Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 322 – 11/3/2022

in this moment of eternity, all over the planet, life is out of balance and we know deep in our bones we must change the dream we’ve been living… when we listen to the indigenous, the people of the land who listen to the all that is, we hear the clarion call to love our mother and each other… water, air, trees, sun, moon, stars, all our relatives, and we are all relatives woven together intricately, inextricably, interconnectedly…

we can all feel that we are at a tipping point, a sacred space with birth pangs so intense it feels like we are dying; yes, we are to a life that no longer fits, a shell that is too constricting… we are at a moment when we must band together, stand together in love, throw off the illusion of separation, re-member the reality that we are one just as abraham re-minded us that a house divided cannot stand…

yes, let us take courage and be of strong heart, awaken the dream of the world we all share and long to real-eyes… a world of peace built on justice and guided by our essence, our essence of love… let us be repairers of the breach finding the way to relate to and listen to each other taking deep breaths and opening ourselves, our one heart to great mystery trusting a greater force beyond understanding is orchestrating the symphony while we play our parts as gracefully as is given to us… a simple task but not an easy one this flowing with unfolding mystery… empty, empty coming home to our true heart of intending a world that works for all…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 322 – 11/3/2021

in this moment of eternity, all over the planet, life is out of balance and we know deep in our bones we must change the dream we’ve been living… when we listen to the indigenous, the people of the land who listen to the all that is, we hear the clarion call to love our mother and each other… water, air, trees, sun, moon, stars, all our relatives, and we are all relatives woven together intricately, inextricably, interconnectedly…

we can all feel that we are at a tipping point, a sacred space with birth pangs so intense it feels like we are dying; yes, we are to a life that no longer fits, a shell that is too constricting… we are at a moment when we must band together, stand together in love, throw off the illusion of separation, re-member the reality that we are one just as abraham re-minded us that a house divided cannot stand…

yes, let us take courage and be of strong heart, awaken the dream of the world we all share and long to real-eyes… a world of peace built on justice and guided by our essence, our essence of love… let us be repairers of the breach finding the way to relate to and listen to each other taking deep breaths and opening ourselves, our one heart to great mystery trusting a greater force beyond understanding is orchestrating the symphony while we play our parts as gracefully as is given to us… a simple task but not an easy one this flowing with unfolding mystery… empty, empty coming home to our true heart of intending a world that works for all…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 323 – 11/3/2020

in this moment of eternity, all over the planet, life is out of balance and we know deep in our bones we must change the dream we’ve been living… when we listen to the indigenous, the people of the land who listen to the all that is, we hear the clarion call to love our mother and each other… water, air, trees, sun, moon, stars, all our relatives, and we are all relatives woven together intricately, inextricably, interconnectedly…

we can all feel that we are at a tipping point, and today in the usa with the election it’s being played out on the world stage, a sacred space with birth pangs so intense it feels like we are dying to life that no longer fits… we are at a moment when we must band together, stand together in love, throw off the illusion of separation, re-member the reality that we are one for as abraham re-minded us that a house divided cannot stand…

yes, let us take courage and be of strong heart, awaken the dream of the world we all share and long to real-eyes… a world of peace built on justice and guided by our essence, our essence of love… let us be repairers of the breach finding the way to relate to and listen to each other taking deep breaths and opening ourselves, our one heart to great mystery trusting a greater force beyond understanding is orchestrating the symphony while we play our parts as gracefully as is given to us… a simple task but not an easy one this flowing with unfolding mystery… empty, empty coming home to our true heart of wanting a world that works for all…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 2 – Day 274 – 9/16/2015

Named Serene September 16 Angel of Lightyesterday’s waking dream of an immense tidal wave is today’s waking reality… facing the wave awake just as i did in the dream, i feel suspended from time/space into the unknown… being still in a state of equanimity, i witness the quest… to be or not to be… to be and not to be… the pull not to be wholeheartedly tugs… can i rise? can i relax the reins of the known? can i venture deeper on the road untraveled into the realm of the unknown? can i move with the shifting tides while staying at home in the heart?

i must be still and listen and be still and listen some more until the moment arrives for communion with grandmother who’s also had a day of feeling stupefied, tossed between the waves… together, we feel into the questions and sit silently in the stillpoint listening for the whispers of how to be… loosen the leather reins, trust in the invisible golden threads weaving a web of luminescence, true refuge for all… soften into love… soften into love… soften into love… ah, look around, i have arrived on the shore of a new world… welcome home to divine consciousness…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 2 – Day 102 – 3/28/2015

Named Miraculous March 28 Whale Watching 2014 002today is one of those days when the encouragement to take courage, to take heart reverberates unceasingly… one of those days when throwing your heart over is all there is, one of those days when one more baby step is like crossing the rubicon, one of those days when family and friends wrap you in support, one of those days when you want to move past pain and open to surrendering all, one of those days when you go to bed unsure, unknowing, of what’s on the horizon, one of those days when, like every other day, the truest north star is our courage, our one heart always knowing the way…