Within the fabric of well-being is the deep need of union with nature.

The unsuspecting innocence dances freely and wildly through the orchards of time.

The crystal clear radiance reflected by the waters edge.

The scent of pine on the breath of the forest.

The unrelenting wind on the backs of old men fishing till the day is done, while howling and scathing terns gather to scavenge for the remains of dying fish; as the lantern burns bright calling the men home to sit by the hearth and romance a warm drink.

When our very existence connects deeply with nature we are in tune with our own personal song.

We all have our own song to sing like the oriole or the robin.

Finely tuned and instrumental we strum the heart strings and beat endlessly and rock our souls essence.

Giving and receiving, tides turning and rivers flowing.

I am at one.

Part One
When I started this blog a short time ago it was my intention to bring through words of inspiration and love. My intention was to let what wanted to come through come through. It began at the time of the massacre in Newtown Connecticut and now I find myself with an unrelenting pull towards speaking words in response to the bombing at the Boston Marathon.

How disheartening it is in the wake of fear.
Dis-heart-en-ing= to take away the heart.

In a flash our hearts were disabled, we were left with shock and disbelief.
The choice to run and flee
or contain, hold and help.
Countless times throughout humanity we have witnessed power plays and group beliefs that differ extremely within the mindset of the greater whole, the larger population. It makes me think of Scott Peck’s book “The people of the Lie” which made a great impression on me and I’ve carried the concept of its message. From Al Qaeda, Nazi Germany, to white supremacists, to the Roman empire we have seen how different mindsets and belief systems demise our ability to simply love. We encapsulate ourselves in fear and ignorance. We are led to believe what the group believes, aligning with the prevalent thought. We see this everywhere within social groups, families ,politics, cultures, we bond in familiarity. We yield from standing separate from the pack to protect ourselves from rejection, loss, and isolation. We see this behavior within our individual social sphere, as well as globally. Our individual microcosm and the macrocosm. We kill each other mentally, emotionally, and physically often in the name of our version of God, our spirituality.

Two young impressionable men built bombs to kill as many people as possible, holding the belief system that they will be well rewarded in the afterlife. I speculate here, I am not in their minds, but am witness to the violence and hate of their action. OR the love of their God? What do you do with people that believe to kill people is good. There is so much we do not understand. What I do understand is life is precious, every person here is unique, every person here contains the divine. How do we reconcile acts of hate if we are all one. We need to look at ourselves, as a country, as a world, with heart and objectivity in regard to “we and they” mentality. We need to look at our own discourse within our own individual lives. We need to look at the actions of our nation within the discourse and differences within all cultures. We need to continue to choose love over fear and walk boldly, strongly with a gentle heart and know at a core level that to kill another is not the answer. But what you do when evil appears to stand in your path? Kill?
If we each contain a spark of source, of the divine than how can we reconcile killing another? Especially when it appears that it is to save innocent lives? Is it not the responsible thing to do to remove the violence? But what is the right way, the most loving way, the most safe way? Is it possible to live in peace and harmony?

I can only speak of this in fractions of time for it is difficult. I welcome your thoughts. I ask only that you breathe into your heart, speak from your heart.

Opening to spirit

Dear Guidance,

I ask to be given words of inspiration and love that will speak to the hearts of people.

 

PLACE

 

Darkened days

a silhouette stands in the corner forsaken,

needing respite.

Do not discard her,

she is precious,

she is a swirl,

an aspect within the essence of your soul.

She stands within the contours of self,

she is written in, etched from life’s story.

She cannot be contained within your vessel for she is much more of an expanded energy.

She stands waiting

to be found.

She knows that there are no boundaries to the love that is available,

she knows without a doubt that life and love comes in all shapes and colors.

She knows she has her place and that it is her place to bring notice to the shadows,

for without the shadows,

the light,

the illumination,

cannot be found.

So for today,

I want to share

that it is within your darkness,

your despair,

your creative muse,

that light is sent an invitation.

Your light has been invited to come and play with your darker places.

 

When we embrace the whole of us,

our being,

we can walk with fullness,

with richness of self.

Love inherent.

This place I speak of can not be improved upon,

for it is the reflection of Source and of all that matters.

Every one of us has this place.

Everyone of us has the ability to rest in this place.

Go to this place

find solace,

comfort,

an echo of mirth.

Bask in its grace.

Know that you have been touched deeply.

that your heart has expanded

to a new way of being.

Love is at the core,

it is always at the core

Love waits for you,

for your embrace.

 

 

2012 the Earth’s alignment

Winter solstice

To Newtown,CT

 

I speak to you now from my heart

from the chamber within my heart of hearts,

from that deep, deep place that holds rivers of memories and passage of time.

A place so immense that at times feels unable to be contained,

or expressed with the scripture of words.

Words being teeny, tiny specks in contrast to that love.

The flicker of the flame lights up within this chamber and I can see embossed on the walls all that has come to pass,

all that I hold dear,

in remnants of laughter,

and in teardrops like rain,

images of our ancestral

reaching far back to other times,

other places,

other people

that are carried through to this point in time.

 

I don’t know why it takes a tragedy to make us

stop

and think

and feel.

A tragedy that rattles our bones and shakes our soul

giving us clarity and gratitude in the wake of broken hearts,

of unthinkable horror.

New eyes emerge.

The walls of the chamber of our hearts create a new energy.

A new image becomes part of us,

their experience is written into us.

When we allow ourselves to feel we are changed.

Soul growth lives within our ability to reflect from the inside out ways that illuminate the path for self and others.

 

When time is of the essence

let us not sink into despair

but rather,

bring all our forces together for good,

and reign in all the gold,

all the goodness,

all the pieces and lay them on a platter and place it on a table of abundance for all to gather and reap. When we come together at times of celebration we hail to what is most precious in life. What is most precious in life is the sacred gems that are the people with whom we share.

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As we gather together at this auspicious time we can take time to honor the existence of each and every one of us. And in the beckoning of our collective grandness we ask with an open heart that those that have come before us and those whom are yet to come be still in their own uniqueness and listen to the sweet call of peace, love and joy.