Journey of Soul Inquiry

First, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who traveled with me on this Journey of Soul Inquiry. Your thoughtful comments, insights, and beautiful encouragement were truly a blessing.

I am pleased to announce that the entire 120 passages are now available either for free as a download, or to purchase as a printed book.

I trust that the messages and the impressions they create will touch you as they have me, bringing inspiration and insight, joy and healing reflection. May they open you, and those with whom you share them, to explore new ways of being and doing in the world, whether through your own process, or through the passages that were revealed to me.

Bright Blessings!

Resting as One

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I rest in Her and She in me.


Perfection is this last image waiting patiently as the final card in my Journey of Soul Inquiry.
For as I traveled, the One constant I knew was always a fresh connection with Her ... Earth Mother, She Who Birthed the Universe.
Gaia has been within always, yet allowing Her to flow through my writing without restrictive thought or mental construct has been a beautiful and empowering experience.
She has brought me home in ways I never imagined before and opened my eyes to vistas of Her glory merely glimpsed in the past.
I feel Her deeply, ever more deeply.
We are One in our energy as well as belief for this journey has opened my heart and soul to our inseparability of Earth and Divine--they are the same.


See how She shimmers within forest and field, how Her essence glimmers through the flowers she yields.
Many and varied are Her gifts through the land yet none are more precious than the touch of Her hand upon mine when we walk and Her voice in my ear when She sweetly talks through the wind and the wingeds with their songs that are heard for miles upon seconds that soar and carry our love to all who may yearn for more. 
Once in fear of the darkness unfolding yet now Her hand is the breath I am holding while hugging a tree and basking in sun or hearing the sea upon sands ... all are One.


I never imagined that I would feel Her presence to such a degree that now I could no more be alone than to be without form embracing our journey together in the material world of experience learning and laughing and loving.
Truly remarkable the path I have penned with these images as portals.
The cards had been here for years, they had called to me at different points when one would resonate but this was unlike all those moments before.
Gaia reached out, touched my heart with a light of such creative clarity that I did not question the beacon.
I heard Her voice and I simply responded, opening to Her guidance and whispers and love.
I offered myself as channel in these moments and felt tremendous peace or insight or remembrance.
There have been moments when the words that flowed were familiar ... and others when I finished writing surprised to see what symbols had been created that manifested as words reflecting images from an image.
Contemplative writing as process, guided by her infinite wisdom like a bud knowing which elements to draw within its roots in order to flower fully.
I am ever so humbled and grateful.


A journey written to explore, and to share in communion with those who already know Gaia in all Her sacred stillness and wild wonder, and perhaps to reach out to those who have not felt Her as Nature, who have not realized Her within Self in heartbeat and cells, who have not known the Divine in all aspects of life and form and function, flora and fauna. She is the mundane and the magical.
We are One.

I'm Just an Old Chunk of Coal

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Coal becomes diamond and reflects the light, enhancing, brightening.
Transformation of life and Self, I open to the wisdom that is abundant to a heart receptive.
See the beauty in the coal, cloaked and humble, taking its time in transformation as the world speeds by.
Sit in mind's eye--center.
Here a focus of light, a laser directed through multi-faceted experiences and planes of existence too numerous to name yet present and filled with purpose.
She brings me diamonds to sparkle and coal to warm the sparks asleep within, deep in the bowels of Self and earth, waiting, building, nourishing.
Rocks of Ages.
Infinity.
Solitaire of Oneness that fills our field with Light.
Accepting, I welcome Her.


Remarkable gifts that we harvest yet do not see or honor...
Thank you, Gaia, for within each part is the whole of you and us and all life.
In the plainest soul lies the deepest secrets of a knowing born out of simplicity.
For two are One, the duality an illusion.
Coal is diamond and the non-sparkles are dull yet remove and release the toxins by absorbing them and transforming them rather than repelling.
The prisms of diamonds reflect in blue ice of magnificence bringing their unique gifts of transformation and clarity.
One is not more important or of more value than the other for they are One born of Her wisdom that we see when we open.
The beauty of the coal in Her obsidian skin that draws in the light to heal Her Self.
The beauty of the diamond in Her stardust mirrors that send the light to heal Her world.
Glimpse the wisdom in Her duality and go beyond the comparative illusory realm of dark and light, black and white, to see the future of our sacredness in all facets of life as One.


Blessed image as this particular journey slows.
A truthful reminder of all I have gleaned along the way through Her portals, each pebble and twig hold a message if I have ears to hear and eyes to see and bare an open heart.
A life of temptation to be ever-drawn to the spectacular, the grand, the twinkling effervescence of the false light of ego-attachments that are fine so long as I honor the True Light and embrace Her cave, the sleep, the darkness, the womb of simple solitude and its gifts of renewal that may come at a slower pace yet are not lost in the evanescence of illusion.
So eager to see the next moment sometimes, to find the excitement, when the peace of the present moment is here and now and is ultimately Her greatest gift.
"I'm just an old chunk of coal, but I'm gonna be a diamond some day..." can be deceiving--gaze deeper and honor the coal for the energy and unique cleansing it provides, for only then will the diamond form naturally flaws and all. 
Honor the common elements of our amazing, gorgeous universe for Her diamond is always here, there, waiting to shine once we embrace the coal.

A Star is Born

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A star glows with the light of all souls who travel and wander, seeking, living the experience of birth and death.
We are the light reflected, the stars that shine in the night, and She is the star within, the spark of eternal love.
Within our reach is everything for She withholds nothing.
Only our own constructed limitations hold us back from a journey of peace ... compassion guides our way and protects us from ourselves.
We form the stars with each pause and purpose in life; with each compassionate breath we take and give to another a star is born.
From within and without, She joins with us in singing the world into Being--our consciousness rises as One light and bursts into joyous fireworks spreading out across the universe.
Each precious bit of soil, each microbe, each crystalline structure is a star in its world, sharing and transforming and allowing energy to flow in a light beyond limitations.
Lights of a city, how bright and enticing, yet limit our vision of the universe and Her stars that are seen across the galaxy.
How do we see within and beyond the bright, busy lives we lead to know Her light in the world around us and inside of us?
How shall we grow the stars within to be alight unto our world ... to shine upon the path before us, illuminating our own journey and allowing others to glimmer as well?
A soul reaches out, fingertips extended, connecting the light as it flows and expands from one to another. 
Beautiful to feel the light from within and how we open ... let it out to shine!
The light of our elemental world is not to be kept hidden for without the oxygen of life it will flicker and disappear.
An awareness comes within a star's vessel, a knowing that through communion--with the Divine, with all beings and life in every form, with the Divine in others--is light.
A star is born in communion.

"The Universe is a communion of subjects, not a collection of objects."

~  Thomas Berry

Perfect Union

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Joined as One across the cosmos, we are unique yet provide the perfect match for each other, each bringing gifts to share and, when we touch, a glow begins that spreads into the field of all knowing. 
Our energies spinning in our spiral dance. 
Marriage of Universe.
Creation and Balance.
Emotion and Thought.
Joining.
One.


An extraordinary feeling as Her sea sweeps through me and fills my pores and pours out in swirls into a world wherein we all take our chance in the dance of life.
Combining mine with yours as we fly to the sky or dive to the depths!
We evaporate and float up into the ether where we change and then fall to the ground over and over in cascades of increasing clarity as our cycles of life continue.
See the beauty in Her waves and rain and streams and lakes and know Her comfort when our mouths are dry and our skin is parched and we start to cry tears of salt that cannot fall and She is here to refresh with Her Love. 
Droplets one at a time upon my tongue quench my thirst in exquisite moments as each permeates, spreading--knowing the gift of a single drop. One at a time, they keep me going during the drought and then the rains come in monsoon and gales rush over my flaky outer layer like the hard sands of the sun-cracked desert, wanting to drink but to much too soon only washes away somewhere else before I can grasp the realization that what I need is here right Now.
All I need is here and now.
The future can seem exciting and inviting and when it comes then I will enjoy its blessings, but what if it doesn't?
Enjoy NOW.
Easy to get so caught up in what might be that I miss what is happening NOW--glorious, wonderful, each droplet a blessing neither yearning for past or craving future but relishing the present. 
Huge lessons and tiny ones.
Be Present. Connect. Join. Merge. Communion. Community. Union. 

Leap of Faith

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A leap of faith takes me beyond my little world of ego and control into the sparkling atmosphere of lightening flashes that create harmonies to support and inspire.
I feel light and dance upon the clouds with their puffy white buoyancy beneath feet once firmly planted merely in what could be conformed to safety of heart.
An illusion of safety because without faith the heart is a caged bird fluttering against the bars in endless repetition but never growing or learning to fly.
When Her Light fills me, I leap!
Or do I leap and then Her Light glows from within?!
The moment of leaping is a mysterious transformation that has no beginning or ending for it is part of the journey I choose.
Leap of faith ... am I gazing forward, looking backward, closing my eyes or keeping my vision clear in that moment?
Is it faith when I leap in fear? Yes...leaping without knowing is true faith, is it not?
And then stretching before me is infinite possibilities.
Playing it safe instead of leaping in faith doesn't mean there won't be any challenges.
Safety is an illusion we create that can become a whirlpool in which we drown...it can be the quicksand into which we slowly sink. 
So why not leap?
Follow heart, listen to intuition, use mind, and create a new world of peace and of compassion.
Holding hands, we do not have to feel like we are stepping off a cliff all alone.
Reach out to Her and She will grasp our hands in love and we leap together!


Imagery fills my mind with all kinds of scenarios--they are infinite in manifestation.
Circumstances may appear static but our mental, emotional or spiritual approach can be vast in opportunity and once we become aware of this, even the physical opens to previously unforeseen paths.
Each step creates a print ... a pattern ... an opening into The Now through which anything becomes possible; when not attached to a want or desire, we can evolve, grow beyond our previous vision.


I leap and then find myself trying to go back, grasping for the familiar but it is already gone--it is the past.
This is when I may close my eyes in terror but then feel Her hand touch mine. She is always within and available and all I have to do is allow Her to move in me and She will bring peace colored with courage and confidence and faith.


Sometimes I leap and the fog is so thick that I cannot see my own arm let alone the air into which I place my foot and I know the fall may belong or short with a landing that could be hard or soft but still I leap because I also trust that bridges may manifest from the gleaming colors of her cloak spread out before me to become a magic carpet ride upon the back of an eagle or a safety net woven from the threads of my ancestors' spirits into which I land without injury. 
Leap. Trust that the experience is necessary and beautiful and filled with bliss ... ultimately.

Blossoms, Not Burdens

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She bears the lotus of love and peace upon her head like native women carry their baskets of nourishing grains.
She is a vision of Light within all that I am and can become.
No burdens do I carry when She is here for choice delights the soul and slows the pace into a dance along the path.
Light emerges wherever She walks and I smile to feel Her footsteps alongside mine...gentle, graceful.
We move through this dream in harmony, our hearts beat as one and flowers spring from the prints of our feet.
Within Her I am whole and beauty is everywhere I look knowing all that happens is nourishing growth even in the midst of loss or pain. 
When I open to Her ever-present Spirit, only bliss can bloom in my heart crowding out the thorns I resist that then prick.
A gray morning is diffusing Her Light into a gentle veil of wonder and softening the view of what is so that I drink Her slowly in, savoring, sip by sip, feeling Her permeate my being like subtle rose tea blessed moment by moment.
The swish of movement out in the world rushes through Her puddle-prints and I relish the vibration of Her presence within them. Easy, soft sounds surround and muffle the speeding machines upon flat hard surfaces.
Within Her, I drift and settle and dance the Light alive within Self.

Dust in the Wind

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Two crystal clear visions emerged from the same image...

A continuation of one portion of yesterday's contemplation, I see red sands, red dust, dust in the wind *--emotions of the past that serve no purpose in the present are become dust...dust in the wind...


and

Upon the wind are carried the voices of those who are unable to speak for themselves. Waiting for healing, for permission, for a sign, we are their voices. Wise women, healers, seekers, old or young, fat or thin, we are the voices for those whose lips are sealed and whose voices are silent or becoming the whispers that might blossom if they hear another's voice raised in confident expression. We are the winds of change, each of us...


What is your vision? Where does the SoulCard portal take you?

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*The instant the phrase "dust in the wind" came to mind, I was carried into the song by that name performed by Kansas...a beautiful, peaceful song depicting for me the eternal gifts of Gaia balanced by a loving detachment from the objects and beliefs that we think are so important yet only take us away from the perfection of each moment.

stop

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"STOP!"
Pause in the emergent moment and consider the actions so that they are not RE-actions but conscious response.
Each experience is an opportunity to witness Self and others, to grow through challenges joyful and painful, to walk or stand.
Once settled in Self there is no thought requiring this pause because each action flows beautifully and naturally from Being...being One with all of life in The Now.
Instinct. 
Intuition.
A deep knowing comes through that is beneath and beyond our thinking minds. 
Look around.
See the wisdom of Gaia flowing through all life...through and within we humans as well when we get out of our own way, using our minds consciously for manifesting but coming from the space of stillness and presence not from the egoic thinking mind. Use the mind, do not let it use us.
It is the origination point here...to know in an awareness that is centered in Gaia--the Infinite--Source.
Imagine a voice, Her voice, speaking through each of our individual lives, a reminder to "stop" and allow Her to flow through our every cell and tissue and very existence on all planes.
Emotions rise and I see how rooted some of them are in the past, not the present. They are tangled in the perceived complexity of past situations that no longer exist or apply, the tendrils sharp but dry and brittle so that all I have to do is crumble them with firm hands--rub them between my palms until they are dust and soft and fall away into soil and wind to become part of a new life. No longer having the rigid residue of the past, the emotions spring up fresh and can be seen in the purity of the now. Clean. Crisp. And flexible! Malleable emotions felt and released!
It may require a reminder to "stop"...to pause and reflect.
Take a moment--a breath.
Feel the experience of NOW fully without the tendrils of the past.
"STOP!"
Screaming, yelling, calling out as loudly as possible...is that sometimes what we have to do to bring awareness of Self and others into the present moment? Maybe; each path is unique. To release through sound the anger, fear, pain or frustration (often residing partially if not fully in the past voice that never spoke)--let it all out through clarifying and healing methods that do no harm to self or others.
Residual emotions can come up again and again!
All that was gone was only buried and can come rising up like bile that has tainted one step in a journey on the path of the present. Yellow and bitter and burning, the emotion-of-past had no place but still tried to cling to the back of the throat like an old, poisoned tree-frog no longer verdant and beneficial but yellow-mottled and rotten-smelling. 
Quick! Put in a tube and allow the bile to drain away into the ground to be cleansed and to be dissipated by clear rains and sun swept skies to reveal once more the peaceful sticky-toed tree-frog that emerges and brings peaceful presence and allow *that* to stick.

Swirls and Twirls

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See the future as She swirls and twirls in Her skirts of bliss and being, pain and joy, widening the spiral as She dances. Arms spread...am I ready to fly or am I bracing myself?
Allowing for the possibilities, I wonder and wander to and fro among the paths of Her gardens. A flower catches my eye with its bright orange splendor only to spread wings and fly away a butterfly sharing her gift of transformative passion.
The sun rises in bits of awakening as we all stir and rise ourselves to this moment of yesterday's future and tomorrow's past and I wonder...
Staring into the present I watch in fascination at busy lives of people around me and the contented lives of those creatures called "Guardians of Being" while we all just breathe and move and take part in chosen lives.
A broad canvas waits to be painted with turmeric and beets; bright yellow and deep red stain the blankness spread before my fingers as creation emerges and a pine bough lends her feathery touch to gently spread life in aromatic sweeps that connect edges where boundaries once were but disappear now in acceptance and peace.
The tiny flowers poke their faces out between prickles of life situations yet the beauty of cactus is as amazing as the cosmos blooms wildly waving in the breeze thousands of miles away but woven together as we travel our paths.
Gazing into future like the carnival gypsy with her crystal ball who only speaks what she sees and we are the ones to open in infinite variety like the rainforest's secret remedies resplendent. 
All our elements co-mingle and we reach out or draw within based upon how much we have grown and what kernels of wisdom we have harvested walking the corn fields of life.
Infinite variety and choices galore can cloud our minds or clear them as a brisk breeze sweeping away debris to see the colorful pattern of carefully laid bricks with accidental accents gleaming brightly here and there...


A meandering non-pattern of words and images that stream endlessly from a soul unencumbered in this solitary moment that is only open and welcoming to sound and picture and life surrounding the space of stillness. Nonsense words to some yet they awaken the no-sense of the non-physical that is subtle energy flowing without direction to create swirls and twirls of ink upon a page previously blank yet now a flow of characters that are read by those who know the language but merely graceful curves to one who has not learned this particular expression of being in world past, present, future yet once they learn then all is clear and remains lovely yet enhanced with meaning...connection and sharing and possibility.

Child of Light

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Welcome the Child of Light imbuing my Soul with joy and innocence and play! Play every day--imagine, create, skip, and sing, build houses for the wee people in the forests and deserts, invite our eyes to see beyond the mundane to the magical. Realms of laughter bubbling out of springs and rolling with delight in fields of golden grasses burnished by sunlight fingers dancing. 
Dreams that come true every second and love that expands and carries us "up, up and away in our beautiful balloon" of colors and sparkles where we see all life as precious and wondrous. Marvel at the minute roly-polies tucking themselves into balls like tiny beads of beingness unremarkable yet duplicated nowhere else and mystic in their ability to transform and survive.
Snow melts and seeps into thirsty ground teeming with expression where Robins hop and peck, and fragile green tips glance upward to gauge the angle of sun and warmth of beaming light, playing the ancient game of hide-n-seek.
Bringing wonder into my heart, I embrace my Child of Light, and fling my arms wide open to allow fertility and rebirth to flow into every aspect of being and living.
See the smiles on faces and feel the love in companionship.
Giggle into the silence that then echoes the tinkling sounds as the vibrations spread far and near, filtering into stodgy old growth renewing and moving.
Feel myself moving through the currents of the river of life as Her energy flows through me; we mimic and mirror each other until we are One without boundaries. 
Eyes closed, awareness is light upon skin as I feel the patterns shift, feel the ribbons of energy reverberate until I know not where this body begins and ends and become...becoming...Being Child of Light.


Remarkable how full we can feel with an energy that is so spiritual and connected that we become indescribable. Moments when there simply is no separation and we become lost in time and space yet find Self so we are not lost at all. Moments stretching on and on that ebb and flow, recurrent in their reminders of the interconnection we all share within Gaia. Our breath, our actions, our emotions, and material bodies that are no more structure than a rainbow arching into infinity. Amazing to see these Truths, to know their reality. To be blessed in Her Web yet weave our own creations as we join the patterns that emerge as Our world. A matrix of Divine flow, a field ever-changing yet always the same reflected in the cycles of life and the seasonal shifts for a tree is always a tree yet appears to change and then is born again indecipherable within the forest yet unique in its own qualities. All is changing yet forever the same...new patterns creating diversity.

Magical

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Walking in the footsteps of all creatures as we are One.
See how our spirits blend and we enhance each other through our interaction?
"Figs, twigs and fodder" are my food and I am nourished within Gaia in Her glorious diversity.
The animals walk within me--sharing their pleasures and gifts of senses and perception that is otherwise unknown, hidden behind the thoughts that tremble and race through a mind that can be savior or foe depending upon the "I" that knows and grows, seeing, and imagining, for within the space of moments spent with other Beings within and walking beyond my limitations are treasures of color and sound and spirit.
Lakes and puddles reflect the Light of Love while canyons, desert sands, and forests cool and sheltering bring balance. Stars that sparkle and shimmer inspire and share a breathless awe of all that is and was and ever will be. Cool dry air greets my yawn in the morning and eases the beginning of a new day that exists in my mind and body, and warm sun-tipped breezes lift my joy as they caress the hair upon brow and scalp, shifting gently or whipping wildly in evocative stimulation. I feel the 
Oneness of my path that stretches ever onward into the past of existence that is ever-present within each breath. 
Magical Mother Nature renewing and transforming, each pause a moment of pure ecstasy held transfixed in the prism of eternity. 
Rainbows fall from Her eyes across skies and walls and the pot of gold is here and now, falling into up-raised palms open and accepting with blissful surrender. 
Peace floats upon the backs of the beasts that have no burdens except those we impose and so we set them and ourselves free from expectation.
Truly, every glance partakes of miracles and beauty beyond imagination.
To walk in awareness the pure glory of our world is to honor Gaia and Self in our joint experience of Being.
Exquisite moments...
The twinkle of movement and change...

Look Into Her Eyes

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look into Her eyes
and see the blue skies
clear and bright
then with stars glowing
in the night
when shift comes 
and the world hums
in wonder flowing
dreams that drift
around or toss
our thoughts
so high they slide
down a rainbow 
into the glistening pool
that waits serene
and at peace between
the forest and the field
where gentle hearts 
join hands without parts
and are Whole


Expressions flowing without catching their tails in closing doors 
or snagging their sleeves upon window sills rough from disuse, 
where splinters caught in tender fingers 
remind us to be aware when 
leaning out open windows 
that always we are exposed yet this is good 
to lean and feel the rush of wind fresh and clean into stuffy spaces, 
the cool ocean breeze or warm shallow zephyr, 
depending upon Her mood, 
that carries us places where only 
She knows our Truth and 
She shows it to Self.
When I look into Her eyes all around, 
upon the ground or skies above, 
I know and see Her Love as I am exposed and continue to express...

Many Hands of Choice

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Many hands create this life, and mine join with theirs in choices and connection and setting each other free to create and build or transform as the lessons are born into each of us. We journey our visions that flow through many hands of choice.Many hands create our world and tear it down so that reconstruction can begin. I move through a life where many hands join together, clasping in love or breaking away by prying the fingers of others off one by one. My hands reach out to touch and soothe the fears because I reach out in compassion even without doing. Many hands create. 


I feel a strong resistance to writing this morning--several mornings actually--yet I know how important it is for me to express in some way what is flowing or flying through me and writing also grounds as it is like sending these squiggles deep into Source, Self, like roots of plants that grow and bloom and fruit as long as they stay connected to Gaia, Earth Mother. Our hands, arms, feet and legs are roots. The many hands are roots ... tendrils that connect physically with other life forms and with Gaia, and energetically they represent the need to touch, to connect on whatever level we are being called. To resist this connection, as I was feeling the resistance to contemplative writing, is indeed an 'act of self-will' and is contrary to our creativity. If I were to ignore writing--rooting--too often or for too long, I would end up floating away, never settling, lacking grounding or connection.


She has many hands that weave our paths and it is ours to choose whether to pull a thread loose or to allow the touch, the connection. Ours to choose whether to ignore Her open palm of peace, Her cradling hands of creativity and love, Her comforting hands of prayer and solace. Many hands of choice.

One Heart Dancing

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Dance of the Heart.
Dance of the Veils.
She dances in Joy.
From Joy springs the love of life and the presence of peace that shine clearly through the veil of illusion.
She brings Her wings high and One Heart emerges from the sheltering Love that is spread as She flies through each of our lives and dreams.
All is beauty for within the tears are the salts of new life rising from Gaia.
I feel my heart beat with hers in ancient rhythms, gently we dance and sway, creating a world of loving energy as we move together. I listen to the soft drums echoing our heartbeat, to the whisper of seeds in dry gourds shaken in soulful offering to all that is manifest and ethereal, the sweet melody of the flute floats around us lifting and soaring, its message carried upon the four winds and taken up by the feathered ones who carry their own songs of history and love across field and stream and ocean, dropping notes into the depths where salmon and whale and dolphin receive the offering storing the rhythms within their collective memories and souls for all time as they dance within Her waters.
For a moment, I feel all hearts synchronize upon a single beat and the pure perfection of Oneness is shared by All in Love. Hearts dance and die and are reborn into the beating pulse of Gaia.
She shrugs in discomfort and we poison ourselves and Her. She shrugs and we touch our darker selves, going within from outer situations and open to the lessons, open to Her love. Transformation happens and we ride the tide or struggle against it causing more suffering. Yet Her beating heart, filled with love, is always open and ready to renew. The resonance of Her heart, Her life-blood pumping, can cleanse any transgression. 
Her vibrations are Source and therein reside all possibility that is available when we step outside our box of limitations. Energy flows and with the flowing comes a knowing that all is well ... To realize Her love, Her resonance, is a blessing, a tremendous gift of seeing beyond form and within form, to the field of Akashic flowers that bloom whether we see them or not. We open the box, step out, fold it gently and dance upon what was a limiting belief system . . . and the box transforms into the Circle of Life, Her Heart of Love, spiraling and singing itself from nothing to dust to form and back to nothing yet always nothing and everything. 
Open our eyes to Her Dance and we join with Her and the veils no longer disguise but reveal The Real. 
She is my dance partner and we are One, our hearts beating in Love.
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I love the voice and music of Joanne Shenandoah; after writing, I found the below video . . .

Blood Tears

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I stand in the shadow of a rain of sadness spanning the globe, buffered by Her ocean of Love.
Blood of many in the tear drops that fall upon an open heart accepting the pain and tragedy, breathing out a calm centering settled softly yet solidly in Her embrace.
I stand here, feeling the cascades of grief and allow them to flow, allow the release, feeling the suffering of so many as they cry out . . . and I open and allow them to pass through on their way to renewal.
As the rain of grief and fear flows over me, our blood tears shed freely, I remain supported and buoyed by Her loving presence.
From this space--a centered, core space of compassion not drama--I share healing energy and prayers with and for all those in need as they journey.

spiral dance

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Mother - Daughter.
Intersecting spirals.
From center outward and from external going within.
Thoughts and feelings arise and meet in the center--balance.
Each graceful wave of her arm is a rainbow arching over the world as we find the beauty always here and now, offering love ad healing without becoming caught in the net that is woven of fear and anger.
Streaming. Thoughts flooding my mind, overwhelming the spillways of the earthen dam that allows pause and reflection. Must continue the process so that it all comes out and drains away so as not to stain the chalice where dreams are being built and nurtured.
With focus in short supply, this streaming allows a focus for eyes and hands and mind follows as the ink flows in lovely curves and spirals and "Cristofori's Dream" plays in the background with piano crescendo and then softening, an incredible ebb and flow to which I find myself swaying. 

Reminding me of the spirals with their graceful turns and sweeps and how all life is thus when we don't resist, we are carried along into the sweeping waltz of the journey that is beautiful and tragic and the yearning that arises to be with Her as She creates our symphony. 
To resonate in perfect harmony, my voice raised with Hers as we are One and seek only love and peace and joy that is so deep it manifests on the other side of the world like the child 'digging a hole to China' . . . 
Depth and clarity arise together. We think of depth as dark and clarity as light but they go hand in hand a best friends forever skipping through the field of flowers spreading to infinity. Amazing to feel Her holding my hand yet knowing that in this moment I am perfect in Self. Strange to realize the connection and separation as one and the same in the arc that shoots across sky and neurons and sparks fly out in grand, glorious communication that cannot be stopped only hidden at times by wearing a blindfold.
There is so much more here and now than I can comprehend and the impact can be a scattering such that everything feels like it is falling apart but in reality--the truth not the illusion--transformation is taking place in space and miracles emerge that are simply Truth that is finally seen and embraced. Fully experiencing the mysteries of each moment is our Mother's gift that we all wear within our hearts and souls like the "coat of many colors that my momma made for me" as the song goes and is spectacular.

Flowing, spiraling, join the dance of life however it is manifesting whether waltz or mambo or polka!

The Spiral Dance. Gaia's Dance.

She is Ember

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Within the thin veil that separates us lies the delicate balance of fire and water.
She is partially revealed yet still dormant, encased in ice, suspended from animation, waiting.
Her face confrontational, her gaze direct and confident--compelling.
I stare in wonder and raise a finger to touch Her cheek, feeling the heat behind the glassy surface and my stroke softens . . . leaves a smear of moisture.
For this moment, She neither moves forward nor backs away, lending Her stillness, temporary though it is,  to my space of hesitation.
She is Ember--La Chispa.

Thaw

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Aurora Borealis.
Frozen tundra touching mountains of glacial purity.
Crystalline caverns that channel me to Source as She begins Her thaw.
She starts to shiver in shifts that come and go with waves of awareness, yawning chasms emerge.
She feels compassion for the passage of time, knowing the quickening is coming and the deep peace of solitude and silence will fade.
Midnight Sun. Noontime Night.
Shifts.
Night passes by in Her ice blue gown and pink flowing scarves reflecting the warmth that floods Her awakening.
Dawn.
Emerging from hibernation, slow and delicious, waters begin to change from diamonds to tears and trickle down crevices, seep through cracks, moistening, flowing, gaining momentum and creating new channels--new paths.


Such a beautiful SoulCard image and yet my words feel as frozen as the heavy snow that covers the ground outside my window. I enjoy the winter withdrawal, the darkness that envelops me in a warm velvet wrap against the cold that could otherwise be threatening. I love the contrast. From autumn through winter I feel totally in my elements, completely at ease. And yet . . . I need the spring thaw, the summer heat, because otherwise I would sink so easily and lovingly into Her wintry embrace that I might never awaken from my imagination and dreams. I welcome Her cave and experience no depression as I wrap myself in Her cloak of inner exploration. Heaven to lie dormant, still . . . bliss. The snow and cold provide permission to curl upon the couch, cocoon in blankets, sleep long hours, rejuvenate. A short walk in crisp air breathed in deeply expanding lungs to refresh and replace any stagnant air, then back to hearth for more calm and connection. Build a strong inner fire, a light within, during the powerful intense sunlight of summer that will carry me through the long dark nights. Create enough passion to keep the ember glowing, the spark igniting, the candle burning within . . . not a bonfire, just a gentle spreading warmth beneath the surface like Gaia's molten inner core flowing and spinning . . . gently, gently.

Give and Receive

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Sharing.
Giving and receiving.
I hold the precious ember in my arms, given to me by She Who Loves.
I give my Soul to Her for safe-keeping when this body tires of its journey.
She gives to me the flower of creativity . . . glowing, blooming, radiant with the light of all that can be.
I share what I have or know with others and She blossoms throughout the universe.
She comes to me when I am still and graces me with Her inspiration--ideas, dreams, feelings, sensations, all are shared with love.
She shares the spark of hope with all who suffer, all who experience pain or loss, all who endure tragedy.
Gaia is stirring, opening Her floodwaters, shifting and stretching as She cleanses the sweat that has become rancid. She is detoxifying and releasing that which no longer serves Her. She shrugs and we all feel her tension increase and then ease.
I enter Her desert and feel the dry heat open my pores and my passion.
I shower in Her rains and bathe in her lakes and am refreshed.
I climb the mountain to inhale Her clear breath.
I walk through the pine forest to find stillness, and eat of Her offerings natural and abundant, feeling my own body stretch with greater ease, shedding the mental and environ-mental pollutants in peace.
Detox.
And when this is done, I see more clearly Her gifts and my place in Her space; I feel 'la chispa' warming and inspiring--I bring Her light into my Self, welcoming, loving.
All is cyclic, a continuous giving and receiving of energy that flows among our very elemental existence.
Transformation and tragedy share the same dream, the same instant, the same space of Being. I feel the pain come in, hold it, cherish its wisdom, and let it go--free.
Birth and Death.
The ember floats back and forth from Spirit to Form.
Someone created all the objects surrounding and enhancing this elemental life, just as the Infinite brought all life into form. Gratitude wells up for the gifts of creation so abundant all around, and for the bonfire that consumes the no-longer-useful, and the Phoenix rises from the ashes in glorious displays of renewal.
What can be learned from tragedy?
Gaia heaves herself up, straining under the pressures, seeking to regain Her balance just we do.
How many times has She shrugged? How many times has She given birth?
To Infinity.
No ending and no beginning, just giving and receiving, each age an opportunity to experience newness in creative expression wherein lies the heart of wisdom and love. 
I embrace 'la chispa' each morning, each moment, and a new vision is created repeatedly, like a mantra, where we give instead of grasp, where we receive instead of rape. I open to manifesting the Truth I see, sharing within the collective, being and becoming step by step.
Gaia, I gratefully accept this gift of Life and Love . . . La Chispa.