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Leave-ing

 I would like to invite us all to take a collective deep breath. Even those of us who have difficulty with this seldom appreciated action of benevolence and grace. A deep breath can simply be a pause. A centering. A home coming. Just place your trembling hand on your beautiful, vulnerable, sacred and still beating heart. And there it is. Here it is. The drum beat of our unity. The song of our Oneness. The wordless prayers of a world on its knees. There is an election approaching in the United States. An election that has caused us to divide ourselves. An election that has caused us all anxiety and the inability to take a deep collective breath. There are unspeakably brutal wars occurring. With death tolls rising and no clear end in sight. There are wildfires, floods and hurricanes. With death tolls rising and no clear end in sight. And meanwhile. Beloveds are sitting at the bedside of beloveds who are leaving this painful, beautiful, agonizing and precious world. And children are being

The Communion of Communication

 I am fascinated with language. I find it quite Miraculous when spoken words can be drawn forth from the ethers and woven into clothing for the offering up of what can’t be clothed. Or spoken. Our deepest communications are often the felt sensations that we confer upon and convey to each other beyond any need to utter sounds. Language itself is a conundrum. It has a history and a symbolism that can often be felt differently by both the speaker and the one being spoken to. I have recently been invited to several social gatherings. I am grateful to be welcomed in and thought of. I am grateful to be called to the table of community and shared communion with those I love. I am also mindful of the lessons I’ve been learning in this self created hermitage that is my life. And I am feeling both a sense of caution and optimism. I am asking of myself these days to listen more and to speak less. In an honest attempt to understand and to surrender and to make of my heart a nesting space of safety

The Humming

 Have you ever heard it? That background sound that seems to Hum. That sound that speaks in stillness and gently calls to you. And rocks you . And holds you as you sleep within the great Womb of the deep.  That Humming sound of all that is and ever shall be. That Grace filled echoing that speaks the Truth beyond all form. And knows your Name. And why you came. I have recently taken a sabbatical from social media and the unfolding events “as they appear” upon my Tv screen. Because of what I’ve seen. Inside myself. I have seen villains. And wars. And judgements. And divisions. I have felt the uprise of anger and resentment and frustration. I have wielded heavy swords from within myself that I draw forth at a moment’s notice, against my “perceived “, “enemies”. Until the Humming. The Humming. The Humming. That called me back from the edge of the ledge on which I stood. And asked me to sit awhile within the silence of the great unfolding. And to surrender my swords. And to trust in The Mys

For Sam and Valeria

 I have been privileged at times, to behold the Great Blue Heron in flight. The massive blue white wingspan left me speechless and awestruck. The sheer majesty and fluid trust of movement took my breath away. The power and elegant beauty of flight seemed to call to me, and dare me to loosen all doubts that had clipped my own wings. I have witnessed this same kind of breathtaking flight through the gentle unfolding and merging of wings in the union of my Son and his Beloved. They have journeyed through this life while flying solo. Testing the deep waters in themselves and others. Until the day came when the deep seeking was answered in the reflection of each other that those waters brought forth. It was then that they emerged from the holy waters of searching, into the vast expanse of Being, as two beings merged as One. They became two wings united in flight. Trusting each other’s hearts as navigational frequencies of unified aerodynamics. I want to Bless this Union and hold it in my He

Convictions

 The word “conviction “ is a noun. One of its definitions is “a firmly held belief.” The former president of the country I live in has just been convicted and found guilty of 34 felony counts in a court of law, by a jury of his peers. I am conflicted by my reactions to this event. In some ways I am relieved that accountability has finally come to pass  upon a mountain of what I have “a firmly held belief “ in as a long list of atrocities. In other ways I have only sorrow. Partially because I do not think that this man will actually be treated like any other felon in the history of felonies. Accountability will not truly come to pass. My other dilemma lies in the fact that there are many who view this as an atrocity and a form of political theater. These brothers and sisters of mine may still vote this man into office and I will be faced with the challenge of reconciling that which I do not comprehend.  I truly believe that this man is the living persona and embodiment of our individual

Mother Mary. Humming.

 “All this noise. So much noise. On your TV screens. In your politics. In your wars. In your minds.” “ The noise begins and ends with You. The chaos that can serve as a catalyst for the creation of change, must be blessed by Your compassion and Your Harmony .” “ This is not to tell you to look away. Or to not stand up for the Peace you seek. It is merely a reminder that Peace is already Here. Awaiting your arrival. And Humming your name as an essential chord in its survival.” “The creations of the Children of God should be Witnessed and Pondered. This is merely a call to take Pause before acting, or speaking, or judging.” “When the Father created the Heavens and Earth, and the Great Mother sighed as She inhaled the Birth, the Children were given custodial Light of unfathomable Worth. And the Great Father sighed, and He said: “It is Good.” “The Children of Creation have spent lifetimes creating. And often, miscreating. Through a glass, darkly. In fogs of forgetfulness. Sleepwalking thro

Mary’s Messages Continued

 “Let me speak to you now about the Altars of this Earth. There are many that have been constructed in Honor of Me. By well intentioned people and their perceptions of who I am.” “I visit these landscapes often. Unnoticed by those who call my name. I walk through the Shrines and Grottoes. Placing my hands on the hearts of those who seek Me. For an instant , those I touch  inhale a moments Peace. As if a warm breeze has just been drawn into the spaces where they once felt breathless. They do not know that I am there beside them, for they do not yet believe that this is possible.  They bow their heads in prayer to thought forms, and far away images of Me that they have fashioned  according to their understanding.” “In Truth, all of the Grounds of Earth are Holy. As are The Children of God who walk upon them. For all is the Kingdom. And has always been the Kingdom. And the Kingdom of Heaven is Here where you stand.” “I am much like you. I am a Daughter and a Mother and a Friend. I know th