Getting Out of the Undertow

IMG_1985A new technique for getting out of an undertow has been discovered. We were taught that you should swim parallel to the shore and you would eventually pull yourself free from the force of the  undertow. Now it has been discovered that it is wiser to float, rest and wait in the undertow. In a couple of minutes, the undertow will depart and you are free to swim to shore.

I love this! It is so illustrative of so many of life’s lessons that have done more harm than good. We ingested these ideas from childhood, despite evidence that they do not work. If you try to swim out of the undertow, you may eventually do so but you will be exhausted. We have been taught to exhaust ourselves, allowing one and all to pull on our energy field. Yet by staying in place; relaxing, floating, we allow the energy itself to leave.

My grandson's creation at the lake yesterday. We know when we are at the gateway of our own truth. The question is, will we take the step forward?

My grandson’s creation at the lake yesterday. We know when we are at the gateway of our own truth. The question is, will we take the step forward?

When someone can no longer siphon any energy from you with their pulling or pushing, you are free! They will depart of their own accord as they are not being fed by you any longer. We are programmed to sabotage ourselves by engaging in the push/pull behavior that keeps us in the undertow. Our higher self is always there, extending a hand towards freedom’s gate. Yet we listen the the voice of our ego or aspects of ourselves from earlier times, this lifetime or past ones, and allow ourselves to be dragged back down to the old shackled ways.

We do not believe we are worthy of being fully loved. We work to get up the courage to end a relationship with another or a job or a situation, and then we feel we must try again, offer our heart once again. The pattern repeats and we feel dragged down again. We knew it was toxic yet our beautiful full hearts want to try once again. And the result is the same…the feeling of disempowerment, of weight, of pain.

fullsizeoutput_2584This is when we need to take the time to float, to relax, to allow the integration of what we know inside to be truth to catch up with our physical being, our personality self. Take the pause! Allow the swirl to pass without engaging with it. Float and flood yourself with self love. Allow that to be your life raft. It will carry you to safety without exhaustion. There is an ease that will open up.

You will no longer be triggered by the person or situation. You feel neutral. You have allowed your own wisdom to take the helm, to float and open an empowered pathway of love.

A message that I have had consistently appear in my heart in the moments of yet another layer of letting go is: You are not going to less, you are always headed to more. 

I desire more, more freedom, more love, more harmony, more peace. So I let go and I leap.There is no debate, no internal dialogue necessary. I hear, I respond and life opens up in more beauty, more truth, more joy. That is freedom!

The Lion’s Gate Portal and Pain

Latest swimming spot

Latest swimming spot

My world of late reflects these intense times. My back aches and makes sleep elusive. Time sitting, especially in cars is no longer easy. Camping trips have been cancelled and my hermit/nun existence moves further inward. I do my back exercises, get acupuncture treatments, walk by the river and play in the pool with my grandson. An unexpected delight of the summer has been swimming in the nearby river. The current is swift but there are places where lovely stretches off the main river can be found. I enjoy the feeling of swimming almost in place as my legs and arms strive for forward movement. It makes me laugh! There follows the reward of a gentle float back downstream, lying on my back, watching the bank flow by. Then the quick movement to eject myself from the river’s slipstream to reach the bank.

IMG_3037I pick blackberries warmed by the sun on my walk there and back. The wildness of the river and the berries resonate on a cellular level with a wildness in my soul and body that seeks greater expression. I can feel the enlivening and it brings me joy. I sense that all of nature is coming alive in a new way and it is transmitted to me in these connections. I need to feel these glimmers of a greater aliveness that herald the new that is to come for us all.

Then there are days where it feels as if a plug has been pulled and every drop of energy has drained from my form. I can hardly animate it. I lie exhausted on my bed or couch, a book at hand if there is a modicum of energy or mindless netflix shows if there are mere drops. If none, I watch the movement of the leaves on the trees outside the windows. If I do not have food in the refrigerator, I am glad of buttered toast from the loaf stashed in the freezer.  Amazing how long I can put off going to the grocery store or any other errands. I feel all those who suffer chronic pain, the limitations, the drawing in. What courage it takes to keep joy alive.

I spend much of my time with my daughter and grandson. I sleep over at the family house on weekends and when the three year old requests my presence. He is just back from a two week trip to see his father in Montreal (Yes, crazy that a three year old has to be so long from his mother. California courts and a father who is not able to honor his child’s needs above his own) so he wants the reassurance of his grandpa and me close at hand. This morning I awoke and went to the bathroom, to find the big blue exercise ball by the toilet. I called out to the scamp who must have rolled it in. He laughed and said, “Nana, that means this is a cracker day!” What is that?, I ask. He just made it up and finds it hilarious and so the day began with laughter and silliness. What kind of animal was I this morning? Could I guess what kind he was? Ok, I am a kodiak bear and he is a chinook salmon and we will see how that turns out!

A recent trip to San Francisco to pick up my grandson from his trip, the fog was shrouding the Golden Gate bridge just as this anger shrouded my heart.

A recent trip to San Francisco to pick up my grandson from his trip, the fog was shrouding the Golden Gate bridge just as this anger shrouded my heart.

Earlier this week, I had three days of intense anger flow through me at the patriarchy and its power over others. I observe how we bring issues in on a personal level to connect us to the global level. It came into my world with a court date where my daughter’s child support was reduced as her soon to be former husband wielded his financial savvy and control. I felt the struggle of single mothers to support and nurture their children while our society turns a blind eye. I felt all the abuse from the Catholic church of my youth, the power men have held over women. I felt the horrors of human trafficking and pediphilia. The anger was like a fire in my veins and I felt that I could smote all who used this power to harm. Moments of unconsciousness appeared in males around me and my level of fatigue with it brought me to my knees. I have no patience for it. I want to shake them and say, “Wake up!” It is time for the masculine to wake up. I have held space for this for so long and have so much compassion for the masculine as it moves from its aggressive warrior stance to becoming warriors of the heart, protectors of women and children, of innocence and truth.

This young man was waiting for the arrival of his wife who had been gone for two weeks. He said it felt like a year. I loved his open proclamation of his love.

This young man was waiting for the arrival of his wife who had been gone for two weeks. He said it felt like a year. I loved his open proclamation of love.

It has not been an easy road for them, I know this. I do  see signs of this happening, there are beautifully conscious males, especially in my sons’ generation and even more so, in my grandson’s as these souls come in balanced in their masculine and feminine aspects. Thankfully, each generation freer from the old programming.

Grief and sadness followed in the wake of anger’s fire. It held me in its grip for days until it suddenly released. These are the times we are in. Duality presents in heightened tones asking to be brought into harmony. My body is a cauldron where an alchemy takes place, turning the unspeakable into the liquid gold lovelight. It takes all that I Am.

I feel as worn as the wedding band of my former twenty-five year marriage. Thin to begin with, it lost its edges, softening with the daily wear and tear of old patterns of partnership and union.

The Lion’s Gate portal has opened as this night moves towards day. I have felt Mother Sekmet’s fire flowing this week and her sword swinging amongst the distortions of power and love. Tonight, the white lions come in, lying beside me as I type. They lick my heart and offer solace. I feel all the pain falling away. I sense the lovelight flowing as I move through this gate. We are being gifted with so much more of our essence. I see sovereignty entering in as our young men and women claim their power in authentic ways and wield it for the greater good.

I was delighted that this heart rock wanted to be balanced to shine its love to all by the river!

I was delighted that this heart rock wanted to be balanced to shine its love to all by the river!

Bliss and despair, hope and hallowed, beauty and fear. All to be held in our hearts, to be allowed, to be accepted and loved. What a glorious thing we are doing here on this earth. What a privilege to play a part in it. God bless us all in our tenderness and dearness.



The Freedom Offered

IMG_2951Flowers beside me, a cool morning breeze flowing through the cottage, stillness and time alone after sweet company. I listened to the Irish poet, John O’Donohue, speaking on stillness and felt my soul expand with his words.

Stillness is vital to the world of the soul. If as you age you become more still, you will discover that stillness can be a great companion. The fragments of your life will have time to unify, and the places where your soul-shelter is wounded or broken will have time to knit and heal. You will be able to return to yourself. In this stillness, you will engage your soul. Many people miss out on themselves completely as they journey through life. They know others, they know places, they know skills, they know their work, but tragically, they do not know themselves at all. Aging can be a lovely time of ripening when you actually meet yourself, indeed maybe for the first time.

JOHN O’DONOHUE Excerpt from his book, ANAM CARA

IMG_2908Finding so many around me, waking up to the greater reality of their hearts. Our society does not offer space for this awakening, it in fact does all it can to keep one from it. Yet, our souls break through with tears that will not be stopped, with a yearning that moves one to breakdown and break open. Vulnerability enters and invites us to explore those darkened rooms that we have so carefully kept locked. Fear guards the doorways….projecting doom and destruction to all who dare enter. We fear for our very lives, as we should. For our lives will be dismantled, the old ways will no longer serve, people will be ousted from our world and we will be sent into outer orbits where there is no familiar landscape. All will be black night.

In that darkness, there will only remain the light of your heart to guide you. Therein lies the key, therein lies the way forward. No other can chart your path, though many will assure you that they know the way. Yet, no one knows you like you do. No one can lead you home to your own truth except you. You are the way, you are the light, you are the truth.

My grandson's designs.

My grandson’s designs.

I have been reading a child’s version of Pilgrim’s Progress to my grandson. He asks for it repeatedly, loving Christopher mouse’s journey to the Evergreen Woods. He acts out the dark aspects, the rats and their trickery and deceit and changes it all in his play. He rescues the weasels who take the shorter route and are “never seen again”. He has them reappear to play and enjoy the beauty and joy of true companionship with all the others as they make it to the promised land. He views duality and brings it into unity and my heart feels the wonder of his gifts.

This is the miracle of these babes come in knowing only love. These children are here to raise us all up with their hearts that see clearly. I am so grateful to be informed by a three year old’s wisdom, to share in the joy that emanates his every dancing movement.

A piece of spinach that landed on the backsplash of the daily magical hearts that appear from Myself to myself, reminding me how I am loved.

A piece of spinach that landed on the backsplash of the sink…my daily magical hearts that appear from Myself to myself, reminding me how I am loved.

We are shedding the old as the new arises within with a gathering strength and fierceness. My world is showing me courageous hearts stepping out of toxic and limiting relationships,  whether in work or home environments. Many are seeking the way forward towards this love flame that emanates the whole. In the choice for self love, others are raised up, no matter the hue and cry at a sudden boundary that states, “No more!” to the old patterns. We trust in ourselves, that a choice for our truth, cannot harm another. All are uplifted by truth. All are uplifted by love.


2 A.M.

Heart rocks shining their love to us.

Heart rocks shining their love to us.

Still awake after a day of activity. No thoughts that are looping, no issues to resolve. My body feels achy from the physicality of today. We have begun to add a hike up the bluffs overlooking the river after our “classical cafe” Sunday mornings. The morning begins with my three year old grandson and his grandpa selecting some classical music to play. We dance, spinning and leaping and flowing in between making the breakfast. My grandson and my daughter are the waffle makers. He loves to be in charge….measure and pour in the oats, peel and throw in the banana, crack a couple of eggs and add some baking powder and blend! Heat the waffle iron and use the pastry brush to coat it with butter. He gets out his small maple syrup jug from the refrigerator and I heat some syrup on the stove in a bigger jug. Grandpa fries the eggs and sometimes bacon, I set the table with the little one’s help. Strawberries are gathered from the garden and sliced. The music fills the room as we fill our bellies with yumminess.

A driftwood dog created for all to enjoy.

A driftwood dog created for all to enjoy.

We went off for our hike, grandpa carrying a weighted pack in preparation for his climb of Mount Shasta later this week. Our grandson had fun practicing with grandpa’s hiking poles adjusted to his size. We will do our own hike in the snow on the mountain and look forward to how the climb goes for the grandpa and uncles. My body is slowly getting ready for more summer with its outdoor hiking and camping adventures. Shasta is a favorite place for both.

We jumped in the pool when we got home and dried off while eating a picnic lunch on the lawn.  While the little one napped, I helped my former hubby work on a tile project by the new back doors. A familiar pattern for the two of us as we spent twenty- five years doing projects in that house and yard. When I left, over a decade ago, I vowed never to do a project there again. I was so tired of projects and  hard work. Yet here I am full of gratitude that this remains the family home. We continue to come together to create a more beautiful home for our grandson. We know each other’s patterns and so the work flows smoothly. We each have gifts that balance the other’s.

Animal dung flattened into the shape of love.

Animal dung flattened into the shape of love.

I depart for the solitude and quiet of my cottage after more pool time, dinner, play time, story time, and kisses to the wee one as he heads to bed. I am ready for an early night. Yet… I am still awake. As I lie here, I have booked a ticket to go visit my sons and their loves in Vermont this fall. Planning of any kind seems impossible but suddenly I am clicking on flights and dates light up and it is done. An energetic connection laid out that offers some solace to our hearts in our time apart. One son needs this right now. Still there is a surreal quality to it all as I wonder who will I be then, what will the world look like? This summer portends huge changes. What will the fall bring? I am curious as to the unfolding.

The days flow past like a dream.So dreamy in fact, that I cannot recall much from moment to moment. Lots of searching for my keys or reading glasses or wondering what I am about. Starts and stops. My grandson was intrigued by my expression of “losing my mind”. What does that mean, he asked. Fortunately, he has an incredible memory and can fill in my blanks as my mind is more and more untethered from linear thinking or patterns.

Pop of color amongst the dried grasses.

Pop of color amongst the dried grasses.

The waves of energy are more subtle these days. I find myself feeling quiet, removed yet not the void sensation. No highs, no lows. More muted, but full. Appreciating all about me with so much love. Desiring simplicity, moving in sync with the energies. Days of physical activity and days of dropping down deep in the lulls. Nights like this of wakefulness, naps that overtake me, hours of couch time, staring out at the trees or glued to netflix movies. Something deep within stirring causing a knowing that the half life I have existed in for so long, is coming to an end. I sense vitality, adventure, and enthusiasm beckoning. I have moments of tasting this….there were moments today. Other times, it all feels distant. I know that I am ready. I have been for quite awhile. Whatever is to come, I open to it. Savoring the sweetness of all that is. And it is good.


The Great Untethering

Beauty hiding in plain sight. My grandson noticed this butterfly.

Beauty hiding in plain sight. My grandson noticed this butterfly.

Yesterday was a day of silence for me. Nature mimicked my state with no breeze, no excessive heat, rather a deep stillness all about. A day of drifting with my mind floating free, my heart singing softly to itself. I felt untethered. Two of my children called to check in. One soaring in these energies and discovering her joy, the other struggling yet in greater acceptance of his life as it presents at the moment. Both of them were experiencing a new willingness to let go on every level, despite the heartache involved.

My heart drank this in and radiated it out to the collective. All is well. All will be well. Everyone is making their choices as to what their future will be. Some have yet to come to the gateway where all burdens are to be deposited before entry. Some have arrived only to turn aside for what appears to be an easier path. Our wondrous bodies are working overtime to assimilate these new energies of love flowing in. For many, this translates into strange symptoms which have the medical system scratching its head. For others, their relationships are strained to the breaking point. For many it is their livelihood or their homes that are threatened. Wherever we need to untether, whatever means can be used, our higher selves will make use of it to bring us to center, to pull our attention to the way we are living.

Our time at the beach, grandson delighting being in the midst of all the seagulls.

Our time at the beach, grandson delighting being in the midst of all the seagulls.

We are all being untethered. There is a wave of change that is sweeping across the land. We are moving closer to our centers, to that zero point of being ness that opens us to all possibilities. Timelines collapsing, switching right and left as we make our choice moment by moment to move into Oneness, unity, harmony. It is almost unbelievable that we are here! I have waited my whole life and many lifetimes prior for this moment. To live the truth of who we are and begin to access our creator abilities to craft a life of wholeness.

Someone shared messages of love with all on the path.

Someone shared messages of love with all on the path.

In the day to day, it can feel exhausting, repetitive, achy, anxiety filled, depressing, overwhelming and so much more. We each walk it in our own unique way. Yet, walk it we do. It is happening. We are moving into a new age of love. We are creating peace on earth. We have finally understood that it is all an inside job! There is nothing nor anyone who can hold it back when we create peace within our own hearts. When our heart field is neutral, all the drama dies down, the volume is turned down and we are able to hear the rhythm of our own heartbeat. We then are able to turn our heartlights on to high beam! Our heart field flourishes with all manner of beauty. Oh! To see and know our own beauty and to recognize it in another. Joy!

Now a day with my three year old grandson awaits. The quiet of yesterday replaced with giggles and play. This is the flow. How grateful I am to flow in this stream of love light!

Nights of Little Sleep as the Energies Flow

Red poppies and a white picket fence....joyful combo.

Red poppies and a white picket fence….joyful combo.

Yesterday was the new moon and the energies ran through me like a waterfall. Days like that mean chugging water and peeing dozens of time. Awake till the wee hours….the mind asking what is the cause. The body simply being in that suspended awake state which has no antidote. I realized that I still revert to the “what have I done wrong?” train of thought. It was eye opening to me how programmed we are to look first and foremost to ourselves to assign blame. I went through a list….last meal at 5 pm so not that; no chocolate that day so not that; no caffeine that day either so not that; long walk and back exercises done so not that… Ok, I was simply awake through no particular reason that I could pinpoint. It was the energy flowing in and that was it.

Love reflected all around us.

Love reflected all around us.

I was grateful for this night’s example as it allowed me to let myself completely off the hook no matter if I had eaten chocolate or toast at midnight or laid on the couch all day. None of it makes a difference when I am kept awake. It simply is. Ah….I thought I was past the blame self game yet there it was in all of its stern mind loops.

I have days when it is easy to do my intermittent fasting, eat loads of greens, exercise followed by days where none of that is reachable. I am simply carried on a current that allows no structure of my mind to exist. Willpower, which used to be my tool to get through my days, gritted teeth and all, fled a decade or so ago. The best of me drives the show in this body and my only job is to trust it. Trust so completely in the unfolding of life around me. Embrace it all with an open heart and a backseat view. Knowing deep in my heart, that I am so loved by me, so cherished for the love light that I am, that everything conspires to move me closer to that flame of love.

There is a huge wave of awakening sweeping the planet. So many are facing health crisis, relationship crisis, crippling depression and anxiety. The light forces the shadow out to be seen and felt. Our bodies are showing us lifetimes of pain and suffering. It is such a trust walk in the world today. To allow all to surface and to welcome it all. The good, bad and ugly are all there to be seen, to be felt, to be experienced and to be let go. Surrender and trust the bywords for this time. 

My grandson's carrot friend that he added clove eyes too.

My grandson’s carrot friend that he added clove eyes too.

The flip side is the amazing joy and sense of excitement that you can feel rising from our mother earth. Oh! It can be giddy to feel it swirling about you. Dancing joy! I am so fortunate to have time with my three year old grandson most days. He expresses these energies so purely, it is humbling to witness. Yesterday as we sat by the pool eating our snacks he said, ” Nana, we have a good life!” Yes, we do. He named the birds singing in the yard, our gorgeous garden giving us big juicy strawberries and salad greens and beets and carrots and all kinds of flowers and herbs. The crystal clear salt water pool, his swing in the tree, the hot tub for cool evening soaks, his bike to race around…so much abundance. He dances about singing, “I am happy! I am so happy!”

The bees love to dive in to our saucer sized purple poppies.

The bees love to dive in to our saucer sized purple poppies.

He shows me a new way of thinking that is beyond duality. He expresses appreciation for all things. I was pushing him on the swing and he thanked me along with the tree with its strong branch to support the swing, his grandpa for putting it up, his mom for buying it for him. He sees the interconnectedness of all things. When he saw his grandpa set a rat trap in the shed that caught and killed a rat, he played that he was a rat for a time afterwards. He gives the rat new ways to escape, offers alternative endings and got books out of the library to understand rats and their place in the world. He loves them as well as understands that everything has a place to be.  He expresses his sadness with quick tears  and finding a lap for comfort. Tears and laughter flow with equal ease…all part of the whole of this journey.

We are moving into something so expansive and new, it feels like champagne bubbles in my cells. Other times, there is only the flatness of a day old bottle with its fizz gone. Yet the memory of the bubbly feeling does not depart. We are so ready to live it all, to embrace new ways of connecting and sharing. I am so grateful to be here right now and have a seat at this grand turning of the age. How blessed we are.

All Warriors of the Heart Called Up


Some animal scat formed into a heart…Illustrating that everything can be returned to love!

Wow, here we are in 2019! This year has opened with a fatigue that flattened me. The energies streaming in have shut down my mind in a new way. We are being recalibrated, upgraded, rejuvenated. I know….it feels like anything but that. Yet my heart holds the knowing in a flame of trust that burns ever bright.

My mind will not process much beyond this moment. If two things, or more, present themselves, my mind turns into a fuzzy screen, like a tv not yet tuned into a channel. All I can do then, is breathe and stay present where I am. Those around me, have to adjust to the fact that I cannot even reach from morning to afternoon, no less plans for the next day!  I trust my higher self to register all and alert me when needed. I have done this for years now and it has worked well for me. She keeps dates and notices for me and pings me with an alert at the right time. Thank goodness!

The other thing that is so prevalent during these end times, is the feeling of being beyond tired of the antics playing out around us. A desire to smote individuals, organizations, governments, structures rises up with a fierceness. I allow that energy to burn through me with its wild destructiveness, and then turn to another flame.  The knowingness is there that recognizes this is the old way of the warriors we have been for eons of time. We have played this out, over and over on this earth. Fighting fire with fire only ends up with everything burnt to the ground.


Seeing the beauty beyond the shadows.

It is now, the time of the warrior of the heart. This requires that breath, dropping deep in my heart’s core. This is where love resides and burns so bright. This is the flame that we reach for in these now times. The flame of love that quenches all in its path. I drink of it and know that I am a pillar of love on this planet. This is the time that I came for. We are here to hold the torch of lovelight so bright that all comes into the harmony and union which is truth.

A friend had a wonderful example of this play out. She was sitting in a healing circle, receiving energy from another. She saw a dark hooded being standing in the center of the circle. She did not feel fear, instead, she tipped her hands up and allowed the healing lovelight to flow to this being. She saw the dark cape crumble from the figure. He stood there in a gown of light. He then turned from her and stepped back until he was sitting on her lap. She allowed this. He then merged with her and shot out through her crown in a blaze of light. She knew that he represented an aspect of herself, coming home into the truth of love. We have all played the dark roles, worn the black hooded cape of separation. It is time to bring it all home.

This is playing out on a global scale. Our energies are working overtime to flow the lovelight to all of humanity and the earth, herself. We are charged with remembering that this is who we are and why we came. We are the warriors of the heart. We have all the tools that we need, in that inner flame. Our humanness may instinctively respond with the raised sword and desire to smote all opposing energies yet our true I AM presence, knows that that time has passed. We are in anchoring in a new age, the Golden Age of Peace, long prophesied. We know the truth of Oneness and walk it, with all that we are.

We come in all guises. Some little beings my grandson and I created.

We come in all guises. Some little beings my grandson and I created.

It takes huge amounts of energy. I see myself like a battery, filled with lovelight that can suddenly be drained when the need arises for an infusion in the field. I honor my body, who so graciously accommodates these surges and gives her all. I support myself with time alone, time resting and drifting as the battery recharges. Nature helps, my three year old grandson’s playfulness helps, connecting to other lovelight pillars helps. It is time to stand fully in our hearts and allow all to return to the truth of love. I love and honor each of you so.


Choice Points: Facing Fears to Embrace the New

These clouds made me dizzy as they kept vibrating.

These clouds made me dizzy as they kept vibrating.

I am witnessing many coming to clarity as they face their fears and step out of situations that are no longer tenable for them. It is so exciting to witness! I see how new pathways open as the clarity comes in and the courage to face what is presenting as possible, flows in. There are paths of further hardship and suffering…filled with guilt, shame and care taking roles. Right alongside, are pathways of freedom and ease and joy presenting. Fears arise as to the possibility of the suffering continuing or even getting worse.

Hearts appearing everywhere. We are so loved.

Hearts appearing everywhere. We are so loved.

Yet, if the individual can gather their strength, vision and inner knowing of the path that matches their heart’s desire, a doorway will open that leads to it. There is much noise and confusion, distractions and weight placed around the situations, often obscuring the truth underneath. It takes vision to see one’s own path, clear of the entanglements of others and their needs. Many wish for us to stay small and controllable. Our families are often now thrilled when we begin to speak truth, to stand up for what we know in our hearts is a better way. When consciousness is brought in, it can be too bright a light for the shadow aspects of ourselves. We have to be willing to do the work, to face it all and love it all back to truth.

I am flooding my lovelight out to the field, as encouragement for each one to take that bold step, to leap into the unknown, trusting that they will be met. That life is full of so much richness and opportunities for happiness.

The last of the summer garden blooming.

The last of the summer garden blooming.

This is a critical choice point as the earth is making her move. She desires expansion and ascension. We are privileged to ride along with her but our paths are honored, whatever choice we make. It amazes me how starkly the choices are being presented at this time. It is as if they are illuminated by a spot light. Transformations are available in record time. Nothing remains stagnant. It all moves forward now.

We will witness many moving locations, jobs, relationships that have become too confining. Many carrying the old frequencies will depart to make way for this next wave of love beings that are arriving to help us all over this last hurdle before full ascension. There is a whole group of beings of my generation who have completed their mission. We are given the choice to leave with acknowledgement of a job well done or stay to witness the birth of the new.

Last bouquet of sunflowers from the garden.

Last bouquet of sunflowers from the garden.

All choices are honored. We keep in mind that each one’s path is holy and trust their walking of it. Whether it looks like an evolutionary walk or not, each is guided by their I AM presence to experience what they will. There are no wrong pathways, some simply offer more of a shortcut to our own truth. Yet at times, we are not interested in a shortcut, but desire the fullness of an experience before choosing another.

We now are switching from hardship and suffering, letting go of the erroneous notion of its nobility. Grace and ease, joy and harmony are pathways opening wide for all to enter now. These frequencies have landed, the grids are alive with this knowing. Our hearts are on fire with the lovelight that streams in so steadily.

Wishing clarity and courage to all as we make this leap. We signed up for this. We were chosen to be here as we had the “right stuff”. Trust in this and move through the last fears, knowing there is nothing that can stand against the heat of our love.


Living in the New With the Little Ones

The incredible colors of the waters of Lake Tahoe. My grandson kept marveling at the beauty.

The incredible colors of the waters of Lake Tahoe. My grandson kept marveling at the beauty.

It seems that more and more of the time, I am floating. I drop into the bubble of love with my three year old grandson and time and all else disappears. I have the luxury of my alone space provided by a dear friend in the form of a cottage as well as the love pod space at my former home with my dear former hubby, my daughter and my grandson. There is such respect, harmony and peace amongst us, days flow by with barely a ripple. We all enter into the world of the little one whose imagination never stops. We enjoy the beauty of the garden, harvesting the last of the summer produce. We work on projects about the house, finishing up a kitchen remodel from months ago. The little one loves to put on his ear protectors and safety googles and help his grandpa in whatever he is about for the day. He is great at handing over tools, knowing the names and uses for each and delights in his time using the tools under watchful eyes. He is amazingly skillful. He reminds us that there is no need for “toy tools” as he can use many of the real ones safely.

These little ones are showing us a new world. He and his grandpa were working on a project of replacing the staves on a wheelbarrow. After working for an hour or so, he said, “Let’s sit and be still.” They took a break, sitting and listening to the wind rustle the leaves, the wind chimes tolling their notes, the birds singing along. Grandpa felt the grace of the moments. The pause that allows the heart to swell and fill.

My grandson likes to leave flowers for Kuan Yin and Buddha. This day he threaded a necklace of marigolds for his friend to wear.

My grandson likes to leave flowers for Kuan Yin and Buddha. This day he threaded a necklace of marigolds for his friend to wear.

This dear heart is so active, can keep an imaginary world going for hours as he races here and there. Yet, he can drop into stillness in a moment, nuzzle your face, breathe with you, forehead to forehead. He can give vent to a torrent of tears and then jump for joy. He acts out his feelings quickly and completely. Emptying fears and frustrations through his whole body, and returning to his balanced set point of curiosity and fun. Love is his signature.

Our generation came in to pave pathways through density, we intended to clear our lineages, to allow the family patterns and storylines to be rewritten. Our children lived through our unconsciousness but did not experience the heavy violence and darkness that formed our worlds. They were free to ask questions, to push back and chart a new course.  We came from a generation where children did not voice their opinion.

Now this generation of love beings has arrived. They have not come to experience trauma. They are not wired for confrontation or conflict. They came to embody and emanate love to raise the whole of this planet. It is such a blessing to be with them. Many of them recognize the sages of old, Buddha, Kuan Yin, Mother Mary, Jesus. My grandson used to say, “Bubba, there is Bubba” before he could pronounce d’s. I see my little grand nephews doing the same.

Hearts showing the water droplets on the tile floor as I stepped out of the shower.

Hearts showing up…here the water droplets on the tile floor as I stepped out of the shower.

They are more sensitive, many requiring new ways of parenting. They demand more presence on the part of their caregivers. My daughter has found wonderful resources; Janet Lansbury with her practical suggestions on parenting, and Shefali Tsabary with her Conscious Parenting books and so many others. The internet is a wonderful tool that offers so much support to young parents. A different world from me at the local library looking up in the card catalog searching for anything on conscious parenting.

There are more angels coming in and they will need the support of all of us. I see many conscious grandmothers (and some grandfathers) assisting in anchoring and supporting the truth of love that these children bring. May we assist in co-creating a world of harmony, peace, abundance and joy with these dear hearts. I am so grateful that they have come!


The Frequency of Divine Love Anchors This Day

On tribal land 10-10-2010

On tribal land 10-10-2010

In the dawn light, I awoke from a powerful dream. I was with Joseph, a Native American man that I had a profound relationship with eight years ago. We had been called together and spent a few weeks in the woods of Iowa, sharing lifetimes of memories and love. We were called to anchor divine love on 10-10-2010 on a Lakota reservation in South Dakota. It was the wedding day of a chief and his bride. It was a celebration of such love and joy. The next day, all that was not love rose up in Joseph as his dark shadow self. We returned to Iowa and he told me that I must leave or he might harm me. My higher self concurred and I departed in a storm of tears. It was an intense shattering of my heart. I had never experienced anything like our union and could not make sense of it ending. It took so long to recover from as I could not find any understanding.

Two years later, on the Venus transit of 2012, I was to meet Joseph once again with the instruction to anchor divine love on Mount Shasta. I had had no contact with him except one phone call in 2011 to release myself from our blood covenant that we had made in the hollow of a huge redwood tree in 2010. I had heard through the Chief that Joseph was now living with another woman. I felt such betrayal as I was at that time, still holding an open door for him to return to our union and commitment. I wanted to formally release myself from that bond in an honorable way. He responded with a death energy directed my way that made me very ill and filled with a desire to go into the desert and die. Fortunately a sister who knew me well, was able to trace the energy to him and to counter it within my being, freeing me from its intent.

IMG_1191We did indeed, meet on the Venus transit and there was a flood of tears and apologies for the energy he had sent to me. He said that he was not as strong as I, and could not live without human companionship. He was afraid of what we were asked to do, but finally, with help from others, he was able to offer me his heart in trust, knowing I would not harm him. A simple look, a gesture at the time and it was anchored and done. We parted with a child like kiss on the lips. The love anchored was like a nuclear explosion. I had been shown I might not survive it. Yet we both did and once again, parted.

Now, all these years later, he shows up in my dream. We are at his place in the woods. There are two other women with him. One is intent on having a baby with him, the other has some need of him which I did not discern. He and I were telepathic. The women were upset that I was there, though one assisted in the healing of a toe that is inflamed in this present time. I thanked her and she asked me what I was there for. I smiled and said, “to bring in the frequency of divine love.”

IMG_0158Joseph came to me, I was on a swing on his porch. We walked up a hill together and sat and watched the sun. (A memory came after the dream of us sitting like this, facing the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. He had asked, “What are we to one another?” The sun had shot two rays into his palm. Chief had told us we were twin rays….that had been Joseph’s confirmation.)

In the dream we now sat immersed in a field of divine love. It was so freeing, so expansive, It made me laugh to think of the other two women and their need of him. I saw that love held no need, no conditions. It was a field of freedom and joy. We laughed as we saw how we had needed something from one another all those years ago. We had been blinded, able to only see through a conditioned lens as to how a relationship would play out. We thought through labels to identity this love. This is beyond twin flames or rays or any labels. This is a love that we can tap into with anything on this earth. Imagine walking and exchanging love with the trees, the water, the ground! All in love and harmony, singing our notes of joy.

I was shown that I was now anchoring this love, this frequency on the planet for all to access. I saw today, October 1st, as a gateway into the new land. All will be made new. I understood the irritation, the fatigue, the weight of the last week, all that had arisen to be cleared. We were dumping the last of our baggage, finally claiming ourselves as sovereign beings. I had been toiling at my former house, assisting my former hubby and daughter with yard and house repair and clean up. In the late afternoon, I had taken a moment by the pool to sit with my feet in the water and the sun on my face. I felt a wave of peace flow through. I heard that we would not work this way again. The hardship, the toil and sweat required to exist here on earth, would no longer be necessary. I saw how we would create with our intention and heart flame, form following and remaining while our loving attention was on it. Form dissolving once that attention was removed. Manifesting and disintegrating, a cycle with no end. We would no longer need to spend our energy to keep form from its demise. Oh, how we have labored on this earth!

This dragon breathing sunlight showed up on my drive back from the grinding rocks.

This dragon breathing sunlight showed up on my drive back from the grinding rocks.

Freedom is here. Love that dances and moves and holds us in its heart. Love free from demands or constraints of any kind. I am so grateful for all that brought me to this moment. Yesterday it was the call of two guardians who had come through the week before to a dear heart and me while doing a stargate card reading. These two guardians called us to a place on the river, where the Native Americans of this region had ground their acorns into flour. It was a large grinding rock, slanted and partially submerged in the river. We felt all the women who had gathered in this spot over decades. The guardians came in and revealed themselves as aspects of ourselves. I felt myself attune my antenna to their new and slightly uncomfortable frequency. We were guided to put our feet in the water and to anoint one another in certain ways. We were telepathic during this time, all flowing from their guidance into our being as they stepped fully into our physical vehicles. Again, I heard that we were being prepared to hold higher frequencies. We were rewired. I awoke from my dream with soreness in my neck and upper back where they worked on us. I saw the seamless way the past weeks had played out to enable me to have this dream and allow the divine love to fill my body.

I saw myself anchoring it and sending it out on the grid lines. All the elementals were assisting to put it into the physical atmosphere. Ah…..I had previously told friends and family that today I needed a day to myself. Now I see why. It is a day to honor myself and all beings. To rest and allow the further integration. To fully feel the joy of this frequency being available to the collective. Not all will choose it, but it is freely given to all from the Creator. We are so gifted and blessed.

Hearts of love show up for me most days, this one a coffee stain on the counter.

Hearts of love show up for me most days, this one a coffee stain on the counter.

I know that a partner is coming to me in the physical, to further anchor this divine love. My body is preparing as is my heart. I send such love to Joseph for his continuing part in my story of love. I honor all that he was able to do with me and appreciate that in our higher aspects, we saw our love come to such fruition as to play out the balance of the male and female in the dreamtime. That familiar landscape from which he channeled his poetry, in this incarnation as a bard. A role he reprised lifetime after lifetime. What joy we shared together in the dream!

Oh, the tapestry of our lives, the weaving of our light, the orchestration that we set in place to bring us all home. I am full. So full of divine love this day. May it shower all of us with its gentleness and truth.