De Change Be A Happening!

Great Salt Flats of Utah, wild place.

Great Salt Flats of Utah, wild place.

Oh yeah, we are in the swirling energies! Whew! Emotions are running amok as folks release the old pains, sorrows, hurts. Nothing of the old energies can move through the portal that stands before us. Thank you, Creator! Why would we want to hold on to any of that old energy?

I am back in California. I was hit with a wave of old family issues the second that I walked in the door. I journeyed down that rabbit hole for a ways before catching myself in wonder. Drama? Does not feel good. I used to live in that world of trying to control events, people, life. I gave it up long ago when I invited my higher aspects to run the show from their broader perspective. Much was released for all parties involved in a relatively short time…..nice to acknowledge the growth we have all made. The biggest lesson was to follow your own joy. To speak and act your truth and let go of trying to protect another’s feelings or influence them in any way. We were taught to act in ways to make someone else comfortable or manipulate them so as to make ourselves comfortable. As if we can truly know what does or does not make another, comfortable. As if we can control what comes into another’s life in any way. As if we know what is good for them or not. It was never our job. Our job is to be the best version of ourselves that we can be in any moment. As we are true to ourselves, we allow others freedom to be in their truth. We are all creating our world. If I create discord…..which I did indeed bring roaring into my world, it is a gift I brought to myself. It is my job to see the blessing it offers, no one else’s. If someone chooses to see me in a certain way, that is none of my business. It is how I choose to see myself and love myself that matters.

So much beauty abounds!

So much beauty abounds!

Everything is here to assist us to the next level of our beingness. All of it a gift arranged by our higher selves and this infinitely loving universe. And everything is going to turn out alright! It is all good. All truly is well. I know this despite seeing some of the changes that are in store for our earth. I look at these visions, which might have induced fear in former times, but which now bring a deep excitement. I know that it is all part of a purposeful plan that allows us to shift into this golden age of peace we have yearned for since forever. I know that I am always in my perfect place in the perfect time. I know this for all others, there is no need to worry. There is only the love light surrounding us all.

imageI tune in, act on guidance received, show up where I am called and love it all. It is so simple. No need to understand with our minds, only to allow our hearts to soar free. We have come full circle, all of the intellectual striving, spiritual seeking, emotional cleansing leading us to this now. No more to fix, to research, to understand. We are free to breathe deep into our own knowingness. To trust in the benevolence of one another’s hearts. To imagine a life unfettered as we have come to know that joy comes from the most simple pleasures.

Salta bath for my feet!

Salt bath for my feet!

I am so grateful for the past couple of days of sinking in to the quiet and peace of a space by myself. Gratitude to the friends who offered me this respite. I have watched movies, eaten ice cream and pizza, not showered nor dressed, took long naps, sat and watched the sunset…rested. Indulged my body in every way, letting go. No exercise, not much communication except with a few who lift me or I had information for. Time out, so needed, so appreciated.

How my poached egg arrived at a greasy spoon diner...the love is everywhere shouting out, " you are loved! "

How my poached egg arrived at a greasy spoon diner…the love is everywhere shouting out, ” you are loved! ”

Today I am off to co-create with other dear hearts. Repacking for another stint of camping before assuming mama duties that I am choosing with such joy. I will have the last opportunity to mother my daughter, before she herself becomes a mother. She was an independent child, pushed away from the cuddling and nurturing, wanting to do everything herself. Now, I will give her all the caring that she will allow before she steps into that role for her child. I feel the wonder of this cycle and intend to savor every step.

My heart sings out the refrain, I am blessed, I am blessed. A cool breeze blowing…and I am flowing in its arms.


Musings From the Windowseat

imageAwoke to a pink dawn painted across the sky. Showered early as the farmhouse inn where I am staying is full. Three rooms share the bath so I decided to beat the morning rush. I have been rewarded with hot coffee, a cosy window seat and the birds’ chorus as I wrapped the cool mist of morning about me. No one about, the young woman who made the coffee, off for a walk with the farmhouse dog, leaving me to this stillness. Peace.

Creek that waters the gardens.

Creek that waters the gardens.

My youngest son lives and loves in this small town nestled in the mountains of Colorado. My friend and I have been staying in this farmhouse inn where his love works. A big garden provides much of the food for breakfast and dinners, the rest being locally sourced. His love runs the CSA program, picking up produce from local farms, packaging it into 65 boxes which she then delivers to families in the area. She creates a newsletter with recipes highlighting the week’s produce. A wonderful system that connects folks to the fruit of the land in their area. So many earnest, inspired and inspiring young folks abound! There are many here focused on new ways of working, playing, being. Creativity abounds. One friend is setting up an old time, speakeasy salon with secret passwords and live jazz. My son has organized open mike poetry and comedy nights, they put on plays, organize board game evenings, barter services…drawing lessons in exchange for piano lessons, banana bread for mechanic assistance, gardening for dinners out. There is a sense of community that enlivens the air.

imageI feel nostalgic for my grandmother’s house which had much of this feel though it was even more beautiful. This house was ordered in 1906 from the Sears Roebuck catalog! Can you imagine? I remember paging through the Sears catalog as a kid for our Christmas wishes as most of our clothes and presents came from it. But a house! What a different world. The Internet has brought the world to our fingertips, we can order things from anywhere in the world with a tap of our fingers. We can connect with folks halfway around the world as if they were sitting right next to you. With all that expansion, we are coming back around to a smaller environment to fill our need for daily physical communion with others. The love pods are forming. I am delighting in this glimpse into what that may feel like. My son and his friends express their love for one another, openly and physically, with hugs and words. They support one another to be who they truly are, delighting in each one’s gifts.


A willow sculpture by one of my son’s friends.

We live in a world emerging into oneness. It happens as each of us recognize our own beauty and express gratitude for the beauty shining through each heart we meet. The young woman who made the morning coffee is back from her walk with the dog to begin making breakfast for us all. She exclaimed over the beauty of the sunrise and her gratitude that she was present for it and the sunset each day. Last night, there was a rainbow lighting up the storm drenched sky. Her grateful heart fuels more beauty, her sharing, opened my heart more fully to the wonder in the quiet of the morning. My heart is so alive these days, pulsing on the verge of tears with the beauty that abounds. How I love this planet of ours!

Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons Lighting Up

Thunder storms moving in across the Tetons.

Thunder storms moving in across the Tetons.

The Fourth of July in Yellowstone was a target given in a vision. A friend traveled with me to weave the light in this hot spot of the planet. I was shown that I would be completing the weaving that I had worked on the past two summers in this area. As we entered the park, a torrent of sobs poured forth from a deep part of my being. This was followed by miles and miles of chants, Native American in sound. I knew not the words or meanings, knowing only to open my throat to their utterance. A black crystal in Australia called Redman’s release was brought to our attention to connect with. My friend brought a black crystal with her…her Blackfoot ancestry along with all Native nations journeyed with us, there was a huge layer of old pain, anger, betrayal, despair awaiting release. I awoke from dreams where I was working with a friend who is a chief in the Lakota nation. we were pulling the density out of the earth with song and dance and drums.

imageDuring these days, it took all we had to sustain ourselves. I had to laugh as I would guzzle a jug of water, rush to pee, shake as I found food, be pulled under the earth in a drugged sleep. I recalled the first winter when I had three children, a two year old, a one year old and the baby. I would get everyone dressed in their snow suits, mittens, hats, scarves, boots only to hear, ” I have to go to the bathroom, Mommy.” Undress, begin again to find the baby needed a diaper change…finish that, then one needed a drink, bathroom, get the picture. A twenty minute outing in the frigid temperatures could consume hours of the day. That is how I felt. Every time I wanted to simply sit with a book or to view the mountains, my body would require some tending. Whew…numbing fatigue to wade through. I found myself crabby, short tempered. I was in and out so frequently, each return to the surface found words inaccessible, responding to questions near impossible. My only desire to commune with the elemental world of nature.

imageI found myself under the earth, working with the molten mantle, the steam vents, the crust. I was given signs of encouragement. Twice I went into a bathroom to find a single piece of toilet paper on the floor in the shape of a heart. Really? Yes. Heart rocks under my feet, a double rainbow in the sky after a downpour. A hawk flying in spirals through the rainbow, flashing his white underbelly and gorgeous wings in a salute of love. We were blessed by a buffalo walking calmly towards us on a single lane road we took to view a waterfall. He walked right up to us, we pulled the car to the side of the road, he brushed the car as he passed, giving us a shock as his huge head was upon us! We saw a golden grizzly eating bugs from a rotting log, a black bear ambling past our campsite, elk with huge racks of antlers gazing calmly, birds waking me with a cacophony of sound each dawn. Everything alive and adding to this shift that we are in. The mountains, the geysers, the mud pots bubbling like a witch’s brew, sulfur filling our nostrils…senses filled to the brim.

imageThunder and lightening storms have filled our nights. We were pushed to the edge with camping neighbors arguing in some language in the middle of the night. It went on for hours until 4 a.m. found us packing up our tents in the drizzling dark to move on. Another day we arrived back at our campsite exhausted to find an ambulance running its diesel engine as the paramedics tended to a women in the neighboring campsite. Our days filled with challenges as well as joys.

Lightening hitting the ground and moving up through our bodies, lighting them up. Our spines the mountain range, being cleansed by the thundering storms. I saw the way we release the infection from a wound, cleanse it with stinging peroxide and then sew it up to heal. The relief as we move into the sewing up stage! I feel that this morning as I love to weave, my body rejoicing in arriving at this point.

imageI have stood on the cliff by our campsite singing the sun down in some ancient tongue that flowed, watched dawn streak the sky in mists and soft pastels. This has been a mythic journey. I am reading a series of fairy stories of challenges and journeys that are mirrored in this realm. We walk in so many worlds, each connected in the oneness. My heart is full of gratitude for all who respond to the call to play their part in this unfolding drama as we birth the new earth. Everything in nature conspires to assist us as does the universe and all aspects of ourselves, past and future. We are witnessing the turning of an age. I know the blessing to have a body, to be present to the wonder. We are blessed. We are loved.