welcome, well come to day 47 of a season of peace when i’m still in the energy of the Cathars in the 13th century and the persecution they suffered at the hands and minds of dominance consciousness and here we are on this day of celebrating St Patrick who drove out the snakes, aka, the druids from Ireland who are the spirit twins of the Cathars, so, on this day in the chaos cycle of life, let’s transport ourselves to the emerald isle of the earth celebrators energetically as i re-member a long ago conversation with and journey to the sun who told me to live in green for that is the color of love and now, who better to hear an echo from than her late great native son, John O’Donahue who certainly embodies the spirit of the Cathars and Druids…

A Celebration Blessing

“Now is the time
to free the heart,
Let all intentions and worries stop,
Free the joy inside the self,
Awaken to the wonder
of your life.

Open your eyes and see the friends
Whose hearts recognize your face as kin,
Those whose kindness watchful and near,
Encourages you to live everything here.

See the gifts the years have given,
Things your effort could never earn,
The health to enjoy who you want to be
And the mind to mirror mystery.

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.

…may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you bringing a smile to your soul…“

on this day of mourning another tragedy and celebrating and being transported energetically by dolphin pixie spirits to the wild, poetically enchanting, magical emerald isle, who better to hear an echo from than her late, great native son, John O’Donahue…

“Beannacht
(“Blessing”)

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.”

(Echoes of Memory)

welcome, welcome to day 47 of  a season of peace,a day vibrating at the frequency of transmutation and how rapidly the energies are moving, are dancing in seamless synchrony… 

oh, beloved, i love the way you ring our chimes and thank you, beloveds, for hearing our bells’ vulnerable ring and resonating so sweetly through the one soul song of our cosmic heart… feeling the love flowing through our quantum field lifts us all while simultaneously deepening us into the ground of being… the sound of many bells ringing as one is the ecstatic rhapsody of the cosmos is all our relations turning and whirling and dancing as one seamless rainbow wave of light endlessly breathing in and breathing out, rolling in and rolling out always flowing home…

may we all ring out our one love song ceaselessly dancing to the ancient tune of…

~

we all come from the goddess

and to her we shall return

like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean

~

we all come from the goddess

and to her we shall return

hoof and horn, hoof and horn, all that dies is reborn

~

we all come from the goddess

and to her we shall return

sage and crone, sage and crone, wisdom’s gift is our own

~

we all come from the goddess

and to her we shall return

like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean

~