falling in love with the world

my sisters my brothers

and all my in betweens

let’s fall in love

again again and again

this place we live

this very earth is

our home, our paradise

our mothership extraordinaire!

flirt with the beauty

summon the sensuality

invite the splendor to dance

give praise to every mountain

let us see what there is

not only what it is not

let us see who there is

not point at who we are not

there are policies, treaties, rights,

justices gone awry, translations

polls, votes, sides and traditions

cultures, cults and curiosities

and all the while….

there has to be days,

entire long sun-filled blazing days

thunder pounding heart pounding

rain coming days of beauty blessed

there has to be days

days of laying in grass in rest

resting on hillsides in sunshine

spaces where sabbath takes us

makes love to us in slowness

naked slow dance at pink dawn

nurture moonlight with parted lips

pause to praise the darkness

lift your breast to praise the light

every creature, every plant, every bird,

the rock, the tree, every spirit is our sibling

our ancestor, our descendant, our love

this is how we save what matters

how we smile into adversity

how our renegade spirit finds delight

how we fall in love with the world

and all the while…

there are days for naming,

days for blaming and even

days we feel ashamed of being

but… more days are made for loving

more days are made for loving

than we ever imagined could be

all that is required is your presence,

your devoted company

pull up a chair

set down your weary bags

take off the shoes of gravity

listen to the wind in trees

falling in love with the world

happens in a second,

it could be this one for you,

this very second can be your union

if we do not fall in love with the world again

the lights will go out

the fights will shout

the doubt will destroy our knowing

and all the while….

fall in love with your craft

pull out your colors and songs

reset your altar and devotions

embrace the impossible beauty of this

know what you know

love what you love

stop withholding your glory

show us who you are

we need you, I need you

this world has need of your company

pull up a chair, I will meet you there

falling in love with the world

is not only for mystics, for the gifted

this is for you, for me,

for every being, every river, every wind

lay your head upon your family

lay your face upon the table of time

lay your burdens at the foot of longing

choose to fall in love with the world

amen.

do you hear me?

Shiloh Sophia

For the Red Thread Guides Class of 2019

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Red Thread Letter #761

Dear One,

Yesterday we completed a celebration of the feminine, of circle, of red thread, of sisterhood, it was called Invocation. I co-lead this experience with two of my dear friends, Dr. Mary McCrystal and Lavender Grace, two of the most potent teachers of personal medicine I have ever had the pleasure of working with. We each brought our gifts, Lavender brought song and dance, Mary brought ceremony and altar teachings, I brought creativity through image and painting medicine symbols on our drums. Each one of us wrote a story of our drum, as if the drum was speaking. I was left with a feeling of hope for what was possible. And, what we together created here at our Musea campus in Sonoma, California. Here we are.

When we gather together in circle, magic happens between us. Old stories fall away as laughter rises up. Hearts expand and consciousness awakens. The sacred space between is amplified and gives us courage to move forward with our work in the world. We each taught the women something they can take to their own circles. We called the women to call their own circles.

I was so encouraged by this gathering, of seeing what was possible when we gather. My love for the world came on strong and filled my soul.

When everyone was gone and our big school was quiet I felt tired, yet I also felt ecstatic. I poured myself a glass of our cool white wine, put my chair in the sun, let my hair down and the wind came. We have these winds here called anabatic winds… and it was a very hot day. So there I was with this warm wind flowing over my body, full sunshine in redwood trees and I just cried for joy. For the paradise this life is. My teacher Sue would say, there is nothing wrong with life, it is just how we live it. I let all the beauty wash over me, making love to the wind…

Then I came inside, called by one line….falling in love with the world again…and I wrote this for the group of women here, and for you.

How do you fall in love with the world? Let beauty happen to you. Then become beauty happening in the lives of others. Yet so many of us are withholding that love, that beauty that we live in an enforced self-imposed scarcity that we don’t need anymore. Enough hard stuff happens without us keeping ourselves from letting the beauty that is here INSIDE.

Today, the first rain came. As I listened to the sounds I prayed for our collective awakening. This could be paradise, is paradise, and let us spend more time, when we are able, letting that paradise wash over us. Today, can you go outside, find a point of beauty, and sit there with it, pull up a chair and fall in love.

The troubles will still be there when you are done basking in glory. Don’t take them with you. There are mini-sabbaths available all day long if you look for them. Waiting in line, driving in the car, being on hold. I savor every 5 minute sabbath like a jewel. I really do. This is because I am conscious of it and how precious it is. All day long, I weave my day with rest, and say : “I am resting” to my body.

Most people who know me say: “You are one of the hardest working people I know” but they also say “You are one of the most generous and most creative”. My secret is no secret, the word is out. I am in love with the world. Try it.

My husband is making coffee and the sounds of the kitchen are pairing up with the sounds of the rain, and it is glorious. I send this gloriousness to you…

Rose Photos by Amber Gould

These women are my hope for the world….

Our MUSEA Campus is a beautiful venue to host your own classes, workshops, retreats and more! Here is a photo of our Red Thread Circle space. If you are local to the Bay Area, consider joining our Healing Arts Collective with three venues available for your work.

You can find a virtual FB Live tour of MUSEA Campus here in the Red Thread Cafe Classroom.