dear beloveds, we come today to the end of this intense moon of namaste november – how synchronistic – as this day vibrates at the frequency of completion and as death in the sense of transformation, shedding of old skins which i have experienced in abundance while journeying deeper and deeper into wilderness, sacred space of stripped down creatures…

to honor this day, i wander as a solitary in the inner desert facing the bare bones of this vast landscape that goes on forever as i traverse the bedrock under which the rivers of life flow… in this silent space of peace and mystery, i am a tiny grain of sand in the desert and the desert in a tiny grain of sand, i am one of many and the many in one… in the desert of contemplation, as the old skin is shed, a new one regenerates with day’s dawning, another moment to dance with the rising sun…

in every moment and with every breath, the divine essence in me bows to the divine essence in you as we walk the spirit path home together…    namaste…

i love sundays as a day of rest… my body knows it’s sunday like a horse instinctively knows the way home… it’s been such a wild and wooly week with my car rupturing, and then my eye rupturing followed by emergency surgery to save the eye, a pilgrimage home, daily visits to the hospital, being tended by so many angels holding me in the light and now a day of being sleeping beauty, of being still in the darkness, of contemplating mystery…