Musings

I have my piles of rocks, scattered, in bowls, vases, urns,
On table tops, in pockets, in pots of cactus holding them down
through desert windstorms.
I brought these rocks here, not with
muscles but with intention, with love and remembrance

Stones and the Summer Solstice
Stone monuments across time and culture were often more than just pleasing architecture. They were built, with extraordinary effort, according to ancient astronomical knowledge and used as places for sacred rituals. Three such places are Stonehenge in England, Machu Picchu in Peru, and the Pyramids of Giza in Egypt. All three are known for their alignment with the sun’s trajectory and their displays on the summer solstice.

There is something alchemical about what happens when you do SoulCollage®. The intuitive nature of engaging with images, placing them on a card and asking the card questions about who it is and why it has formed in this moment can touch the depths of one’s soul.

Then it hit me…this is my Passover celebration. This is the cup for the prophet, Elijah, who comes to homes on Passover to partake of drink and sustenance. This is the cup, that when filled, is brought to the door that has been opened to express welcome to anyone who wants to share our seder meal, for anyone in need of food, drink or company. But this Passover, Elijah is the land, the new green shoots, the birds, the frogs and the snake, each needing something from me, from us, in order to survive and thrive. I cannot pass over the necessity for every living being to exist harmoniously in this eco-system.

Our lives are a constant stream of activating forces that pull us in many directions all day long. Often we go through our days and weeks unaware of the toll life is taking on our bodies, minds and hearts.

Altars represent ritual. They represent a mindful, intentional and physical space where we can connect with what is important to us in a deep way.

Take a Moment; A Poem

Rest. Something about writing that word, putting a period after it, making it a sentence, feels right. Rest. Like the word No, it holds a deep and penetrating meaning. Like the word No, its meaning is dependent on the perspective of the speaker or the writer.

Here in Arizona, the winter changes are subtle. But winter is here. It is here in the cool mornings and the cloud streaked skies. It is here in my body which seems to need the warmth of a bath and a few extra blankets.

This Welcome to Earth episode is called Mind of the Swarm. Staying close together seems to keep the group connected. Allowing for a little space maintains their individual integrity just enough so they can function as an important contributing member of the swarm.

A Poem For Todday

Most of us feel unseen, unheard and unwitnessed. Misogyny, racism and bigotry of all kinds are fueling our decisions and our relationships because we are stuck in fear and negativity spirals. What is the antidote? How do we rise well from these times?

My main purpose for writing this Musing page is to share with you my own process of coming out, fully and authentically. I hope that by these admissions of my human strengths and frailties, I can be of service to your process of being and becoming more human.