weaving a consciousness of compassion and a culture of peace grounded in and informed by the lives of Gandhi and King and countless other relatives who know peace is the way.. let’s begin with a contemplation and practice of courage, of heart which is a LOVEly way to begin for goodness knows the way of the peacemaker takes great courage, great heart in a world of dominance consciousness… let us now light the inner flame of our one heart and invoke the beloved peace prayer of St Francis to begin this saunter – this walk on holy ground for this season of peace…

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“….. make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.”

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may we all begin and end each day with a prayer for peace and invoke it through our ultradian healing rhythms that ask us to pause every 90 minutes or so throughout our awake time to sustain optimal functioning…  when saying hello and goodbye to beings, may we say “May Peace Prevail on Earth…”  may we create space in our lives dedicated to praying for, meditating, singing, dancing, contemplating  and being peace… in this way, we create a cosmos of beauty and harmony and a culture of peace built on justice, on balance and guided by love…

thanks be for helping me to live this day quietly, peacefully… to lean upon cosmic great strength trustfully, restfully… to wait for the unfolding of the implicate order patiently, serenely… to meet others peacefully, joyously… to walk all ways with wonder and wisdom…

sixty years ago today, beloved poet, Robert Frost died… he is with me today as i re-member sixty-two years ago being at the inauguration of JFK where Frost delivered the inaugural poem which was to be “Dedication” only the sun’s glare off of the snow kept him from being able to see the words so he recited another of his poems, “The Gift Outright”….

funny, i would have sworn it was this poem or Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, perhaps because it was such a bitterly cold day in DC following a heavy snowfall so that we had to take a train from Richmond… as with so many people, that day began a lifelong love of his poetry with The Road Less Traveled taking center stage:

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

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this meditation on choice, such a touchstone, as we all come to forks in the road where we need to pause and tune in to the silence of the heart… listening… listening… for love’s heartsong which whispers the way…

yes, when it comes down to it as to what is essential and how to best serve the whole, soul answers the call of the wild and saunters along the path of adventure, to traverse a path asking for wholehearted, wholeinterbeeing devotion…

with every breath, with every step, may we commit to being present in, trusting and surrendering to divine flow – the stillpoint of our essence of love where the dance of life begins…

take this moment of true refuge as pregnant pause to rest in the gap, the space between formless and form, the silence from which the dancing pours forth to simply be… in this moment, this wild and precious moment…

today’s singing light in the dark pilgrimage is dedicated to Pete Seeger who died 9 years ago today, the father of  folk music and a shepherd extraordinaire still calling us to embody our better angels by singing love and to the crew of Challenger who died 37 years ago on this day… for nearly seven decades, Seeger was a musical and political icon who helped create the modern American folk music movement… seeing himself as a sower of seeds, Pete lit quite a path from the 1930’s through to 2014 when he died…

a prominent civil rights activist, Seeger helped popularize the anthem “We Shall Overcome,” in the 1960s, he was a vocal critic of the Vietnam War inspiring generations of protest singers and later he was at the center of the environmental and anti-nuclear movements…

let’s perfume this honoring of Pete with a few of his songs that nudged us all along lightening the way… re-member or if you are young enough, member these words, interbee with them opening to what stirs within…

“If I had a hammer,
I’d hammer in the morning,
I’d hammer in the evening,
All over this land,
I’d hammer out danger,
I’d hammer out a warning,
I’d hammer out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.”

“Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one.
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?”

“We shall overcome.
We shall overcome.
We shall overcome some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I know that I do believe,
We shall overcome…”

thanks bee for this archive of America’s music and conscience, a testament of the power of song and culture to nudge history along and as Pete would say, one teaspoon at a time…

on this day 78 years ago, the Soviet Red Army liberated the Jewish concentration camp of Auschwitz, in Poland… this day came to be known as the International Day of Commemoration in Memory of the Victims of the Holocaust… this post is dedicated to all who liberate and to all of us who are liberated…

in keeping with this dedication, i share an ever deepening journey of aspiring to walk lightly on the journey of the pathless path of liberation and illumination home trusting our one heart to guide the way as we saunter in good company, beloved community, with the sangha of letting go, a caravan of re-joy-sing, as we surrender in service to the implicate order awakening to that which cannot be named… quantum leaping into the void (vortex of ineffable dimensionality) whose signposts can only point to where we are wandering as:

hollow reed, drop of dew, bubble floating in a stream

flickering light, phantom of the night, luminous, numinous dream

coming home to true emptiness, place of great silence, ground zero of all being

whirlwind spiraling silently while dancing stars form effortlessly

in open spaciousness of great mystery

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The Real Work

“It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.”

~ Wendell Berry ~

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may we all awaken to the inner call of the heart, hear our soul song, let go, let go, let go  to trust in cosmic flow being the impeded stream dancing and singing under the iridescent circle of great rainbow mystery…

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“come 
let’s fall 
in love 
again

let’s turn 
all the dirt 
in this world 
to shiny gold 

come 
let’s be 
a new spring 
a love reborn 

find our aroma 
from the essence 
of all who 
emit heavenly fragrance 

like a fresh tree 
bloom and spread 
all the blessings 
right from inside“

~ Rumi ~

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here we are in the last days of the first moonth of this turn around the sun in the moon of dreaming, the moon of stardust and it’s the moment of eternity to in joy the astonishing light of being… i’m re-minded and re-heartened daily by cascading down like water deeper and deeper into the dream cave to how important awakening to the dream within, the soul song here in the deepest recess of our one cosmic heart, to how important this act of creation, of co-creation is for as Thay and so many relatives remind us – our very survival depends on it…

like brother martin, like you, i have a dream of my own personally and for all of us collectively of our being more aware of our unity real-eye-sing there is only one of us here and each of our thoughts, words and deeds affects all our thoughts words and deeds and creates, co-creates reality, the unitive field of the implicate order…

i will be silently present with you now being peace while echoing the words of Rumi as we dwell for this moment, the only moment, in dreamtime, the stillpoint of creation, the formless void from whence the light of pure love emanates…

may your dreams come alive today, may our dream come alive today as we fall in love with the earth of our being again…

deepest bows to grandmother spider… always weaving a web of such amazing, intricate interconnectedness demonstrating beyond the shadow of a doubt that we live in a cosmos of implicate order, great mystery unfolding, yes, below the deep river of suffering is another river always bubbling and whispering all is well…

there is so much every day to share about walking this spirit path along the rainbow trail, yesterday between the Doomsday Clock’s annual announcement and my websites still acting as if still under the spell of Mercury retrograde challenges i didn’t write of the dreams this day always seems to bring and i really want to honor them in this moonth of dreaming…  so, i’ll begin with re-membering a lucid dream of seven years ago on this very (yester)day, a potent dream of grace, so perfect for these times when we are called to listen, listen, listen to the heartsong of the council of ancestors – rainbow sky, the stone people, brother sun, sister moon, floating clouds, mother waters…

 i’m in a car and we’re winding around a mountain road when i real-eyes no one is driving the car… i look around and feel the presence of pure love auto piloting the vehicle and in that moment i know i can relax and trust this journey… looking out to the left, i see beloved ocean below flowing in and out and i am filled with peace, love and joy as we continue our spiraling trek around the mountain into the land of rainbow sky where i breathe this moment of awe and rest on the trail of wandering in wonder knowing everything is grace, especially important on a day like today to be reminded and to hear the lost falls’ echoes rising from the river below the river whispering… be here now standing in the center one with cosmic flow of love powering the vehicle… fast forward to last year when i arose with the words of the lucid dream that we had gone to war and that even so, all is well… one month later the US/NATO war against Russia would escalate and still i have the rainbow’s promise that all is well in a cosmic sense and now we come to yesterday’s lucid dream of sitting in council and given sacred instructions to walk a path of liberation freeing myself of all save the essential while opening the heart ever more widely meeting each relative with aloha always coming back to the breath, to this moment of eternity, home to our one cosmic heart of pure love…

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“Being a victim of oppression in the United States is not enough to make you revolutionary, just as dropping out of your mother’s womb is not enough to make you human. People who are full of hate and anger against their oppressors or who only see Us versus Them can make a rebellion but not a revolution. The oppressed internalize the values of the oppressor. Therefore, any group that achieves power, no matter how oppressed, is not going to act differently from their oppressors as long as they have not confronted the values that they have internalized and consciously adopted different values.” ~ Grace Lee Boggs ~

today, as i re-member the quest ion Grace Lee Boggs would always ask – what time is it on the clock of the world – the Science and Security Board of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, a disarmament advocacy group founded in 1945 by Albert Einstein announced the moving of the hands of the “Doomsday Clock” that reflects the risk of nuclear conflict ten seconds forward from the current 100 seconds to 90 seconds to midnight… this decision is thought by many experts to not align with the gravity of the situation we face with the US/NATO/EU proxy war against Russia waged in Ukraine and their refusal to negotiate with Russia and so would push it from 90 seconds to one second or a nanosecond which brings me right to the lineage of the order of the  zen peacemakers and their practices which open the space for the deep peace arising from the emptiness of our true self, when we do the inner work of changing consciousness from dominator to partner… let us go to the edge trusting in the implicate order to bring all that is into cosmic balance…

SiddhiZen Peacemaking

THREE REFUGES OF A ZEN PEACEMAKER

Inviting all creations into the mandala of my practice and vowing to serve them, I take refuge in:
Buddha, the awakened nature of all beings.
Dharma, the ocean of wisdom and compassion.
Sangha, the community of those living in harmony with all Buddhas and Dharmas.

THREE TENETS OF A ZEN PEACEMAKER

Taking refuge and entering the stream of Engaged Spirituality, I vow to live a life of:

Not knowing, thereby giving up fixed ideas about myself and the universe.
Bearing witness to the joy and suffering of the world.
Healing myself and others.

TEN PRACTICES OF A ZEN PEACEMAKER

1. Peacemakers throughout all space and time recognize that they are not separate from all that is.  This is the practice of Non-Killing.  I will not lead a harmful life nor encourage others to do so, and will abstain from killing living beings, thus living in harmony with all life and the environment sustaining it.
2. Peacemakers throughout all space and time are satisfied with what they have.  This is the practice of Non-Stealing.  I will not take anything not given, and will freely give, ask for, and accept what is needed.
3. Peacemakers throughout all space and time encounter all creations with respect and dignity.  This is the practice of Chaste Conduct.  I will give and accept love and friendship without using or clinging.
4. Peacemakers throughout all space and time listen and speak truthfully and compassionately.  This is the practice of Non-Lying.  I will compassionately and constructively speak the truth as I perceive it, purposely deceiving no one.
5. Peacemakers throughout all space and time cultivate a mind that sees clearly.  This is the practice of Not Being Deluded.  I will embrace all experience directly.
6. Peacemakers throughout all space and time realize lovingkindness.  This is the practice of Not Talking About Others’ Errors and Faults.  Accepting what each moment offers, I will realize that I am not separate from any aspect of life.
7. Peacemakers throughout all space and time realize equanimity.  This is the practice of Not Elevating Oneself and Blaming Others.  I will not blame, judge, or criticize others, nor compete with others or covet recognition.  In this way, I practice inclusiveness.
8. Peacemakers throughout all space and time are generous.  This is the practice of Not Being Stingy.  I will not foster a mind of poverty in myself or others, and will use all the ingredients of my life, giving my best effort and accepting the result.
9. Peacemakers throughout all space and time transform suffering into wisdom.  This is the practice of Not Being Angry.  I will not harbor resentment, rage, or revenge, and will roll all negative experience into my practice.
10. Peacemakers throughout all space and time honor their lives as instruments of peacemaking.  This is the practice of Not Thinking Ill of the Three Refuges.  I will recognize that I and all beings are expressions of oneness, diversity, and harmony.

shanti, shanti, shantihi…