Dry and Dusty Wealth of Wellness

She comes to me in dreams
at night
and leaves nothing what it seems
in dawning light,
I find my heart within Her land,
Her warm embrace and scented hand
that blooms in darkness cool and clear
and on the breeze I barely hear
a voice so precious, calm
and filled with love
that tells me I can
sing high above
the path
and write my heart upon the page
where one may turn to find a Sage
at play in youthful innocence
without agenda only immanence.
I feel the healing of Her light
whenever I give over all my rights
to demand or seek my own desire
and then feel Her love now and beyond.
Writing, flowing, She is near
and I listen to Her whisper in my ear,
I am special yet I am not,
all we are we have forgot,
and so I fill the page with words,
the sounds of heart that are to be heard
by just one soul who has lost her way
and finding solace in the play
of pen and ink upon the trees
that died to give the space for these
attempts are not alone and light will come,
the way is shone.
I feel a healing lesson bloom
and flower in this room
when opening and leaving out
the judge who stops the weaving of the loom
of words that twine within the work.
Mine is not to judge the feeling
or to control Her gentle healing,
but let Her flow into the world
a bright and cheerful, loving girl.
Release the gloom that sometimes comes
to darken joy or bring a cloud
for puffs of white are gently giving
all the nurturing of heaven.
Even when the thunder roars
or lightning strikes
don't lock the doors
but rather open wide
these portals so all may enter
and feel Her power.
For within all She is ever near,
sharing Her abundance,
giving, glowing, seeking Her experience
through us and without resistance
all will sing in harmony.

a few days earlier...

Sweet caress of a shifting dress of sands across this land, Her skirts smooth and sultry in the heat, as they whisper of cool nights under the lunar glow and all we know comes to light in Her fleshy flow, warm breath upon my face as Her smile breaks through the clouds barely visible so high drifting across the dark sky of night when all Her gifts soften and grow in gentle light...

Dawn is growing, warm breeze so lovely in the back yard as I step softly, eating my cup of granola, grateful for Being, grateful for the opportunity to experience more of Gaia's diversity as She changes in this new environment...strange yet familiar from dreams and vacations and visions. A gift indeed! How many of us are provided an opportunity--to see it and accept it, gently moving fear aside--to pick up our lives and move them cross-country?! What abundance and blessings She shares with me. I know and see and acknowledge this gift of transformation, this life I have been blessed with.

A flow of gratitude emerges as vibrantly blue as the aqua sea seen in the turquoise of Her elemental magic so valued here; is it the cool, serene energy of this gem that shows the life-giving waters of Her love within the depths of Her womb that native people treasure? Cool and pale or dark teal magic? Never before drawn to this color, I feel it's pull here within the desert of ghostly tans and the pale green of the palo verde bark, the black wood of the mesquite...the broad expanse of bright blue sky contrasting with the immense stretches of dull, hot soil. Extremes. Opposites. Joy in these striking visuals that test and reward the spirit.

Acknowledge and accept Her power that clearly dwells here, imposing stark conscious awareness within each moment. So many blessings. Wait for it...patience...not as in wishing a moment gone but as in knowing each one is precious and powerful--to relinquish control and allow that I am the foreigner in this land where the cactus grows mighty, the hawks soar overhead, and the ground squirrels appear to be naked in their thin coats. Me with the skin that pinks so easily and sweats all of my water quickly to evaporate before I know it--sucked up by Her zephyrs that carry the vital fluid to where it is needed.

A dry and dusty wealth of wellness held within the subtle messages all around. How can I do anything other than love Her diversity?! She is magnificent in Her survival! She laughs aloud when the monsoon comes and She swirls the dust and sends waves of it billowing rapidly across Her expansive body...sometimes followed by cleansing tears of joy and bliss! She is truly remarkable.

2800

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!

Veins

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.

skyroots

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.

Groundswell

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 

and 

nothing more than a puff of a seed floating in the breeze 

to somewhere unknown

bliss.