the awakening moment of eternity is right now… how i love this new moon of embodied love that’s been constellating for soooo many moons quietly in the river below the river, this moon calling us deeper and deeper into the vast inner landscape of canyons and cavernous space, our kiva to enter into to die and be reborn, to plant seeds of equanimity and peace, trees of strength to support us in the great turning… thank you, lady luna, moon of grounding for this opportunity to draw down the germinating energy of the dark moon letting go what no longer nourishes to open space for bathing in her new  earthsong singing us into how to serve in this moment of rebirth…

In Praise of the Earth

“Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land. And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color. When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun. Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts. The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth. The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness. Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty. Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.”

~ John O’Donohue ~

the time of awakening is now… how i love this new moon of embodied love, this moon calling us deeper and deeper into the vast inner landscape of canyons and cavernous space, our kiva to enter into to die and be reborn, to plant seeds of equanimity and peace, trees of strength to support us in the great turning… thank you, lady luna, moon of grounding for this opportunity to draw down the germinating energy of the dark moon and bathe in her new  earthsong…

In Praise of the Earth

Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

~ John O’Donohue ~

on this  day of dark moon, join me in one of the most serene places on the planet allowing the deep peace of this sacred space to breathe us, to enter every cell of our being… in this moment, drop down into the core, the well of profound joy and stillness feeling the ever present ancestors and allies guarding the great silence, watching over all that is… drop down a little deeper into the mystery of the great beyond…

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~

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