Peace of Paradise

Creation

The Dance

Distruction

Return to Roots

Purification

Love waits patiently

Connections and kisses

See you just now...

Tune In, Tune Up ...or Tune Out

Had a two hour melt down in the Space Train. So the wires got crossed and I lost it.

It rained hard... Yeah, We needed that.

Cat doing his usual. Spends hot days in Rocky's air conditioned trailer, seeks out

the girls at night. I think it's called 'Fair Weather Feline'.

Bek changed her own spark plugs. I thought it would motivate her to appreciate the University

more... Well, anyway she finished her first week and has created quite a few designs for surfboards during the lectures. Apparently, she can multi-task.

No knuckle busting today. She actually has talent. Got it all done plugs wires rotor and cap.

While she napped I changed to oil and filter. It had a star spangled hue and I was honored...

O' that's just bull shit! I was thinking one day I want to be finished with the 'do it your self thing'. Maybe... I have mixed feelings about it.

Hhhh.

Rebekah made a coconut cake last night and I COOKED pasta salad loaded with garlic to celebrate a car that is purring.

Well, I have a surprise for her, front brake pads. Next weekend. I don't want to over do it.

Ration the joy!

xo

z

Time and Again

The Darkest Hour

In the darkest hour, I see me.

I see what has been.

I see what potentially lies ahead.

I feel sick.

One foretelling night there was a profound darkness

beneath a southern sky.

So still was the air and thick with the silence

that has forever swallowed the truth.

"Wow, can you feel that?" I asked my friend.

"Yeah," was the sobering reply.

Shoulder to shoulder a moment was shared, a horrible moment.

Hard to explain and why would I try?

Because, that darkest hour held a glimpse of the future.

And it is now upon us.

I should be afraid but that was not the message.

The message was to walk courageously through,

trusting the inner light to sustain, to act and to tell the truth.

There are many who will keep the silence

and many more who talk way too much.

As I prepare for the dawn, the divine law promises me...

I witness my own disassembly then a divine defragmentation.

All the constructs that had kept me safe and enabled me to

bear time are in ruins. I step over this wreckage...

I feel a small heartache in passing.

I know somewhere ahead they are waiting for me to carry the dawn in my renewed heart... to them.

So I do not look back.

I stand at ease in this moment knowing I will be funded the strength to meet the challenges in the weeks ahead.

And I have peace with the heaviness and gratitude for the case being heard.

I remember that listening, even the blind find the path.

And I do not feel alone... rather all one with what is.

That is integration.

This is Love.

The Darkest Hour

In the darkest hour, I see me.

I see what has been.

I

One foretelling night there was a profound darkness

beneath a southern sky.

So still was the air and thick with the silence

that has forever swallowed the truth.

"Wow, can you feel that?" I asked my friend.

"Yeah," was the sobering reply.

Shoulder to shoulder a moment was shared, a horrible moment.

Hard to explain and why would I try?

Because, that darkest hour held a glimpse of the future.

And it is now upon us.

I should be afraid but that was not the message.

The message was to walk courageously through,

trusting the inner light to sustain, to act and to tell the truth.

There are many who will keep the silence

and many more who talk way too much.

As I prepare for the dawn, the divine law promises me...

I witness my own disassembly then a divine defragmentation.

All the constructs that had kept me safe and enabled me to

bear time are in ruins. I step over this wreckage...

I feel a small heartache in passing.

I know somewhere ahead they are waiting for me to carry the dawn in my renewed heart... to them.

So I do not look back.

I stand at ease in this moment knowing I will be funded the strength to meet the challen

Update

I took a break from my work to help Bekah document research for her first paper at the University. The assignment was to interview someone with a tattoo and write a five page paper about it. The great thing about living in community is that the inhabitants get really excited about new projects... as you will see in the "Tattoos Ta Boot" moment at the shop.

I left a community of women and landed North on a porch with 4 gentlemen.

Funny... I sit here and observe the conversations...stories about running out of gas, barely rolling into the station, spending the night at the pumps and hoping the owner will open on Sunday. Or the story about finding, in a serendipitous way, the very part that broke on the car. Yes, who would believe there would be an abandoned 76 Pontiac in the open field the car broke down next to?

As I listen to these stories, I realize help and hope runs through all of our lives if we are

curious enough to watch for it and courageous enough to believe it and receive it when it shows up.

I miss the ladies but the boys have their own brand of teachings, just as valuable and just as entertaining. Oh and a new chair has been pulled up at the porch. At 19 years of age, Rebekah's courageous trip across the United States of America(solo), to swim in the Pacific Ocean has earned her an honored place here with the boys. Bek, you were determined to drive through several deserts. I knew you had to do it. I could hear it in your voice. Something in you

was liberated during that process. Miles and miles of solitude and emptiness

somehow put your tank back on full.

Strange and perfect.

Ps. The Seven wild horses are harnessed and are no longer

running around wild inside my head.

So.

Tattoos Ta Boot

The Human Heart

It was Lina’s idea to have a Peasant Night with bean soup and stale crusty bread.

Heather spun the event into our reality… something very solemn and powerful in it.

Who would have known? Who would have known?

So many hello’s and good bye’s … god byes and hell oh’s…

Like night followed by day, we don’t consider it a problem anymore…

Nope, just a cycle in its pitch and sway. So. We play, we pray and we laugh, feeling a

sprinkle of sadness as sisters prepare to begin schools hundreds of miles apart.

We talk about Life and Love and Trust in Septembers Judgment…

Understanding that God gives us exactly what is required to grow us well and strong.

We as women are about uniting and unifying … time and distance is but a crickets song meant to be noticed, then transcended.

You see, this Love has no rule, no jurisdiction…

This Love is deeper than the ocean and higher than the sky.

This Love is colorful messages hidden under the pillow case.

This Love is a blue handmade surfboard sticking out of a red mustang convertible.

It’s a white dog to bring joy. It’s our separations and our reunions…

It is the dogs offering of their poof chair to be our bed, a place for sisters to nest and brother to rest… once upon a time.

Love is so apparent, may it always be so…

May the ineffable Spirit become apparent to All of Mankind.

May we graciously accept the gift of God’s Touch, of God’s natural inhabitance in

the Human Heart.

Gypsy Fete

"Seven Bridges Road"...By The Eagles

Flowers From Heaven

Passing Stones

It is like giving birth, there is only one way out and that is... through.

Distillation and the Truth

When we seek outside of ourselves... it is for a part or our Self that we have lost touch with.

The blessed life we are gifted, reflects in so many ways the beauty and wholeness of existence.

The other soul is also a gift and it reflects often what we cannot see in ourselves. It reflects what we perceive to be true. It is the divine gift of mirrors everywhere until we are evolved and expanded enough to feel union with all that is... and be grateful for that experience.

Can I be bought, sold, captured or traded? No. But I will hold your hand and we can share a sacred moment together... because at the end of this ships anchor chain is a feather that seeks always to set me free.

Complete The Mission

God is revealing all the time a more and more divine plan...

And I am so ready to adjust the sails.

-8-QuickeninG-8-

This Present Circumstance is probably my greatest Challenge because It requires 

Integration and Application of my entire Life Experience. 

Further, It requires that I reverently draw from the Universal Intelligence 

with great Love and Appreciation.

Believe

"Jivan Mukta, MEET me", he commands.

But I'm not ready, quite yet... Look, see the flowers?

Come smell, they're so beautiful and Justice bites like the sting

of that damn wasp! But I laugh cause it's Life , this pain in the ass.

And the armadillos are... well, they're coming around.

Cayenne makes an impression and the tent site is now secure,

for me to be with crickets in the dark and rustling leaves

and night completes it's mission, the soil holding me close

and i rest... pulling me in like a grandmothers soft bosom, pillowy and safe.

I soak it up, my beginnings... to carry with me toward the 15 th Circuit.

Friend or foe, I do not know but of Destiny... I am sure.

So.

A Time To Remember

The Razor Whip

Etching into the blackest night,

my hands bound, not in prayer tonight.

The twisted rope torture from the wooden beam…

Then, an angel whispers, “It’s not what is seems.”

The sound that cracks through the heavy air,

the whites of the eyes in a horrifying glare,

my mind melts not wanting to succumb…

an old trick, when we think we are done.

What we have known ceases to be

as we yield to the force that sets us free.

And we stand beside, to witness it.

With great reverence, a candle is lit.

There are the souls that will not see,

impotently passing though history.

Then, there are those awakened to the plight,

daring deliverance and preparing for the night.

The general caucus rings the bell,

a callused reminder all is well.

We laugh at what’s most absurd.

Our bipartisan resolve will have the last word.