All who wander.......for Doris and Amy

Have you ever been brought into a heart instantly? Have you felt the love of another human flood over you just because they decided to love you? Well, I have...... White Ash and I experienced that last year in Peoria!

We had settled into our room and decided to go down to the restaurant and get a little dinner. After talking to our guys back at home, we had a really nice meal. The whole time we were eating, my attention was drawn to two women sitting near us. I wondered if they were DanFans too, and before we left our table, I summoned the courage to intrude upon their privacy and ask them. It was Doris and Amy, sweet and pure and radiating the love we all carry innately in our souls. I can not recall the exact conversation, but I knew we were connecting to similar souls, similar hearts and two beautiful ladies. Throughout the weekend, we remained at each others sides and became fast friends.

The wandering minstrel souls of forever friends find themselves connected exactly when and where they need to. It happened to the 4 of us that weekend and has multiplied a million times over since we have all embraced  in a family group hug!

All who wander are not lost. In fact, they are found just at the perfect moment.

Amy and Doris, I will  forever be grateful that our souls met!
It may seem like the long way, but I would do it over exactly this way again!

Flow Me Back Home...for Beth

She was born near a river

The river lives in her, still

One day, return to it

She will

And she will sit along the banks of her past

While melding with it the future 

like rapids, raging on so fast

The water healing her heart like loving sutures

The land she left

Is the place her soul dreams of 

When Peoria is her address once more

We'll see again, prayers answered from above

The river calls her home

Home to Illinois

Where she can be closer to her roots

And the heart of our native boy

Sacred Soul...for KASY

If you promise her your heart

she will care for it

Everyday, as a gardener cares

for her precious roses

In your promise

is an agreement, a contract

And she will sign it, too

If she knows your soul is honest

If you promise her love

and instead, give her lies

Then a painful bed

you have made for yourself

For a promise is gospel

To the pure soul she is

And to tarnish a sacred trust

is not an action known to her

So, please, only promise

What you can allow in return

For the love she shares

Is real, pure and tender

A Dianespiration Danspiration!

To many of us, the idea of treating any one person differently than another is never an option. We are all floating out here on this island, our mama Gaia. We are all sharing the same space, a very large space that continues to die and diminish and be degraded daily.

Does it not make sense to care for all creatures of this, our home, the place we all share?

In honor of my friend, Diane.......I ask you all to love each other like she loves.....fully, truly and fiercely!
Be brave enough to stand up for what's right and humane. We all deserve the same respect, love and opportunities in this life!

Each day brings new awareness! Become aware of ALL life around you! Maybe... to love is not so...strange!

Brother to Brother?

Disdain for breakfast

Disrespect for lunch

Depravity for dessert

Kick them when they're down

Never a thought of picking them up?

"I got mine, screw you" ....the mantra of madness many mumble

How is it that we escalate professional teams to lofty positions

We honor them for the teamwork they display

But then, we do not see ourselves as one connected team?

We are going down fast, people

We are drowning in our own greed

and the truth is that we won't make it if we don't change

Money and false power won't save us

Botox and fat from our asses to plump our faces

Won't cushion the blow of destruction

Wake up, HAVES!

The HAVE NOTS are increasing and multiplying

 if we go down, you go down

This is a shout out to brothers everywhere

The brothers and sisters of existence

If I am hurt.... so are you, injured

Pick me up

Hold me tight

And I will live, and so will you

Then and Now

Parents raise their children the best way they know how to. They create little versions of themselves, all the good, bad and ugly that they are can be passed down to their scions. A child grows in the soil of the home he or she is born into.

As you reflect on this, as a child, as a parent, a grandparent........when is it the correct time to dance your own dance, be your own YOU and not a carbon copy of a parent?

There are many chances in life to recreate ourselves. We can do this daily, yearly or actually, never at all.
In THIS lifetime, are you living YOUR life or the life you were expected to live, the way you were expected to live it?

Can you allow the best of your ancestors to live within and around you while releasing anything that does not fit in with your adult paradigm?

Keep your mama, your papa, your nana and gramps near you, but remember to be YOU, too.

"I meld the best of my past with the best of my future to create the NOW I wish to experience"

Life After Death

You know how you get to know a person and you develop a new energy, a new relationship, a new connection that before did not exist?

You know how you look forward to talking to and laughing with and building memories with this person? 

You know how one day you realize you love this other man, woman or child? You have accomplished an amazing feat! You have melded your aura, your persona, your heart with another human being. This is how friendships are blossomed. It really is quite a miracle. (Hi Sharon!)

And...then,,,,,you know how those friends suddenly become your family? Well, I do!

DanFam......I love you all each day more than I ever thought I could! Thank you for being in my life.

Thank you, Dan, for giving us all new life after your untimely death. Because of you, a family has blossomed!

Scared becomes......Sacred

Can you look at your life as a sacred lesson path that you are honored to walk? The times when it feels like things went wrong, the times they always go in the right direction....the times when all you can scream at the top of your soul is "HELP ME". These times are all chapters in the book of your life.

Has the fruit of your vine rotted in front of your very eyes while you felt helpless against the process? Did the decomposing carcass of a past love or a past "mistake" haunt you? Does it still?

I ask you to allow these times in your life to reflect for you....to teach you, to give you the opportunity to transform a scary situation into a SACRED one. A life lesson so powerful and cleansing that you will always walk with it, instead of run from it. It becomes the part of yourself you share with another soul who needs guidance, acceptance and clarity.

If you feel  alone on this path, know you are not. We all have experienced pain and frustration. We have all felt desperation and disappointment, down to the very depths of the souls we truly are.

Look back over your life as a story........tie all of these experiences together and see the sacred lessons you have discovered about YOU. The story of you is complex and beautiful and unique in all its glory, passion and process.

I honor the sacred part of you. I see it, feel  it and know it is there.

Your turn.......

The Carpenter Crafts a Friend Ship

The craftsman carves a ship of wood
No longer does he build his life on would ofs
or could haves, or shouldn'ts

Now his skilled hand he applies to all endeavours
He crafts a relationship like his art...
Strong and connected, blended

Honoring the knots
Releasing the nots
Building a ship for friends

A structure solid
with many grains and finishes
Each one unique and valued

A ship strong upon the ocean
Steady as we go
We hoist the sails together

There is room on our ship for more souls
Can you allow your bark to be peeled back
To reveal your inner beauty?

Then join us, Friend, on this Ship

Pink Mist of Morn

The setting sun brings respite

I am weary, my manic mind races

Thoughts are my nemesis

this night

The New Dawn brings light

Burning pink in the mist and dew

of morning

My thoughts are birthed anew today

I allow my ego to drift away

on the pink mist of morn

I allow myself to believe

once again as the sun warms my bones

Today, the light brings peace

and the beckoning darkness of

impending dusk

Brings the comfort of my dreams....realized

POWER????

Greed runs freely, madly in the streets, the office and on Capital Hill. A people cry out for assistance, the cry is muted by the clang of coin and the rustle of the paper money being produced, yet unsecured.
This is Power?

Governments close their doors....one side wanting cuts, the other wanting more cushion. Schools on the endangered species list, health care attacked, children lost in the shuffle.
How powerful is a country that ignores its own in pursuit of more Gold, more material gain? Is true power not love at its purest level?

We show power when we help another person. When we give up a little piece of ourselves for the gain of another. True power is ego-less. True power is peace.

A nation of money rich, compassion poor individuals is not powerful.
Instead it is power depleted, and, until we see this as the truth..... the truth will be a tough pill to swallow. 
A pill that you can not afford with no job, no health care and no one who gives a shit about your quandary.

Today, be a powerful person and love yourself enough to see the truth.....that we gotta take care of each other, every day, in every way.