“Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can’t go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.”
~ Rumi ~

welcome, well come to day 61 of a season of peace, this day of closing the circle on merging march, a day of reverie reverencing this wild and woolly moonth of transformation as we draw down the powerful enegies of this new moon in aries starting the astrological new year calling us into a deep dive in a journey of adventure, a pilgrimage into great rainbow mystery…

as always with a new moon and amplified with this one initiating a new turn around the sun, we have the opportunity to tap into the field of new beginnings and plant seeds of intention in the fertile ground for this new moment, this new day, this new cycle, this new year… so, let’s breathe in the clarity radiating from this dark moon representing both inner and outer love, universal love… yes, feel the awakening, the enlivening energy of this fire moon inspiring creative action and the real-eye-sing of long held dreams to live life as a great adventure where you are the shining star… with a theme of rebirth present, it is the moment of eternity to fan the flames of fiery aries that catalyze renewal… invoking the medicine of this new moon:

“I bow to you, Great Fire.
You who calls me to come and sit, to rest and listen. As the fires blaze orange to red to blue and to white,
My vision begins to blur and I am pulled into your depths.
Here, I lose my ego self and enter the realms of Soul Ignition. With the crackle of your flames, I experience oneness.
And revel in your power and glory.
Your ability to unite.
Your gift of cleansing and purification. Into your embrace, I cast my worries.
{PLEASE SPEAK THEM ALOUD}
I toss my fears. 
{PLEASE SPEAK THEM ALOUD}
I incinerate uncertainty.
{PLEASE SPEAK THEM ALOUD}

Thank you, Great Fire.
Through your Love, I regenerate.
We all regenerate.
And we thrive.”

and so it is… blessed bee…

as we come to 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…

so, blessings and blissings and welcome, well come to day 61 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 ~

“Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can’t go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.”
~ Rumi ~

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welcome, welcome to day 61 of a season of peace, this day of closing the circle of musing on mutating 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, of sauntering, as in walking on holy land, into unknown passages…

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“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 ~

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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, of walking home together and deepening into our cosmic heart of imaginal cells designed to unfold in rhythm with great mystery…

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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 ~

welcome, welcome to day 61 of a season of peace, another day of re-treating into seatocean consciousness, into the inner chamber under the shell where we unplug from the technology of the outer world to enter deeply the world of interbeing where we are one and always connected… these last 12 days of diving so deeply into radical uncertainty and unknowing are a perfect prelude for the pilgrimage we are called to take now with our every breath and step and remind me of one of my favorite Wendell Berry poems…

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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.

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what a timely invitation to be on our real journey and come home to our real work as re-joy-sing streams…

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every step carries us deeper into impermanence

swirling and whirling in the cloud of unknowing

where things come and go in the rhythm of waves

and when the tide ebbs and darkness rolls in,

re-member, the tide will rise and bring spring back again…

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looking in the mirror today, children appear who, in this moment, have lost our way… sitting silently with us in the center of the wheel, i feel our pain… it is, oh, so real… do not run or fall asleep… in this moment, there’s a promise to keep – be present in the confusion and profound emptiness, sherpas for grieving children in this dark night of stillness, compassionate witnesses to our heart of stone, water flowing over us softens the tone, impeded streams begin to sing as the bells of our one heart resonantly ring…

deep bows and namaste…

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