The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth between the door sill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep. -Rumi Rage…
May you choose to sift the glitter from the grit of life.
May you sharpen those internal soul tools that make self excavation possible, even when messy.
May you choose to pursue your life purpose fearlessly, no matter what bills are due.
May you realize that you don’t need to be inspired to create, and you don’t need to clean the house or the catbox first.
After 1000 broken vows
We will rise again. I promise.
Surrendering to the mystery
of knowing or not knowing.
Our Lady of Abundant Blessings
Open our hearts to Thy bountiful wisdom
You who bridge the created and uncreated worlds
You who bring spirit into form so beautifully
Move us through our many thought forms that bind
ave you had the experience of the very AIR around you changing, seeming different- both in moments of bliss and pain? Times of miracles and grieving and transformations are moments when the air seems to me compressed and released and anointed with sparkle from On High. I have often wondered, since pain and miracles seem like something we can neither call on nor predict, but can certainly expect to show up -though with no idea when… is there a way to cause or call on the Sparkle from On High as needed? The answer of course is no and yes. Sparkle from on High is grace in its many sorted forms.
Bless us this day with your presence
Show us the way through the hard to see places
Anoint us with the oil for far seeing
Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.
She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
She wasn’t sure how long it would take
And she didn’t know just where she was going
But she felt she was on the path
Listening for the divine instruction I sit real quiet on the edge of my thought. Trying not to interrupt the possibility that some holy red thread of wisdom might reach through the veils to my own heart. Am I in my own way? The thoughts beckon away from stillness. Am I missing something here?…
Have you ever felt
not quite yourself around some folks?
Why is it that
to be wonderful
is not supported by everyone?
Do you ever feel like your being a success,
or just being happy
appears to be threatening to others?
Even those who love you. (And they really do)