Holding Hands

My hand is wrapped around this pen. It looks so purposeful.
What a useful tool and sweet engagement, the pen and hand.
My Heart urges, " Go ahead, tell them what you really want."
Hhhhh...

I want to hold your hand... walking across a dusty street,
sitting quietly in a garden, resting side by side in bed... anywhere.
I want to hold your hand.

Yes, I have held little hands and old.
I have held sick hands and ones so cold.
I have taken a sisters hand to say, "Remember who your are!"

Yet, your hand, my Love, seems so very far... away.

And my Heart wants to know...
if I could offer you my hand to hold this day,
would you be able to receive it, graciously?
Would you seek to know me through this sacred hand?
Would you care to listen to the lines that tell of a Destiny
and a Love that wanders free?

When you see the tiny sparkles of water on the skin and feel the pulse of Truth,
would you say, "You need not wander anymore, I am here."
Could you stand by your word?
Would we still be free?

Would you realize these hands have clung to ropes while repelling down cliffs?
They have pulled me through small, dark passages, cave diving into Mother Earth.

They have paddled along rivers, climbed trees, cleaned little faces.
These hands have donned a boxing glove once or twice
and fell asleep holding onto an antique knife.
They have gone dark with engine grease, been colored with paint
and covered with clay, in the settled times.

They have held many sacred Hearts, most reverently.
So...I just want to know, " Will you hold my hand?"





Fingers interlaced,
traveling All of Space,
moving with God's Grace,
Love.

Thank You My Beloved Teacher

Day 1

Oh to feel Laughter

Top Seven Ways To Feel Laughter- plus a bonus ;-)

1) It feels like roiling down a hill sideways, being tickled by all the bumps.

2) It feels like meringue, light and fluffy and can stand on its own.

3) It's like the last exaggerated wobbles of a top. (Feels irregular.)

4) Feels like the spin cycle of the washing machine.

5) Yeah,... and it feels a bit awkward when the laughing bout is triggered by brother stubbing his toe and bending over in excruciating pain.

6) The best laughter is when I realize I am a fool and that it is one of my favorite selves.

(feels honest)

7)It feels opposite of the rigid pews oriented in one direction.

Laughter is flexible. It floats, falls, flails, bobs and bounces.

It spins and spits, shakes and rattles,

showing disregard for anything outside it's own delightful ruckus.

*) There is no more two of us. The laughing God is laughing us into ONE. ( feels unifying)

To See With The Eyes Of The Heart

I use to say about the Drumming Ceremony, "I bring the instruments,

Spirit leads the event."

As I evolved, I realized it was my responsibility to create a safe

and sacred space for all those souls, who would be brave enough

to open themselves to receive the gifts from Spirit.

This meant I would arrive early to prepare the space, inside and outside.

Then to sit quietly and listen for any guidance.

I would enter a state of profound gratitude and love

for the immense support being offered by Spirit,

to All of us who would for the first time sit together and make music,

to give and receive.

I ask for people to take time in the beginning to look at each face

in the yurt and realize that soul and further, that we recognize the divine gift of this uniting,

that is both temporary and eternal.

After the first drumming, I ask several people to lay down in the middle while the rest drummed for them.

Everyone is offered an experience of receiving in the center of the circle.

After the drumming stops, the silence is honored and felt.

Yes, we sit in the silence , enriched just as profoundly.

They complement each other, sound and silence. It feels complete.

Each reality touching the soul with a balanced Truth.

We accept with gratitude what the moment is offering,

trusting it is exactly what our Spirit requires.

The idea of trying to figure out how to get back to the sound

or get back to the silence is to miss the whole gift of what is unfolding NOW.

First of all when we are trying to 'figure out', we are not in our Heart space,

we are in our heads.

In matters of Love and Spirit, being in the Heart space is the Way.

Also to 'get back' implies going backward or trying to control or manipulate,

which is definitely out, as in not 'in' the NOW.

If we are open enough to 'see' and 'feel' with our Heart we would realize;

When that person we love, says goodbye to us,

liberating themselves to return to their Truth they, consciously or not,

also liberate us to continue on our divine path in Truth.

For that we should be eternally grateful.

When our belongings are taken from us, once integrated,

we will realize the gift of letting go of these attachments to live more simply.

If we love and it is not returned, we learn the honor and joy of loving for Loves sake,

delighting in that divine Current.

We learn that The Current is always there even when people are not.

We learn that in Truth we are never alone and that what we do to or for another we do to or for ourselves.

We learn that others may not be opened enough, yet, to realize our gratitude for them and the lessons that we received by being together.

And that it is OK cause when I think of you I feel a deep Love that manifests and lives eternally in The Current. And I have learned this is True Love and that it is all inclusive.

My journey Now leads me through a practice to consistently expand

my awareness enough to (hopefully-haha) always 'see' and 'feel' with Heart.

So it is...

Clinging to an unstable rock,

he proclaimed, "My integrity is all I've got."

An Angel appearing to render 'those', unstuck,..

said sweetly, " If you have HEART,

integrity is a natural by-product."

It feels like a terrible storm

and I am held up in a rickety shack.

Shutters are flapping violently.

I am getting wet,..and cold,.. so cold.

Horrible threatening sounds of thunder pound at my chest.

Bolts of lightning, like daggers flung into my eyes,..

meant to jest.

Ghosts from childhood keep a constant vigil

for this wavering soul they have clung to relentlessly,...

to this form, now changing.

I see their faces one by one.

I remember the gruelling parts they have played,..

in my life.

I have not made peace with them,..yet.

I can not let them go,.. just yet.

They are deserving of these final days of Darkness.

In truth, they made me strong...

In truth, I picked them.

Now, once again, I remember who I am...

I sit strait and calm transcending the chaos.

My Spirit Father, lovingly reminds me,

'our house' is the mansion,

just a short walk through the valley

and up the hill.

Look What Just Arrived....