It’s both curious and unfortunate that it takes such grand scale disasters and heartrending tragedies for us humans to reveal our HUMANITY.
how much more
I enjoy my experiences
and not permit myself
lulled back into
the world’s way of
not allow myself to be
as if the
Instead of drumming this Saturday, I spent quiet time at my window altar–with the river.
Rising above the chatter of my “monkey brain,” I sat in the peaceful silence of my rain-washed world–listening within:
This drumming, my dear–just like the words that you write–comes through you. You, the ego-personality, are not the owner of your creative productions. The words, and sounds come through you from a Source that also determines the why, what, when, where and how of it all.
Do not attempt to order your gifts; trying to determine whence they come and go.
Life is not yours to order. It is yours to remain open, receptive and in service to That Which lies behind, beneath, above and at each side of all form.
You are learning to understand–and more importantly–to accept and live a reality which is the only authentic Reality there is.
It is a process of opening the heart in trust and releasing the pain you did not know was there.
It is truly living from the inside out: letting your 3-D world unfold in, as and through you; bypassing the ego.
It is not the human way of being.
It is a process of “un-conditioning” the mind.
Have patience with yourself.
I am with you.
We are with you.
It felt so good
reaching out this weekend
All of my “sister-friends”
and male counterparts who are
animus to my anima…
Strong beings of like spirit
who never give up or lose hope…
Women and men who have learned from life
that morning always follows night
that rainbows appear
after the most frightening of storms…
that new life follows
the bloody, backbreaking,
vagina-tearing pain of
I am so grateful for this love-team…
some of us having
looked major, boogie-men killers:
like cancer…strokes..heart attacks…
straight in the eye–
defying self and societal conditioning–
making the so-called, killer,
And now, my love-team and I
march on through Life
persevering and steadfast
laughing, dancing, dreaming, drumming…earning doctorate degrees…
taking on new lovers…
Never looking back…
oblivious to our contemporaries
who fall by the wayside
brought down by their belief
in sickness and