Sometimes tasting and witnessing my own suffering is overwhelming; the inner demons vehemently avoided in light and inspired moments clamp down on me like nobody's business. But even in that bewildered state of utter confusion and despair, some other aspect of me which manages to escape from fully identifying with the suffering asks quietly: "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?" This voice is a gentle helping hand directing my attention to what wants to be revealed as whole and sacred beyond the confinements of my ego-driven human drama.Read More
I am suddenly aware
of the field of love,
like the impeccable breath
that animates my being,
perpetual, suffusive, benevolent,
lifting me up and carrying me over
the steep mountains, self-inflicted suffering
and unforeseen heartbreaks.
All the trophies of the past that I bore proudly become a certain kind of weight and limitation that define who I was but not anymore who I am and could be. It’s like flying to the moon and as I get higher I need to drop ‘masses’ that fueled me but now they are empty structures holding me back. The question is ‘what is essential and carries life essence?’.
I don’t want to drag dead bodies around. It helps a tree to prune its old branches to bear new shoots…
one is at where one is. no more, no less in any given moment.
by imposing an expectation of a certain quality or state on another, one only perpetuates the inner-friction further.
what's needed is a moment of witnessing of the other and Self simultaneously. Often the good advise rises from the inner state of friction and intolerance of the witness or from taking things personally.
what if we each could own where we are at and be honest with that, rather than telling each other how to be or what to do.
setting ourselves and each other free by reclaiming our sweet truth.
change happens, change wants to happen and will happen.
and we either allow it, flow with it, support it or resist it, fight it, escape it - making everything so much more difficult for ourselves and each other. the great mystery opens up when one surrenders to this river, and deeply listens and feels into this movement. It wants to take us somewhere, not without a reason, and this place, this destination is only a new version of ourselves in time and space.
In every heart, there is a secret window that opens to the sweet mystery of Life.
Come, beloved, knock on my window so I can swing it wide open to feel your presence.
Your breath so fresh, so reviving, so seducing is your fragrance that all my flowers
want to open and surrender fully. Kiss me on my forehead, let your music fill my body and soul,
so that I know what this life is about, so I remember the ecstasy of being a human.
Come embrace me in your unknown, unpredictable ways,
press your heart hard onto mine, so I know I am alive in your love.
If I love the World, this life, wholeheartedly, fully, boldly,
with unequivocal commitment, with no hesitation, no holding back,
if I remain - unconditionally - in love, awestruck, innocent and faithful,
the Creation surely will find a way to love me back,
and it already does, with fragrant flowers, lush waters,
birdsong and pomegranates, the face and voice of the Beloved,
everyday mysteries and sunrise and coffee,
as much as I receive, as much as I can, as much as I allow,
the Beloved loves me in thousand ways.
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."
For millennia we waited to be seen, acknowledged, approved, given permission to, liberated by our mothers, fathers, lovers, teachers, law, religious authority, and God.
To be a sovereign being, one is not handed her authority and power by another; one realizes that the power and authority lie within and need to be reclaimed and owned fully, with the responsibility it entails.
And even though it is a global, political issue, the place of permission and liberation of Eros is rooted deeply within a woman and the real work is to meet and transmute the inner oppressor that we women internalized and free ourselves from fear and shame accumulated for thousands of year. Once the body is freed up from inner oppression and given permission to experience pleasure, the power and wisdom accessed would not only heal the woman but everything around her.Read More
Together we enter the Temple of Divine Love and Sacred Service and remember and activate our priestess nature. This is an active remembering of an ancient lineage which has been lying dormant in our DNA, in our collective memory. We need to gently remind ourselves and each other what we knew before the horrors and forgetfulness descended upon us. All that wisdom and power residing in our bones is waiting to be unleashed for the rebirth of humanity.Read More
Life is a swirling wholeness of infinite complex systems and cycles moving towards most benevolent outcome; so, one cannot predict nor plan for a paradigm shift, paradigm shift happens! The best we can do is to listen but listen very well, listen with the body and with the soul, to receive guidance from all Life (including one's inner-guidance), and participate in the unfolding of Creation's next magnificent plan as co-creators.Read More
We are creating the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible, together! Please support me continue learning and amplifying the healing and transformation of our beautiful world. It doesn't matter how much you give, I shall receive your gift with humility and gratitude. I give THANKS to Life and everyone who have been supporting me on this path in this life time...Read More
My personal resolution is that, as I cannot expect only the men to heal the wounded masculine, I cannot also demand that the men embody the healthy, mature masculine on their own. As a woman, I have personal work to do to reclaim an inner King - the mature and responsible masculine in service of life - and as a human collective we have work to do together to call back this magnificent energy back to its power.Read More
As much as it is a time of darkness and destruction, it is also a time of creation and new life. It is a moment like no other with so much wanting to be born through our wombs, hands and hearts. When the external reality falls apart and there is not much to hold on, the only place to generate life force from is within, so let us do that.Read More
There is a possibility though, of being remade by the sheer force that we are undone by. It is that very presence that sits heavily on my chest and pushes me over the edge into the abyss which then also lifts me up to the heights of illumination and inspiration about my existence and meaning of being here now. The depths I allow myself to travel seem to be the springboard from which I lean and leap forward and onward.Read More
I am being initiated into relating to fear - perhaps the most common and pervasive emotion in the collective right now - and how to transmute it into an ally. I am not sure if the point is to become fearless but rather to learn to live generously, creatively and compassionately despite the fear. And to be in dialogue with this strange ally without losing touch with one's center and connection with the Sacred.Read More
Malleable...malleable. It kept resonating in my being, this simple word. Here's an invitation, I thought. All this pressure I feel is simply benevolent life force shaping me into a finer form, hidden beneath the layers of everything that is keeping me small and separate.
Have I not prayed for my liberation? to heal the wound of separation?
I have, so many times.
Here, it's happening now...
What happened, and what is happening in your life is your specific recipe for Life, your particular invitation to wake up and come Home, your unique path through the magical terrain, your peculiar way of serving your community and Life.
So, take back the light today
but do not condemn the darkness
it is the holy womb
where your light will be tended
like the immaculate child.
The power of One is upon us.Read More
This is the story of how I fell in love with the Earth.
or perhaps, how I woke up and re-membered this great Love of mine...how She welcomed me back, as a compassionate mother, and love me awake, presented Herself to me with so much beauty that my heart broke open to Her infinite Love.
This is one of the most beautiful stories of my human journey.
To the Earth I belong and this is a Love story...