on this 60th day of a season of peace, as we come to the eve of the moment of blessing the space between us and close this moon of the lion and lamb of march, i reflect on the space we have traversed, the space we have silently dwelt in, the space we honor and celebrate, the space of journey, of walking each other home, the space of awakening and deepening, 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 space of peace built on justice and guided by love on this 29th day of devotedly dwelling in the peace hut as rainbowmaker…

so, blessings and blissings and welcome, well come to day 60 of a season of peace, another day of embarking on a pilgrimage of hearing gaia’s call to be a healing vessel, a temple of love which has been forming forever, a day to celebrate the astonishing lightness of being and this day of not knowing, surrendering to and trusting in the whirlwind to lead the way as i devotedly tend soil as my ancestors have over the millenia…

 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 as we return to being farmers of the heart caring for the holy vessel we interare…

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 one 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 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…

“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” 

~ Marcel Proust ~

welcome, welcome to day 60 of a season of peace, a day of pushing off from the safe banks of the river and leaping into the void of oceanic being trusting in the soul to flow in concert with the electromagnetic waves of spaciousness and trusting in the waves to bring us home to the one heart to dance with great mystery gracefully…

for so many moons, like you perhaps, i have acted on a calling to let go of all save the essential sensing deep in my bones a tidal wave building that would sweep away everything in its path requiring us to take refuge in the tiny space of the heart resting in the deep song and peace of the running wave where i am flanked by and hold paws with our sea otter tribe ensuring we all stay connected and do not drift away from each other during the dark night…

in this deep earth space of an unprecedented chaos cycle enveloping the cosmos, we share the tunnel, the birth canal where we live the questions of what’s to come…

“First the animals began dying, going extinct, and we did not stop
what we were doing because we are not animals.
Then the glaciers started melting and we did not stop
what we were doing because we thought we could do without them.
Then the forests were disappearing and we did not stop
cutting down the trees
because we could not imagine being unable to breathe.
Then the virus came and there was no one to stop us
but ourselves.” ~ Deena Metzger ~

Deena’s words remind me of the old saw, “don’t agonize, organize” which bring to mind some of our relatives who seem to be taking this calling to heart… i’m speaking of the typically solitary humpback whales who are also feeling the need to gather in super pods which confounds the scientists studying them…

let’s take a moment to imagine what inspires these singing poets to gather in this moment of eternity… do they. the archivists of the cosmos, have a message for us? are they showing us the importance of gathering together in solidarity to face challenging times? i’m going to tune in ever more deeply to the wise sages of the watery womb, the midwives of the birthing of a new and even more beautiful world…

in this liminal space where existence for all is at stake, we don’t have the indulgence of lies and pretense to stave off impending reality, we must live the questions of how to meet the challenges and how to live; and, yes, we must listen deeply for the radical (rooted) answers… yes, we are dying, not one of us will get out of here alive… may we use this dark night for the benefit of all learning how to truly live as the dancing stars we are…

welcome, welcome to day 60 of a season of peace, another day of embarking on a pilgrimage of hearing gaia’s call to be a healing vessel which has been forming forever, a day to celebrate the astonishing lightness of being and this day of not knowing, surrendering to and trusting in the whirlwind to lead the way as i devotedly tend the soil as my ancestors have over the millenia…

 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 as we return to being farmers of the heart caring for the holy vessel we interare…

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…

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…

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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

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