blessed fruit

in that place again, 
of not knowing.

the awe I feel to be so near this open space
calls in the guardians 
like bees to flowers.

the more true it is,
the more this fruit is tasted
the more astounded and soft body feels
and oh, so vulnerable.

and the trust
(oh, Uli)
the trust
becomes the path

my feet run
like the gazelle
on the vast plains


what really knows this taste of honeyed fruit?
what ever it is
it will carry this body home.

tender and sure

tender and sure

love enters

and takes form

to be fulfilled

once again.

sure and tender

love leaves

to be fulfilled

once again.

In honor of all who have passed out of our sight, through all the possible changes here, on earth.

Always a dying and being born; change change change.

I am inspired again and again by Kathy Klein and her beautiful Danmalas. 

You can find more of her beautiful forms on facebook.

tax dance

onward into clarification

deepening the dance 
with gratitude for numbers and gifts. 

today, with the cape on,
my superpowers are lit.

leaning in

                                              
                                           

 leaning in

    to a deep listening,

         

  body

   is all ears.

a space for commitment

This is the space that the oak created while she stood 375 years in the woods behind our family home and near the cabin where I lived during my return to the sanity of myself. Recently, I have been remembering and appreciating those morning walks to the outhouse. Each morning I would read from Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way Everyday looking out into the morning woods.

Today is March 26, 2013. 
I woke this morning and prayerfully asked for all my loved ones, including myself, to be well, happy and peaceful. May no harm come to them, may no problem come to them, may no difficulty come to them, may they always meet with success. May they also have patience, courage, understanding and determination to meet and overcome inevitable difficulties, problems and failures in life.

This morning I am listening to reconnect with my commitment. Reconnecting may take including a morning walk to my day, because it is in moving that I can listen most clearly and be set to right. In Nature my compass finds its true north.

"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (or creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would otherwise never have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of incidents and meetings and material assistance which no woman would have believed would have come her way."

W.H.Murray the scottish mountaineer
found in Julia Cameron's The Artist Way Everyday
(italics mine)

Many of my sisters and brothers who I admire have found their commitment, deeply.  I also begin to understand that there is a remembering that must take place to keep the path open for the new to move in me and to meet me from the world. 

I am committed to connection, even in my solitude. My remembering today has taken this written form, and will continue in the form of a morning walk into the woods, through the spring snow laden field. 

Thank you for your part in this remembering.

my daily bread

                                

buttering my black bread today

 the feeling was so familiar

  and I recognized this:

   I am in love

    and all is well.

in the deeper waters

in the deeper waters I find this one particular voice, I am listening......

she expresses herself this way, 

in this one very particular way. 

giggling as the trust deepens, 
seeing the pattern the stars gave this one life
and finding a wide open door,
the heart.

it is so not about me. 
what freedom, what generosity - 
to be served that understanding 
and in turn to serve it.