welcome, welcome to day 64 of 64 days of a season of  peace and to day 108 of this sixth year of chronicling the poetic peace pilgrimage… today, i am in circle with a sangha of pilgrims and am transported  to this very day four turns around the sun ago when i and a merry band of pilgrims were on a sacred pilgrimage to the heart chakra of the planet…

the words written on that day resonate so deeply, ring so truly for today…

following the long day’s journey into the mysts of avalon and being purified in the healing waters of the heart chakra, i dream on this good friday of being put in a deep chamber and i wonder what this is about trusting the knowing will come, as our one heart is open to the flow of the river below the river and the chalice well waters sing gaia’s canto hondo…

arise to meditate and commune with eternal family before embarking on our first shared walking in beauty to the ancient abbey of glastonbury where we dance around the high altar drinking in beloved, re-membering her well…

in the evening as we gather around the chalice well, her guardian tells us about the five deep chambers at the bottom of the well… aha! smile! (start my internal love engine)… mystery unfolding as the well sings…

welcome, welcome to day 62 of a season of peace and to the first day of the angelic month of awesome april, the day of celebrating the holy fool…

traditionally, the fool card in the tarot is associated with the numbers, 0 and 22… at 0, the fool symbolizes life force before manifestation; at 22, the fool has sauntered the 21 keys of the major arcana completing a full cycle of awareness and experience and now steps beyond into a new dimension of limitless potential as a free and easy wanderer, an awakened pilgrim…

so, on this first day of April, as we celebrate the ultimate pilgrim, the holy fool, let us bless this new beginning of a moon of awesomeness by contemplating what’s been quietly forming, what’s emerging…

for me, the pathless path continues to be more and more mysterious in proportion with letting go to flow… this living more and more in the now takes heart, courage, it is a defying of gravity and moving into levitating… i’m trusting in Beloved and the power of love as iterated below by the incomparable Rumi….

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”

thousandfold thanks for sharing this adventurous journey and what’s awakening in you…

welcome, welcome to day 61 of a season of peace, the day of the week we celebrate the astonishing light of being, this day also closing the circle of magical march, a day of reverie reverencing this wild and woolly moon of transformation, this moon of our deepening the journey, the pilgrimage into great rainbow mystery…

blessing this space of awakening, of being fully present, of curiosity, of imagination, of courage in the face of chaos, of trust, of letting go, of breathing in and breathing out, of ebb and flow, of being lovingkindness, of standing in love for love, of being a season of peace built on justice guided by love…

blessing our journey of walking home together and deepening into the heart…

The Journey

 

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice–

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do–

determined to save

the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

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…

~

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

~

welcome, welcome to day 59 of 64 days of a season of peace, we are coming down the quintessential homestretch and to this day of celebrating the 13th annual whalewatch week we’ve attended although for the first time it’s virtual until we can make it there in merry may…

this journey is a pilgrimage of peace, a day of immersing wholeheartedly in the swirling sea of love energy where we all swim… today our intention for peace is amplified as we celebrate an upcoming sacred marriage, a voyage into the eternal death and rebirth cycle we go through moment by moment anchored in the true refuge of peace in our core…

on this day of listening to the rhythm of the waves, the voice of grandmother echoing from deep below, i share what she shares…

“I send love and blessings to all from the spirit world. I am so honored to feel your love and your concern.

Do not forget to do everything you can to heal the oceans and water of this beautiful planet. Send your healing, loving thoughts to the water daily and get others to do the same. You must hold a vision of the water sparkling clean and full of vibrant life, for as you create this vision it will be done. It will however, take millions of people holding this vision to make the shift.

Do not be dragged down by the current chaos in the world. Humans are gifted and powerful creators. You only need to shift your focus ever so slightly to come into alignment and do good for each other and all creatures on planet earth. It is time to forgive and let go of violence. Make your priority loving the earth, loving and supporting each other, loving and protecting all creatures, and doing everything you can to make life a paradise for all.”

~ Granny ~

may we open our one heart re-membering we are an ocean of lovingkindness…

welcome, welcome to day 58 of a season of peace, this day of mercury going direct although i’m not feeling it yet, a day calling for patience…

~

take heart, pilgrim!

you were born for this:

to leap into the void and wonder how to sprout wings and fly…

~

as i write tonight, i am tender so i shall let  Pema’s words on the deepening interior journey we are all traversing speak for me…

On the journey of the bodhisattva, the path goes down, not up, as if the mountain pointed toward the earth instead of the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward turbulence and doubt however we can. We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta. Bodhichitta is our heart—our wounded, softened heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die. This love is bodhichitta. It is gentle and warm; it is clear and sharp; it is open and spacious. The awakened heart of bodhichitta is the basic goodness of all beings.

~

yes, take heart..

shanti, shanti, shantihi…

welcome, welcome to day 57 of a season of peace, a day of leaping into the void of oceanic being trusting in the soul to flow in concert with the magnetic waves of spaciousness…

re-membering how as a wee child, i was instructed in the wisdom of pausing when things are getting overwhelming… years later i would hear of the wisdom of incorporating this practice of pausing throughout the day according to our ultradian healing rhythm cycling throughout our body every ninety minutes or so… honoring this cycle sustains the natural healing program of  our body temples…

so right now, in this moment, let’s tune in together to the transformational frequency of loving presence and experience one of the most important actions we can do this moment, this day, this life…

Pause

Breathe

Rest in the Gap

Slow Down

Relax

Witness the Beauty

Listen

Bless this Space

may we all find the courage to leap into the void, into the spaciousness of ttmeless grace, the stillpoint of creation where there’s only the dance of gossamer threads of rainbow light…

welcome, welcome to day 55 of a season of peace and day 99 of this sixth turn around the sun on the poetic peace pilgrimage…

 falling in love with paths and pilgrimages as a child, i loved the annual spring ritual of watching The Wizard of Oz and dancing merrily down the yellow brick road with Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion… march winds and turbulent energy flows are taking me back to the whirlwind that began the journey of awakening for Dorothy, for me, for you…

in the midst of the tornado, everything known and stable is deconstructed to be built anew and so we must start fresh with a child’s vision of wonder and trust as we travel the yellow brick road, the golden path, the SHERO Journey to SELF™ where we re-member, like Dorothy, that we had the power all along, we are the power, we always have the ability to come home, we are always home…