Friday, November 18, 2016

SHEKHINA

Our songs, they vibrate, they reverberate.
They dance like wavy rings of fire that reach the far edges of our atmosphere, combusting madness into pleasurable nourishment.
Let’s send our voices and call in the feminine spirit.
Our communal rhythm, it shakes lose the collective kinks and soothes the achy bones of the world.
It’s our devotion that roots the pulse that will warm our universal heart.
Sing loudly, sing softly, whisper or scream; just
please don’t be humble about it.
Sing and dance, send your voice, breathe, and shamelessly show your embodiment of silliness, sadness, or sorrow.
Put a pinch of your specific spice into the stew. Together, we make soul soup. Together, we yearn for freedom and love. Together we nurture freedom, we make love. We make it so.

Friday, November 11, 2016

ROOTED DEEP IN EMPATHY

Do you have the courage to feel what others feel? It may raise an inner experience you tend to avoid, deflect, or manipulate against. But in order for us to come together, to love each other, we need this very particular key that unites humanity as one.  Empathy.

The health of humanity depends on our ability to sit in empathy with the full range of human experience.

Are you ready to be fully alive? To experience all that life has to offer, as you open to the variety that all our brothers and sisters offer as an unlimited range of experience, and expansion.

Are you willing to not only feel the joys, but to also feel despair, rage, and grief?  What do you tend to avoid and whom do you push away or shut down to protect yourself from feeling what they reflect in your own tender heart?

Those barriers, they cut you off from your own humanity, creativity, freedom and purpose.

It's time we evolve. We need to take a quantum leap, together, now. It's time we cultivate empathy and our ability to sit with and love the full range of human experience. Let’s come alive together.

This differs from understanding and your mind’s ability to make sense of something. Understanding is a launch pad, but send that attention downward, like a rocket to your heart, and to your root.

We often stop at the mind and feel satisfied, reassured that we are done, we understand, we have completed the job. But the work has only just begun. Understanding is the outer gate, and empathy the inner doorway.

Empathy is love manifest, it draws from your soul, and sometimes it means you will feel pain, but you love anyway. You let your heart feel it, and you stay open, even though it hurts, because that’s the key to connection, to unity, to our brotherhood and sisterhood of humanity.


Life is an experience of fully feeling with warmth in our heart while rooted deep. This is true freedom.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A Morning Prayer

Great Mystery, Shekhina ~
I am grateful for my life, for my breath, and for the love I have in my life, thank you.
I feel scared, shocked, disappointed and disbelieving.
May I use this sense of darkness as fuel and inspiration for a deeper, wider, more expansive love than I have ever known before.
May I use what I perceive as bad as motivation in my purpose to contribute positively to life.
May I be a welcoming room for all that is, whether it's my preference or not. May I trust life, even in this.
❤️

Sunday, October 23, 2016

SHAMELESSLY

The blooms, they seek us out.
They yearn to fulfill a very specific mission, 
to be seen in their gleeful explosion of color and to 
gift OUR senses and souls with delight, with life.

I bow to their offering, 
to their erupting ecstasy, fragrant fervor, 
and their perfectly poised petals.

They remind me... to open, fully ...and shamelessly.


Saturday, October 22, 2016

GRACE

The moment when life's grace pulls you aside and gives you that little extra something.
A slight edge of clarity, and love towards yourself, and you take a step with more trust and courage to keep life fresh, to step out of habit, to confront what has been asleep, neglected, and avoided...
Then, in this awakening, comes a reverberation of life, and quite possibly a new rhythm, but definitely some sort of consequence...
Yet, when grace pulled you aside, she gave you something else, it was to help you face courageously whatever may be the change, the shift, or even the void that is created...
you know, the space made from something that was, and is no longer.
Suddenly and seemingly from nowhere (from grace?), you're ready to be with the fear you have about that empty space not being filled the way you once knew it to be filled.
You're ready to sit with yourself in this void and just tenderly hold yourself in loving embrace, even with emptiness.
But then grace comes to you once again, by way of little messengers illuminating that everything is there, is here, for YOU, already.
Then I breathe a sigh of relief, I breathe, there's nothing to DO. Nothing to heal or figure out. Just trust myself deeply and trust life implicitly to guide me. Ahhh.
There's actually no choices to make, no pushing or pulling. There's only the clear knowing that happens when you're there, when you're here, being with you and with life. I'm here in that space now. 💖✨

Friday, October 21, 2016

RANT

Anything but seen,
feels obscene,
like a vaccine
made from kerosene.

Empty invitation,
missing the foundation;
in my estimation,
not moving to this destination.

I flirt with yes,
but then feel stress.
I flirt with no,
feels more in the flow.

I step way back,
look at an almanac,
not for an angle of attack,
but for life’s feedback.

What’s alive in me,
often easy to agree,
cuz I’m so breezy and carefree,
but maybe today, I’m not your cup of tea.

I’m sad and scared,
but not unprepared.
Other times I dared,
no matter how I erred.

Let’s reflect,
not deflect;
otherwise neglect,
means we’re wrecked.

Not a weed of the wayside,
to simply be eyed,
let’s walk in stride,
and trust, what life provides.

The garden is rich,
a full range of pitch,
it can bewitch, and
help smooth the glitch.

Meet me 
on the bridge called 
connection,
one of mutual 
appreciation,
understanding and fierce 
compassion,
truly love's medicine 
injection.

I’m on this road,
detour means implode,
follow the sacred code,
it’s an exploratory abode.

This is quite a rant,
not the seed I wanted 
or intended to plant,
but today 
I'm out of sweet wine to decant,
just these words, 
that came out, 
in a rhyming chant.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

DIG DEEP

Death is on my mind,
I can't help but to unwind.

The old falls away,
I can't avoid it to play.

Life asks me to dig deep,
to question what I keep.

Life asks me to trust,
and so I will, I must.