~ from cats, dogs and nature to the flowering of body, mind and spirit ~

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


1 car
2 dogs
5 cats
2800 miles

Moving! Or I should say ... moved!
From Maine to Arizona.
Much to do as we settle into our new home.
I am good, the 'kitsnk9s' are good, and the opportunities for growth are endless!
More later, and I hope to get over to your blogs soon!
Much love to you all!

Thursday, June 2, 2011


Trace the lines of Her face,
veins of blood and spirit,
silver and roots,
deep within and upon the surface.
Each one a reflection as I sense my own
dips and valleys, 
mountains and hills, 
marked by time,
distended or sunken.
Age has brought Her vividly apparent and 
like a blind woman my fingertips follow Her story, 
shadows of Braille guiding me down each path of exploration. 
Feel Her roots traveling the earth, 
winding along and being diverted or pushing through, 
gnarly and rough or smooth as the green switch of divination 
that leads inward springing up fine hairs that sense every nuance, 
every pocket of air, 
every mote of dust or beam of light 
that gleams through the breaks in the full canopy of leaves overhead.
Her veins giving life and experiencing decay 
as we transform the past into rebirth, 
rising tall and strong in Self.
An energy trail that calls to each of us, 
inviting like the bubbling springs, 
the tendrils of vines are drawn to twine around 
seeking Her Source of love and fulfillment. 
Brightness shines through the veins 
illuminating the Present 
and palms tingle with Her beauty, 
stretching out, opening, flowering. 
Patterns are created and create
lines on the surface 
that share a story of courage or defeat, 
tales of fear and love.
A deep vertical line clearly depicts 
the effects of anger and disregard for the sacred Beingness 
that one tries to change or use, 
deep as the grand canyon, 
yet it can be filled with the flowing rivers of love and healing, 
the cool rich nourishment softening and smoothing, 
allowing heat to fall into a simmer, 
a gentle glow of acceptance, 
even becoming an embrace of love pure and simple, 
true to Unity. 
As the veins flow, 
tracing the lines we step between 
faded patches of grass too frail to survive 
or pause in awe of the verdant moss 
plush and vibrant within Her dark and cool tapestry 
woven many times with threads that become stronger, 
not weaker, 
with weathering and wisdom. 
A line leads up to the entrances 
... enter into trance ... 
which one is calling now? 
Do I step into the forest 
or onto the beach 
or raise my arms for the hawk to swoop in and 
carry me far away to the unknown 
beyond the little valley of shimmering ores I've mined for years, 
growing yet safe, 
having set up my own timbers of support 
within the shiny cool mine where 
treasures lay waiting for all who see their potential. 
But what of those gems not yet unearthed, 
the rich veins criss-crossed by ancient roots 
that prickle and engender courage in those who take up the call.
Where from here? 
Follow the lines, 
allow Her graceful wrinkles of wisdom 
to lead the way ever deeper, 
farther yet closer ... to center ... to Self.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


when She touches me I am Bliss
feeling Her love, soft touch, Her kiss
carries me away into this day
of incredible journey I cannot miss
joy to Gaia in all Her forms
sparkling bright Her inner light warms
sharing all Love from below and above
embracing and enveloped within Her arms
silently sitting upon Her breast I am calmed, 
without anxiety or fear 
as I feel Her near
and Peace descends within Her soft palm

Erratic start to this day in carrying and supporting another in need, sheltering and nourishing, brushing hand upon brow, weaving soft gossamer wings of love for him to put in his pocket and touch when stress reaches out and tugs upon his forelock as he runs his race of duty and obligation. Like a strongly muscled steed with steady gait who can gallop for miles, not a sprinter, this one, but in it for the long haul, drafting, plowing, passionate in purpose and steady in devotion, through all the weather he tills the fields and keeps his harness supple with the oil of his sweat. Gentle in nature, protective in function, kind in demeanor, strong in presence, my love, my partner. And I provide a balance of encouragement when he becomes weary, as She does for me when the birds sing and butterflies soar and dogs give kisses, soft in love, filed with compassion for the work undertaken is beautiful  as we join hands in Her world, walking together, thanking Her, grateful in Being.

Flowing words like the images of We'Moon that could easily form the foundation of portals for a new journey of contemplative writing, inspiring exploration and provoking thoughts and deeply moving, created by the diversity of women who travel together within the pages of a book, we who read and we who contribute, we share our souls within and spirits transcend into its wisdom that is spread across the globe...Her globe of green and blue that throbs and pulses with the inner glow of all hearts beating as One. Through the pages are all ages of women who are strong, sensitive, damaged and healing as the tendrils of compassion from around the world wind their way into our hearts joining and empowering. 

We are the keepers of Spirit and Hearth, for we are the embodied lives of Gaia in her fullness of creation. And so I support the doing by being and thus become before I act and bring focus to build the scaffolding that supports my partner and community of beings, we are a team, we are One with all others as we journey through what can be rainbow or thunderstorm that sometimes glow together in magnificence. What a work of art within the melding of lives when we pause to see and recognize Her everywhere in us and in others and in all that is. Amazing! 

I am humbled with this knowing 
that makes me both powerful 
nothing more than a puff of a seed floating in the breeze 
to somewhere unknown
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