Thursday, September 24, 2009
this week is completely different. i'm so much more willing to be in my moments, expect good things and am actually finding that to be true. once again a reminder of how life moves in ebb and flow, and where i'm standing in the tide makes all the difference on how i experience the truth.
i am learning that as i trust emergence, the beautiful things for which i seek...i.e. "how a little lama finds her way in the world" seem to just show up gloriously. and when i integrate all my allowing spirit with my silly little old ego, i love what bubbles to the surface!
Now playing: Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová - Falling Slowly
Lisa J. Winston Photography
Monday, September 7, 2009
(author's note re: dramatic liscence...these are the combined words, thoughts, heartbeats of my mystic tribe. i ask full pardon and blessing for combining them to the beat of my own heart)
When alone and introspective
I marvel at the creature and spirit that breathes its way into my awareness...
The drums are getting louder and my heart beats in time...
When the wind touches me in new ways
I feel the smell of the summer air for the first time
It weaves in and out of being in the world,
Consciously entering into and emerging from Presence.
delving deep within, and trusting fully
Jumping "off the cliff" empty handed
I hear this call out of the fog of forgetfulness.
Take the jump not because it is comfortable, but because comfort follows the jump.
Look forward to the splash as we take the leap together
Into this expansive void I free fall with gusto
From a high-ground view where my intent wavered,
and where I stopped to swallow stillness.
as promised, here's my voice again,
It flutters like a million Butterfly wings
Sounding out, a tone to follow....
Back to the well where we'll drink once more.
I feel your words now
Vibrating, jingling my bones, dancing under my skin...
In anticipation and Love for my tribe.....
I feel you all so very close, with every breath.....
The body as a temple is practice in answer to prayer
The balancing elixir of our systems
Headed for something Biblical or divine,
out of my awareness I do manage to find the switch
And love every minute of this wild ride;
Learning to stay grounded, in rhythm with earth.
I end up an alchemist making elixirs of rock, vortexes of manifest ease.
If the earth were not cracked open we would never have known
Never known the jewels, the great Earth medicines
Life goes on, important events "just happen".
No amount of preparation or lack thereof will change anything
Heartaches arrive on my doorstep
Accompanied with a freedom previously mistaken for loss.
A couple I welcome inside to get warm
They make themselves intimately known to the who I am today
I am "chomping at the bit"...
like the wind horse pulling on the reigns of our awareness;
The soul rearing to go, galloping into its remembrance of undifferentiated Self.
Sometimes I am unsure of what I might find;
others I am at rest in the Divine Mother's lap
Knowing that I knew nothing...
Hence the ground cracking open...blasting through my Pisces Sun,
The water of this swim burns at noonday and fills my gills
Come out to the desert one and all.
The Land waits
The Mystery is waiting
I am surrounded by a ring of fire.
Out of the circle of time and into the circle of love
only when I stopped to listen,
Was I able to hear?
Will we be chased through the desert by our captors?
Will the sea part, leading us to our freedom?
Shut the talking down,
Break through the gateway,
Guarding the mystery of heart
Balancing the daily company of death,
I am in awe of the power
I am very much at peace
It's important for us to feel each other gathering....
Emptied, enchanted, expanded, ecstatic and.... united as One.
Just to Re-member our Wholeness
with open arms and heart
And in the "unknowing", where all pictures turn
velvety darkness or pure potential,
the entire landscape transforms
At the still point, I wait with joyful anticipation of our reunion.
YOU HAVE ONLY TO BE STILL.
Messenger of messengers
Enough silence to truly hear.
I answer the call to return to our circle
and delve deeper into the water,
Oh Ram…how curious your costume
petitelama, Deborah, Delora, Lisa, Don, David, Julie, Julia, Lola, Kim, Tracie, Mary, Wendy Sue, Ryan, Margaret, Dana, Anne lise, Sandy, Diana
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
my question really is, why isn't that bright eyed, alert and a little bit cunning bird in front of me the god i am looking for? and perhaps she is...i really couldn't ask to be placed more squarely in the heartbeat of the world or perhaps the cosmos than where i am sitting right now. i am breathing deeply, opening heart and eyes...from this stance layers peel away and i feel stripped bare and vulnerable and like it that way