well come, welcome to this sacred moment of eternity where we are offered the gift of luxuriating in the rhythm of the waves and tuning into the call to sync into the milagro field that grandmother spider activates within and between each one of us and which is where the impossible happens when we interbe a seamless tapestry of living our true nature as one symphony living in harmony and singing our one body home to the heart, to the present moment, the only moment…

thanks be for this moment, for every moment being blessed with gifts, lessons, understanding and friends… may our energy be a gift to all we meet… let us be centered, healing and open meeting each moment as a friend with courage, kindness, insight and compassion…

in this field of love may we walk
all day long may we walk
through the turnings may
we walk
on the trail of pollen
may we walk
with love in our one heart may we walk
with  love before us may we walk
with love behind us may we walk
with love above us may we walk
with love all around us may we
walk
wandering on a trail of
love, may we walk
beginning in love
deepening in love…

“Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old sorcerers were after was the final dramatic, end result of reaching that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others, less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour of quietude, before they reach the desired result. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called “stopping the world”, the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it’s always been. This is the moment when sorcerers return to the TRUE nature of man. The old sorcerers always called it “total freedom”
~ Don Juan (Carlos Castaneda) ~

today’s frequency calls us to stop the world as it has always been and dance the pathless path of silence in the dream cave of joy as holy fool of beauty, wanderer of  rainbow wonder, trusting in one’s elf to leap off of ledges into waiting angels’ wings, to dream of a cosmos where we wage peace with lovingkindness and compassion from our shared deep well of radical generosity…

today’s  journey is in deed a magical mystery tour, a day of gray, of rain and as i gaze into the river i re-member back nine years ago to a moment of stretching and traveling to a sacred space i have not been before…  appearing as serendipity, a gift of wonder, i witness one, two, three, four rainbows with one disappearing and another appearing in its wake… with no sign of sun, the gray, rainy sky was transformed into rainbows… until this wild and precious moment, i thought of the sky as blue, gray or black… now, i know sky’s true nature as rainbow, what a grace to interbee rainbow mystery…

holy synchronisiddhi! interbeeing the world as it is… rainbow mystery flowing joyously and freely for us all to see and be… the beauty of what we truly love…

with every breath, may we hear the call to come home to our one cosmic heart, the kingdom of joy, beloved communion as one celestial/gaiian chorus singing, winging… wildpeace…

“The world… has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living.  Not all…  are called to be hermits, but all…  need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally.  When that inner voice is not heard, when man cannot attain to the spiritual peace that comes from being perfectly at one with his own true self, his life is always miserable and exhausting.  For he cannot go on happily for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul.  If man is constantly exiled from his own home, locked out of his own spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person…  He becomes a kind of automaton, living without joy because he has lost his spontaneity.  He is no longer moved from within, but only from outside himself.”

~ Thomas Merton ~

today, 1/11 begins in the 111 angelic frequency and i really wanted to share an image capturing the astonishing light of being and to share some words of hope and inspiration aptly provided by John Paul Lederach who’s spent his life walking with people in many cultures through violent conflict towards transformative change:

A Stone of Hope

…”We are a deeply wounded nation. We know from trauma studies that our bodies carry the harm, and that the deepest pain is always the one experienced closest to home. Our wider body politic carries, not just the pain of what we witnessed this week, we carry centuries of harm — incited, delivered, and received from within our house.

I have noticed that across a wide and deeply divided political spectrum, most everyone seeks to speak for and protect the Constitution, almost as if our shared document is a victim. I would offer that the deeper casualty lies with the loss of our basic social contract. We note its disappearance when toxic social dynamics spill into the mainstream of our collective life: dehumanization replaces basic respect; blame supplants responsibility; and violence is justified over dialogue.

We also know from settings of armed conflict and from our own exemplars in this country who never stopped building the more perfect union, that it is possible to reverse these dynamics. 

Perhaps Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. captured this better than anyone. He consistently appealed to guiding pillars that sustained the commitment to the social contract while pursuing long sought change for equity and equality in the midst of deep division.

His first pillar referenced the deep soul’s despair that waiting for change was no longer an option. The ploys and pragmatism of politics kept placing true equality just out of reach, deferred to the next election or into potential new legislative goals. Promises no longer sufficed. “The sweltering summer,” as he called it, could no longer accept the “tranquilizing drug of gradualism.” This temporal pillar required such immediate action — and act they did and so must we — that he referred to it as the “fierce urgency of now.”

His second pillar constantly reminded people that the struggle for equality and dignity unfolds by way of a long and difficult pathway. So significant was this temporal challenge that in his words, now etched on a national monument, the movement must “hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.” Hope requires patience and persistence precisely because “the arc of the moral universe is long,” even as “it bends toward justice.”

In the midst of the temporal tension playing out between the fierce now and the long arc, Dr. King’s vision never wavered in the third pillar: the commitment to nonviolence and appreciation for our ultimate interdependence. Over and again, his imagination captured the understanding that while the past carries forward profound violation of dignity and the present continues to humiliate and divide, our future is shared. Calling this out in his “I Have a Dream” speech, he noted that across racial divides “their freedom is inextricably bound with our freedom” followed by the shortest single sentence in the speech: We cannot walk alone.

These pillars offer the way forward into renewing our social contract and reversing toxic dynamics.

Act on and walk into what you know to be true. Start local. Reach out beyond your comfort zone. Commit to nonviolence. Always protect the dignity of others. Walk together. In this the stone of hope is hewn.”

in closing on this day marking the first day of the 21st year of 35 people of the 779 still being held at Guantanamo, let’s listen to the questions of Adnan Latif before he died in Guantanamo on September 8, 2012: “Where is the world to save us from torture? Where is the world to save us from the fire and sadness?”

may we hear these cries and respond by ending torture with the closing of this prison now…

dan-sing between worlds,

floating through mists, quieting

into the stillness…

entering dreamtime

through the lifted veil of fog,

being the unseen…

flowing into source

down to the river below

 water falling home…

~

in the wake of suffering, we are given the opportunity to make a quantum leap into that often mentioned field that’s out beyond default positions, the field of grace, sacred space of flowing harmony, living quintessentially where we really see, we real-eyes…

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we have no dominion over wild darkness/light

ours is simply to be still, hollow reeds for flow’s swirling currents

witnessing as bittersweet freedom opens into true liberation of emptiness

ever expanding spaciousness sans rules and dogma, fixed ideas and beliefs

there is only the sea of love energy breathing in the rhythm of waves, cosmic mirror for all

~

down here in the depths of true emptiness, true reality,  the the central questions to us all live me calling me into contemplative conversation concerning what really matters… i always come home to love and the one heart we share… love always finds the way, love is the way…

may we all dwell, be well, in the stillness of the vast skysea always being love dancing rainbow mystery…

“The world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.” ~ Wendell Berry ~

the journey of one inch today takes me to the open field out beyond under a sky of clouds and into Stillness, a place, a sacred space where i love to sojourn… in this moment of eternity, the sun emerges creating a rainbow promising the alchemical gold and a moment of celebrating the astonishing light of interbeeing under the waning full moon of the mother known as the moon of first light, do you see feel taste hear touch the radiance?  breathe deeply through our one heart and you are there for ever in the murmuration fluid field of  the stillpoint where great mystery sings us, moves us, breathes us, glides us, visions us through the tides of life…

are you hearing the sacred voice calling our name? re-minding/re-heartening us of our divine mission, our soul purpose… whispering for us to awaken to our genius, the unique seed in the center of our being… the call to be who we are – rainbow beings of love, compassion, wisdom, peace and joy…

every day is one of dreaming, every day is one of awakening… in this special first moon of the new turn around the sun, we are perfumed in the essence of dreamtime carried by the energy of great mother through the dark tunnel into the sacred space of the dream lodge, the cave of the heart, the place beyond words, the primordial womb of  great silence, of pure consciousness, true emptiness before the world begins… here we rest in the gap with silence breathing us in and out… as we hibernate in this deep cave of imagination, a new world is forming in this watery womb, this ocean of being…

let’s take this moment to conspire, to breathe together, to breathe in deeply descending into our one heart re-membering who we are as the one body, the cosmic tree of life, the seamlessly interwoven web of life, the sacred hoop of harmony vibrating in the frequency of great mystery…

breathing in and breathing out, we return to our great mother in still silence to receive essential nourishment as she breathes us into life through the placenta of the void, the organ of great mystery…

may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we journey along the path of  blessed darkness and deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity and of the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer within and be the ones we have been waiting for with the vision of our ancestors coming alive in the here and the now… all our relations one unbroken circle of radiant love illuminating the dark sky, revealing wonder…

“I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again.”

~ Crazy Horse ~

honoring Crazy Horse in this astonishing light of interbeing moment of eternity on the anniversary of his last battle in 1877 with his last vision shared with Sitting Bull during ceremony with Sacred Pipe, just before his assassination… several years ago, i stood right on the land where he was killed and participated with native medicine elders in a healing riteuwell of deepest profundity…

synchronisticly, i sit in cosmic dreamweaving circle today with another coheart of medicine elders under the radiation of the full moon of the mother, the magi to venture deeply into the dream cave of the earth to meet the great mother and receive her gifts empowering our being able to serve spirit personally and collectively as we dance ’round this new turn of the sun amplified by the reality that it is, as well, the great turning of the ages… and here we interbee in this breakthrough moment to catch the tradewinds… are you feeling that even with all the turbulence, hope is alive? we can do this, we can meet the challenges of this moment optimally by coming from a consciousness of an abundance of love and gratitude…

yes! this is the year for us to take flight

being dreamweavers of translucent, rainbow light

hearts soaring as one to unimaginable height

yes! this is the year for us to take flight…

on this eighth day of journeying january, the moon of dreaming, in this seven universal year of spiritual awakening, what is awakening in you, what beautyfull blissing is taking flight?

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

“When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
~ Wendell Berry ~

like Thay and thousands of others, i walk in peace feeling the spaciousness of the pathless path of heart… what a delight it is to gather with other sojourners on the buen camino to share in a collective dreaming process where we contemplate intentions for this moment, this moon cycle, this turn of the wheel and listen for pachamama’s song arising from the womb of the earth, both inner and outer…

ah, yes, this moment, this beautiful moment is just right for dreaming under the full moon of the mother, the magi, for moonifesting a world of peace built on justice and guided by love while our creative process seeds the field… so, join me in attuning to this frequency… soften your eyes, deepen your breath, smile inwardly saying thank you, thank you, thank you for… all things bright and beautiful, rainbows, hope, sun and moon, stars and seas, friends and family, all our relations, love, peace, harmony, justice… re-membering our true nature…

~

“The creative state of mind … is, first of all, one whose interest in what is being done is wholehearted and total, like that of a young child. With this spirit, it is always open to learning what is new, to perceiving new differences and new similarities, leading to new orders and structures…

…to awaken the creative state of mind is not at all easy. …it is one of the most difficult things that could possibly be attempted. Nevertheless… I feel that it is for each of us individually and for society as a whole the most important thing to be done in the circumstances in which humanity now finds itself.”

~ David Bohm ~

may we all awaken to our child heart, our seedbed of creativity, in each moment listening, listening, listening for the cosmic heart song… may the song reach us in our wildest and deepest places inspiring our howling with the wolves and the whales – all is well, all is well and all shall be well…

our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transmuting shadow seeds into blooming 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 mystery school of the watery sign of Pisces…

ah…. actually, tonight is a trifecta of riches and revelations as this is not only the day of celebrating the final dream gift but also it is epiphany so we can consider this night as the 13th night of the festival of illumination and the illumination is amplified by our first full moon of the calendar year, the mother moon of cancer, the epiphany moon, the magi moon, the great awakener mirroring the importance of hOMe including our own body temple, our physical abode and the felt sense of being at home on mama gaia while reflecting the importance of honoring all sacred waters as water is life is healing/wholing…

on the twelfth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Pisces) gave to me, a dream of… a pair of (almost fish) dolphin named Philo and Sophy 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 of 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 under the full moon dances you more deeply into reality where you listen to our one cosmic heart singing and melodically entraining us all to clearly see each moment as guru, every moment a moment of presence to simply be…

~

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…

~

i always love this annual 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… planting so many seeds of peace today along with seeds of 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 shadow seeds into blooming 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 winds down on this 12th day of Christmas with our 11th night’s sun of the airy Aquarius mystery school interbeeing the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the water bearer, or perhaps more aptly, the electric 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 meandering with the river of life/light 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, our unconsciousness 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 for this turn of the wheel?

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

  ~ John Muir ~

in the new herizon field, we are deepening in the practice of journeying to the sacred apu (mountain being of light) within, of coming home to our one cosmic heart…

our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadow seeds into blooming 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 that today the earth moves into that spot with our spiritual sun, sirius, opposite the sun while the earth journeys as close to the sun as ever she comes… when we listen intently and generously in this powerful portal, we hear venus singing the celestial music of the spheres with the music flowing freely through us inspiring our dreaming in the rhythm of sound waves which create more light to whole us, to heal the unraveled tapestry, to mend the web of life…

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 anew, this new year, this new moonth of waking up and looking up and within vibrating to the divine feminine frequency of unconditional love… and you, what dream did the goat gift you?

may we all flow in love’s frequency and return to living in harmony…