We Were Made For These Times Challenging as this may feel, many of us working with energy are familiar with this sacred mantra. I personally find myself weaving in and out of these words, sometimes feeling shaken to the core, and other times, resting fully in my authentic truth - though most oftentimes dancing somewhere in between. I realize it has been quite some time since I last posted. I've been giving myself these last several months to surrender gracefully, and sometimes not so gracefully, into the Void. And within this Darkness, learning how courage really feels, learning what trust truly means, and most of all, learning to play with the sacredness of Paradox ~ one breath at a time, one moment at a time ~ lovingly embodying more of the hidden jewels of my Self and of Life. I invite you to deepen into the SOMAtic language of your body ~ your sensations ~ by first connecting with Nature, and then trusting in the subtle energy shifts within your Self and within Gaia. And then allow your body to take you on a most magical, playful and mystical adventure of de*Light! This image touches my heart as I reflect upon my father, who flew through the veils 30 years ago today. After healing many layers of childhood wounding, I feel a depth of my father's love that I did not feel while he was in physical form. There are moments where my heart longs to see him, to touch him, to dance and laugh with him again ... to sit in his sweet, compassionate, strong and protective presence ... to listen to his beautiful stories of his life ... such a man of incredible honor, resilience, devotion and courage. I am beyond grateful for the last moments with you, father. You had already taken flight by the time we arrived at the hospital. And although it has been difficult for me to resolve not being present during your transition, I have come to understand your last, and most sacred gift. Your face and eyes shone the radiance of pure and indescribable Love ... and the expansion of your essence filled the room with the Truth of your heart. Thank you father for the spark of the Divine re-membered in my soul ... it has changed the course of my life in a most profound way. I love you. Our heartfelt conversations ... are very different Now. (Image Monday's Bear from 2021 Amber Lotus Wall Calendar) I love the way the sun illuminates Mother Earth's magic and beauty in this photo as we celebrate her on her special day and express our gratitude for her deeply nourishing gifts. It is as if she is singing her sweet Light Language to us -- gently holding us within the canopy of her trees. It brings my heart back to January 12, the day of the Saturn/Pluto conjunction, when 13 grandmothers were called to complete the anchoring of Gaia's solar plexus -- her Inner Divine Sun (Son). I would love to share here the sacred words of their ceremony as it has opened up such a Light portal of healing. In deep honor and reverence to Gaia. Words just can't convey ... Let the sun shine on Uluru and Kata Tjuta, Let the Pathway of the Rainbow Serpent be clear, So that greater health and vitality may circulate Throughout the world to bless all beings; Today, breathe -- relax -- smile and give thanks to the Earth. Happy 50th Birthday Beloved Gaia ... May we all feel the radiant sustenance of creating anew, breathe a sparkle of light on the rich dark canvas of our inner landscape, and experience this void as beautiful ... Morning Dew by Madisyn Taylor (Daily OM) Our very own lives can be magical, like the fleeting morning dew on a flower tip. The world awakens each day from its nightly slumber, transformed by a sparkling layer of morning dew on the grass, on flower petals and leaves, on cars and car windows. These glistening droplets last only a little while, an integral part of what imbues the early morning with its aura of magic. If we sleep too late, we miss the magnificent display of sunlight playing upon an infinite amount of tiny crystal balls. To step onto the dew-covered grass is to anoint our feet with a form of water that comes only once a day for a short time, a rarefied gift of the night air that will soon evaporate in the full light of the sun. If we inhale slowly and consciously enough, it is almost as if we are drinking in this magical elixir formed in the boundary between darkness and light. In one myth, morning dew is believed to be tears from heaven, and in another, the droplets are poured from the vessel of the goddess of dawn. When we see the earth draped with these shimmering drops, it is easy to imagine fairies bathing in the water, or a sky god weeping from a longing to be closer to his beloved earth goddess. Seeing the sparkling beauty of the earth emerging from darkness, we may understand this longing in terms of our own gratitude; how blessed we are to be here. Perhaps heaven really does long to be here on earth, and perhaps that is why we are here--as conduits between the divine and the earthbound. As we drink the morning dew in with our eyes, our skin, our breath, it is easy to imagine that it really is a magical potion, a gift from heaven, a reminder of our true purpose, and a daily opportunity to be transformed. Whether or not you honor today with the sacred teachings of Jesus' death and crucifixion process, this day can feel most holy if you embrace your grief through ceremony as an act of deep self-love. While I danced into my fears and through my grief, a sacred space opened within me for new possibilities to birth -- while also hearing the words from a previous post flow into my heart. This poem has helped me through my darkness and feels so resonant to re-post today. In celebration to all who would like to create meaning within the darkness. May it bring comfort during this time of enormous planetary and collective shifts. Chaos Chaos is a shaman. She is ageless and walks the earth in worn brown buckskins, a wing of eagle feathers in her hand, and a medicine pouch around her neck that taps against her heart as she moves. Chaos is blind. She was wounded while playing with a wildcat when she was seven. Though she cannot see in this world, her vision in the otherworld is sharp. Her eyes are tunnels, doorways into lost cathedrals. You will see yourself there, if you're willing to look. Being blind taught Chaos to move by feel, trust her instincts, and develop her inner sight. For her, it is always the hour of twilight, that time of passage between worlds, where lines blur, air has texture and tone, and the shape of the self loosens. If Chaos reaches for your hand, take it. She is an excellent tracker and guide. She will lead you safely through your darkest terrain. She will teach you to navigate by feel. She will ask you to face your demons {I changed this word to "shadows"} and to let go of everything you identify with until all of your masks fall away and burn, and all that remains is life itself, dancing you like a river. (C) Meredith Heller 2002 |