Fertility is in the air. For all of us to drink. Freely. Can you taste Her?
Through your physical senses. Your rich playground of capillaries to Life. To your Self. To the earth. To Her beauty. And to the sweetness of Her essence. All around us. Within us. Everywhere.
There is no place She is not.
And our breath is the thread that takes us there.
Happy Earth Day! I had so much fun on my bike ride this morning. Stopping by these exquisite trees (who interweaved around each other) and offering flowers and foods to nature, the river, the rocks, the earth.
Have you ever tracked the holy thread of impermanence? The richness of all that arises in this tender loving place? How the cycles of nature reflect this deeply mysterious process. With a requited graceful surrender.
Always.
There is so much richness unfolding on this sacred planet. Which we can not see with our human eyes. It is beneath the ground. Threads of an unfathomable creative process. So miraculous and incomprehensible. As it swirls and twirls. Following an intelligence of unspeakable magnificence.
What if you could taste Life through your physical senses simply by meeting the moment, each moment, in a state of ecstatic wonder?
Life. That vibrant rich Unnameable Presence.
We are in the stillness of winter. A silence that wraps the land in sparkles of frozen reprieve. I long to sit with my ancestors by a fire. Feeling held by the holiness of their ancient stories. The warmth of the flames caressing our skin. The taste of sacred tobacco on our tongues.
In the sanctum of the dark...
On December 21, we will enter the Solstice portal, a deep space of time magic. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, this marks the darkest time of the year. A time of gathering within. Of celebrating all that we've sewn throughout the year.
Beloved Mother Earth...
I breathe in your sacred hum and feel tender emanations of love
I breathe in your rhythms and feel nourished in exuberance and wonder
I breathe in your cycles and feel the sweet dance of shadow and light
We are presently in this deep womb space of darkness… the darkest time of the year. Immersed in a place of tender holding… waiting… trusting. We have learned to fear this darkness… and yet without it, we wouldn’t learn how to surrender, and to shed layers of our self that are ready to transmute into …
