i am so happy to be able to be on line after a day without that ability to bless this moon of miraculous may and what a month it has been… on this last day, i am called to let go of something that i really wanted to hold on to but i take in a deep breath of presence and take the one step, the first step into a wilderness that is uncharted  slowly and confidently, yes, with faith and trust because i’m  really not going alone, i’m going allone… yes, i feel the deep support of all our relations as we journey into mystery… thank you…

as we 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…

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

how i love closing each moon, each month, with blessing the space between us… this moon brings an especially touching poignancy to the space between us as this journey into mystery, this pilgrimage into the tiny space of our one heart, the void, the sacred space of emptiness is such a deep dive into the stillpoint of creation…

surrendering to the beloved and trusting in the tenemos of great mother to support and nourish us, we summon the courage to leap into the unknown and relax into the organic, rhythmic flow of the mysterious dance of life…

holding hands in the dark, feeling the waves of our one beating heart, we witness the birth of the new, the promise of every inbreath followed by the re-joy-sing of every outbreath… for in our coming together in the sacred space of our cosmic heart, we change everything, we are transformation dancing to the tune of el canto hondo, the deep soul song… stillness flowing…

here we are on the last day of the moon of journeying january and what a magical mystery tour it is… into the cloud of unknowing, the field of uncertainty, a river of darkness…

today i celebrate the return of the light with imbolc rituals uplifted by the rising tide, the surging flow of feminine energy flooding the streets, the town squares, the reservations, the nerve centers, the halls of justice, the national parks, parliaments, legislatures, backyards, schools, hospitals, nursing homes, the market place, churches, temples synagogues and on and on and on…

and as spontaneously as we are pulled by a magnetic force to gather together, i hear the same conversation echoing again and again…. how are we to be, who are we to be… and on this day of the turning of the wheel contemplating what is truly real, asking what are we choosing to birth, for what do we choose to stand?

i turn to the courageous, the valorous voice booming from standing rock where they stand as a rock that will not be moved, will not stray from being loving presence and speaking truth to false power…

the people of standing rock are asking for our prayers, our presence, our profound direct action for the next seven generations… they ask us now to come stand in what may be the final hour saying the time is now to stand together…

We Stand for the Earth.
We Stand for the Water.
We Stand for the Children!

Share and say I Stand!

#StandforWater #WaterisLife  #NoDAPL #NoKXL
#StandwithStandingRock #TreatyRights #KeepitintheGround #BankExit #DefundDAPL#Trump

standing together being loving presence always…

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

i love closing each moon with blessing the space between us but today i’m feeling the call to celebrate our shared journey of openhearted october… did you awaken as i did today re-membering the universe in each moment is making an irresistible offer? thousandfold thanks for conspiring to gift us with so many moments of  wedding and weaving our cosmic shared presence into the lush field of beloved… a day, truly, of love after love…

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

what a lovely synchronicity that in this moon of synchronous september we close out the last day with blessing the space between us, all the synchronous moments of sauntering as one deeper into our one heart, on the new moon with a new story…

 A Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

***

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~ Maya Angelou ~

in this moment of pregnant pause, i see us standing still on a high dune blessing this space we share… this, on the brink of a new world, space where we realize there is no separation… this stillpoint at the center of our circle, the hub of the wheel where all that is, is still, where everything is oh so real, where the peace that passeth all understanding is palpable calling us into deep silence…. listen, listen to the cosmic hum… listen, listen to our heartbeat’s drum… listen, listen for the sound of the bell syncing our breathing to the mantra, all is well… deep peace of the running wave to you, deep peace, deep peace, deep peace…