Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly. Here is where butterflies gather to evolve.
I love the rhythms of Nature. The pattern of the seasons marks for me the revolution of time and the evolution of Spirit. The Equinoxes and Solstices give me reason to rejoice. Reason to celebrate. Reason for prayers of appreciation. Reason to reflect.
The Winter Solstice, especially, speaks to me of Faith and community. Continue reading “Full Moon Solstice – a Moment of Awakening”
A time when almost every culture on Earth celebrates a story of miracles. A time when joyful amazement sets the tone for celebration and rejoicing.
For me, the miracle story closest to my heart wraps around the turning seasons. Tis the Season of Solstice when the darkest night reflects the faith of a people dependent upon the warmth of the sun for sustenance and survival. It is a time to come together and celebrate faith – faith in the turning cycles that will bring warmth and sunlight again – before there is any evidence of Light’s return. In the darkness, people gather to share what is left of the last harvest’s bounty in belief of the bounty to come; to rejoice in the appreciation of faith.
The Solstice is a celebration of hope. I love celebrating hope and faith. Continue reading “Tis the Season”
There is a shift in the air. Can you feel it? I do.
Many religions and cultures have a story about this time and the changes that are imminent. I don’t know which ones are true. I only know what I feel – with my senses and my Soul. I see it like 
a shimmer in the air around me; the trees vibrate with aliveness. I hear the Voice within with more clarity and depth. I touch from a distance now… before my skin makes contact, I am “in” contact. My Soul rejoices, calling me in jubilant tones to continue.. continue.
The stories I hear tell me of Earth changes and hard times and many deaths for ‘unbelievers’. The stories attempt to describe the undescribe-able: a world changed beyond what has ever been before. The stories say to prepare; to gather resources and be ready to live without modern convenience.
The stories evoke fear.
But all that I experience evokes vitality and awakening. Continue reading “Strongest of the Strong – Awakening”
At first, it was an exploration into Perspective. Listening to viewpoints of divergent philosophy, I learned these ideologies are the filter through which ‘reality’ shapes itself. It doesn’t matter what the event is, any particular point-of-view interprets the meaning and solutions according to its basic premise of belief. At first, intrigued by what the fundamental concepts of each ideology were, I listened to the dialogues on cable TV news to learn.
Then, I wondered if the discussion between different perspectives – say liberal and conservative – ever influenced each other to evolve. That, I speculated, would be the value of all the discourse I watched. Over time, I realized that – not only did dialogues not shift through discussion – they actually grew so repetitive I could fill in the words myself by using the catchy phrases and pithy rhetoric that each side of an issue relies upon to elaborate their position.
Indeed, the only changing variable I noted was the emotional tone. From even-handed to sarcastic and all the way to outraged, politicians and pundits alike seemed to vary their speeches in feeling volume rather than development of concepts. I came to the conclusion that an evolution of substance could only come through stepping out beyond the ideologies and their limitations of bias. Continue reading “I’ve Been Watching Politics”
Some days I don’t have much to say. Some days, I just bebop through without deep insight or wisdom on which to hang my sense of self. Some days, I strive to understand and explore meaning. I used to think I had to be witty and wise to count for something. I used to believe that; some days I still do.
Today, though, I have a new idea. It’s ok to be diffuse. Indeed, today I believe I hear deeper and absorb more of the silent whispers that Guidance murmurs in the soft fuzziness. Continue reading “Abiding in Grace – Life in the Vortex”
Have you heard the saying, “Nobody gets out of here alive.”? As far as I can tell, that’s the truth. It’s the door at the end of every hallway, the final step of the dance; Death takes a bow right before every curtain comes down.
I “died” once. I recall watching in slow motion as my car sped towards the freeway wall and then…. I floated, like a feather in the breeze. I felt relief, like I’d just removed a shoe that was too tight, and I drifted, as though a gentle current held me lightly in its buoyant caress. I saw millions of lights, like fireflies, dancing on what seemed like a night sky. The voices sang a harmony that made one Voice, and the Voice soothed and comforted and reassured. I abided in peace and bliss for a timeless moment (or just under one minute if you count the seconds when the medics couldn’t find any vital signs). Continue reading “When I Died – A Story of Awakening”
In December 1983, I was in a high speed/head on automobile collision that changed my Life to such an extent that I didn’t know what or how or who I would be after I recovered; people who knew me before the accident thought I must be a Walk-In (a popular concept back then). As I healed from the head injury and came to terms with type 1 Diabetes that emerged as a result of the accident… as I floated in the space between what was and what was becoming, I wrote this poem:
When the bottom dropped out,
I was scared.
Silly me.
For did these feet grow wings. Continue reading “Living On The Brink of Perpetual Awakening”