a stream

a stream, a flow,

away we go,

destination nowhere ...

now. here.

another 'earlier' morning

with sunshine sky

while I listen to Kevin Kendle's

"Flowers" and "Butterflies"

lightly spattering the ether with pure tones

outside are lots and lots of tiny birds

racing around like mad

soaring and swooping and hopping

as they go from limb of tree to dry prickly blades of grass

and back again

over and over

a beautiful display of delight upon the air

the snow has almost disappeared

from the front yard abandoning its wintry grip

so very early this year

at least for now

in this moment

time has skipped a month or two ahead

and I can almost see

the energy

of new life peeking out preceding

the matter that will spread into the template

so quick are these tiny birds

wings impossible to see when they're in flight

but knowing they are there

supporting

do these little birds arrive before robins

I don't know

maybe

big yellow school bus

kids holler

dogs bark

boldly disrupting the

gentle quiet notes of flute

and light feathery flight of tiny winged beings

squeal of brakes

air compression

off to a new day of friends and learning

the excitement and drama

of youth

remember

I loved school

or I think I did

in hindsight

was that real or memory

I love it still

the learning

the acquiring of information

that turns into knowledge

when assimilated and

transforms into wisdom over time

with experience and

inner application of Truth

open welcoming of all that is

in me

I can see

wherein resides the peace

of wisdom

need to relax

open to the flow

as she washes over me in her

gentle waves of wisdom

carrying me

to where and how I can be in bliss and

be there wherever there is

to help

not rescue

help others who are also seeking

in return

learn and receive

support of Gaia in her many manifestations

I reach out

offer her support and healing

as we move together

since there is no separation

through this global shift

transformation

cycles of all life in all forms

are merely a reflection

rhythms of the pulse of our Universe

in its consciousness seeking and growing

we stand in our manifest form

upon her broad bosom where all nourishment springs forth

in love and support

yet we struggle

for what

why

how have we arrived

how do we leave

where do we all come together as a whole

in realization

we truly create

all that we and others and the world are

because of our unity and oneness

so we can wake up

to the beauty and magnificence

of our manifest experience in both its simplicity

and grandeur and miraculous

because it's all a miracle

every single nano-second

each moment

a precious gift

complete

perfect

unique

and it is exactly as we create it to be

as we have chosen to be

when we come birthing into this world

in all our forms

because I am not just this human

I am also

this cat

this dog

this bird

this tree

this rock crystal

salty and firey

and this table who came from a tree

who came from earth

where I have died

millions of times

to return my form

to become another

who next

He Who Comes In Peace ... has gone

Mo’s departure was sudden and entirely unexpected; the situation caught both Ron and I completely unprepared emotionally, and so has been particularly difficult. In addition, Mo has always been a lead character in our day-to-day lives; from the very beginning, he inserted himself into the very center of our home and hearts -- and settled in deeply.

I can scarcely grasp that he will no longer drape himself across my neck to sleep at night as he has for almost ten years; no more to follow me around, to jump on my lap when I sit down to read, to carry on long conversations with Ron or I, to be the first to the food dish, carry a toy to me while yowling loudly or snuggle with me whenever and wherever possible. He was mellow, friendly and seemed to rest in a deep faith that all would be well no matter what; in fact, he was so calm that we could run a vacuum right next to him and he would just watch, or when the dogs would hear a noise and go crazy with barking, again he simply observed while the rest of the cats scattered to hiding places. We called him Mo and a host of other nicknames, but his proper name was Imhotep - Egyptian for 'he-who-comes-in-peace'. And he lived that name.

I know that everything happens the way it does for a reason but I confess that I failed this particular lesson in 'loving detachment.' Without any mental or emotional preparation to losing Mo, I lost a bit of myself as well. And yet, I feel so honored and blessed that he came into my life, and I will treasure every moment we shared together, even as my heart aches with the absence of his physical form and voice. Mo was peace - a being who brought light, love and laughter into each and every moment of life.

Read more about our miraculous Imhotep ...

Adopted March 2000; Died March 2, 2010