Suffer the FEAR!

When gold is more valuable than the rights of life
we are suffering

When we want money more than we want
health, we suffer

When we disallow for one, we disallow for all
and collectively....we suffer

If a soul is crushed and diminished, all souls are
and the suffering increases

When we separate ourselves according to class
we give in to the trappings of division

When we are divided
we suffer

If we connect, we heal
When we connect, we heal

Connect and heal
and the only thing suffering is fear

Yep, it's that simple.....

Dorothy's Sacrecrow

Ah, this brings me to the movie.......Wizard of Oz. 

Dorothy's first companion on the Yellow Brick Road is the very confused and lost Scarecrow. She "finds" him, but in reality it is he who finds her, he who shows her what real connection is about. Being that kind of friend who is there, always, no matter what. The first to stride alongside her on her fearless journey; he craved a brain.....yet the one he carried, born innate within him held great wisdom. He already owned what he sought. (we all do, ya know)

When it came time to say good bye and return to Kansas, she whispered to him "I think I'll miss you most of all". (ah, sigh......)

Many is the time I have moved on from a place, a group, a situation, and the good byes were never easy. Often, there has been one main soul that I connected with, and when this part of my journey was complete, I let them know that they were my Scarecrow......I would miss them most of all. Upon the departing, I left them with the knowledge that they were special to me, I had paid attention and saw that them walking  this experience with me did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. The gift they had given me was returned.....gratefully.

Who are the scarecrows in your life? Do they know they fill this sacred space for you? Why don't you tell them....today? Tell them while you are still here....that's when they need to know it. <3

Sigh....

 I won't even touch this....how amazing and perfect....<3

These are Dan's words...


Quiet moments at the edge of the sea
Silence washing like a wave over me
I can't help smiling when I think
Of how you've come to be
Such a strong part of me

I watch you sleeping
In the gray light of dawn
Half the covers off
And half of them on
And I can't help feeling I'm part
Of some grand design
And a love beyond time

I trace your cheekbone
With the edge of my thumb
I taste your shoulder
With the tip of my tongue
I smell the fragrance in your hair
Of the sun and sea
Of the sun on the sea

I watch the play of light
And shade on your skin
I hear you whisper
That you want me again.
And I rise to greet your grateful lips
Once again with mine
And a love beyond time

No one could ever love you more
No one could ever love you more than I.
No soul could ever shelter yours
No soul could ever shelter yours like mine
Though the world may rage around us
We're safe within the storm
With a love beyond time
With a love beyond time

Now we've both known
Our share of failures before
We both drove
Our share of ships on the shore
We both know the cost
Of dreaming too hard, too high
Of dreaming too high

But now it seems
That every step that we missed
Was just a trick of fate
To lead us to this
When we can share
The taste of something that's so sublime
As a love beyond time

No one could ever love you more
No one could ever love you more than I.
No soul could ever shelter yours
No soul could ever shelter yours like mine
Though the world may rage around us
We're safe within the storm
With a love beyond time
With a love beyond time

With a love beyond time
With a love beyond time

It Just Is...

My mediation this evening from the book "Meditations with  Native American Elders" It spoke so directly that I needed to post it here.

"It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle"

                                         Linda Hogan, Chickasaw

 Mediation:

The Grandfathers have taught us about sacrifice. We have been taught to pray for the people in a pitiful way. Struggle and conflict is neither good nor bad, it just is. Everything that grows experiences conflict. When a deer is born, it is through conflict. When the seed grows, it is through conflict. Conflict proceeds clarity. Everything has the seasons of growth.  Recognize-acknowledge-forgive and change. All of these things are done through conflict.

So well said, I shall just leave it at that!

Aho, brothers and sisters, we are in this together.......let others walk beside you.
<3

Angel in my Arms

She came to me, waddling as little tiny girls do....

Her saucer sized blues eyes and wide grin reviving my heart

Wordlessly she raised her trusting, tender arms to me

Kneeling, I scooped her up in my own road weary arms

Rising together as I stood, she became one with me

She smelled innocent and new, like early morning dew

 Instantly still, she stayed this way for many moments

So perfectly still......so superbly still... simply still

She gave to me a gift, this little angel in my arms

I heard the truth in her silence, I saw it in her saucer sized blue eyes

 hold on, get still, be the dew...always
Could it be this simple? I mused

And then, she was gone, running to the next experience

Does she know that this moment will follow me home?

Does she know I will cherish the silent song she shared?

hold on
be still

be the dew

always

Toes in the TIde

Marena ran now,  on to the cushioned wet sand, her feet barley touching the familiar terrain as she bounded boldly to her liquid mother. Stopping just short of the waves, she halted; taking in the magnitude of the moment. She smelled the salt riding upon the heavy, humid air and breathed it deeply into her lungs, she allowed herself to taste it again.  "Hello mama, I am home". She spun herself around like a little girl imitating a ballerina. Her heart was light, yet there lived a deep regret just below the surface of her celebration.

Gingerly and with great honor, she stepped into the surf and allowed the coolness of it to wash over her feet. The intense feeling returned to her throat then and her eyes filled with tears. As they trailed  down her cheeks, she tasted their salt, too. She began to weep. There was a longing that she lived with every day, yet attempted to ignore. She had chosen this life, she had traded her tail for her legs, she held the responsibility for all of it. It did not change the fact that each time her toes hit the tide, a great sadness sprung up from her soul.

Retreating from the reality of it, she stepped back and headed to the dryer sand away from the pain that had suddenly surfaced. She sat herself down and sank into the shelter of the surrounding sand, which had warmed in the now early afternoon sun. Rocking back and forth, ever so slowly, she set herself into a meditative excursion.  She had taken this travel each time she was in the comfortable sand, with the sun on her skin and the tears in her eyes.

This time, however, she planned to invite the soul of her lover in to join her. That same smile formed on her face as she recalled their last amazing days together. It had been the first time they were afforded the luxury to just be. He had cooked for her  and sang her to sleep.....he held her hand as they strolled the woods, and he listened to her as she shared her secrets. In return, she held him and rocked him to sleep, she softly sang with him in gentle harmony. She helped him to relax into the beauty of the moment,  giving herself to him fully, as no women had done before... completely and unconditionally. He allowed her to care for him, and he learned to receive the safety of her love easily. When they left each other, they knew all was well, all was good, and they were creating a space where their hearts hung effortlessly on the wind. This wind would bring them together any time they summoned it.

She had not yet told him of her time in the deep, calming buoyancy of the sea. Hoping that he would understand it all more clearly if he joined her in the very place that she came from, her soul began to call to his. His soul responded without hesitation with a call all its own.  Their soul song blending into a perfect tonal vibration. And.... as she sank deeper into her mediation, he was now there as well, beside her. He took her hand as he had in the woods, their eyes met in agreement, and they were off.

tbc

Quiet my Soul

wondering

processing

hurting

crying

aching

                               my soul gets quiet in its grief

                 as I reconnect to my beliefs

darkness

rejection

awareness

death

resurrection ?

                                          my soul teaches me in the stillness

                         as I wander in my mind's silent shrillness

vulnerability

spirituality

melding

teaching

showing

slowly

healing

                                                       my soul cradles me, and, as I weep

                                    I release my pain buried down deep

re-emerging

post purging

lighter

wiser

peaceful

                              slowly my soul crawls out of the dark night

                   I once again welcome this new day of light

process

completed

wisdom

repeated

human

reseated

after

I

humbly

retreated

           and became once again whole

                                                               in the quiet of my soul