Thoughts over the last few weeks: THE LIGHT IN ALL THINGS

In times of great intensity, it becomes obvious that it is natural to love. That spark is ignited that connects us, the heart aches and comes alive. What life demands of us, what the world demands of us creates a field of resilience and taps into a deep strength and source we all have.

Here are some things I have been doing to move through what is one of the most intense times I have experienced in my life.

Connect with our field of resilience. When we walk through where we are and it is not the same, the air shimmers with new light. We are hesitant and scared and feel vulnerable, and there is no place to go where we are not ourselves. We are at this time, in this place. We extend blessings and repeat, May all beings be safe. May all beings know peace. May we all come to our hearts and reveal the truth in them. The field glitters with the ice of winter, a premonition of a space that surrounds the present moment and allows it to expand. We want to hear and listen and talk and feel the truth of what is happening and it can be hard: the moment moves away from us again and again. It is hard to hold it. We’re sad about so many things and a lot of times, this gathers and is immovable. We stop feeling for some time, until we remember our hearts are beating and we can become aware of our breath filling our body. We remember that we are alive and wonder what that means. The space inside the heart can be filled with sadness and it can be filled with peace and it can be filled with love. The heart is big. We forget that so many times, especially the heart. We forget that there is space around us and we can breathe.

Live each day. We can only deal with what is in front of us in that moment, on that day. There are knowns and there are unknowns. The knowns are right there. Take it day by day, minute by minute.

Go where we are welcome. When we are with people who welcome us, when we welcome other people, we create community.

Continue to love. This is not about being an idealist or fantasist or hippie. To continue to love is one of the bravest things we can do. Love is open- open-hearted and open-eyed.

Do one thing. If we can’t think of what to do, we can do one thing that feels good or that is hard in a challenging way, not destructive way. Do one thing.

Go outside and look up at the sun and know that it gives us life, gives all of us life.

Move. Walk, stretch, work out, dance, sing. Move.

Know that it is possible to feel hope and fear at the same time.

Know and honor boundaries and respect all the ways we deal. We need to respect the way others make sense of things and that their way may be different. It’s important to create safe spaces for dialogue and express what we’re feeling. And to give ourselves and others the space we may need. To both be there and give loving space. To let others know we’re with them, see them, love them, and acknowledge that we all have different ways of getting through. The community we form is one of love and light and honor and compassion. To move through this as truthfully as we can and to make even more room for ourselves and others. Everyone’s path is different. We can deepen our commitment to each other and the understanding that we are all a part of each other.

Turn to the love we have inside of us. No matter where we are, it is our choice to turn to the love we have inside of us. This is not a romantic notion—it is the truth of who we are and to keep going there again and again when we feel like there is nothing left and we are so tired and afraid, that is courage. That is strength. Tuning into the energy of love and seeing how it expresses itself is a noble and ethical act. Every time. Every time we are kind, it has ramifications and it matters. Every time we speak the truth, it matters.

Everything we do is a triumph.

Look for Part 2 soon!



Blessings for the New Moon and the start of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, on Sunday evening. Lots of new–mirrored by the summary card here, Death. Everything is changing and it’s coming at us fast. It feels like, every time we turn around, something else in our lives changes, things we thought were foundational are leaving. This leaves an open space, both bright and dark, looked over by the Goddess of the Void, the New Moon. We are shelters for each other, we must never forget that. We feel deeply now and must give ourselves that space to fully appreciate and accept our feelings and experience with a loving heart. We look inside to our own goodness and focus on our breath, as this one thing steadies us, is steadiness. Breath and water and quick dusks. The sky coming in closer and closer, revealing its secrets to us. Thus it is with our own hearts now. Our own inner wisdom and bright lights at home and loving embraces are the melody. Offerings and fertility and sweetness of new beginnings. It is a chance to start fresh, an opening in the sky, the gates of Heaven, or whatever your name for the Divine Space is, are open. Pray with your words and poems and actions–right language, right action. Let the five precepts guide you in all you do. You are the same person in all situations–your consciousness and compassion is throughout. We are not fragmented beings. We are whole and union. 🌌🌠🌄


Equinox reading and end of Mercury retrograde today.
First, take a long, slow, deep breath. And hold onto your 🎩. It is starting to get interesting. As if it hasn’t been interesting enough. 🍀
Bright things are coming but they must be earned. There is vigilance required of us now–and we need to check in with ourselves that this vigilance doesn’t turn into paranoia and overdramatizing. There are powerful energies surrounding every event this fall. With the release of the reins as Mercury retrograde ends, energy spills out and could use a bit of containment and structure. So many new ideas, and especially one or two incredibly powerful new relationships, could test our limitations and what we think of ourselves and what our lives are, what gives us meaning. Purpose and action are highlighted as many fires burn–again, the herald here speaks to managing our emotions and activities and schedules–micro to macro–in order for peace and loving thought, word, and deed to be our matrix. And matrices shift and settle–the shifting is, in fact, a settling, coming home, a solidification of ideals and magic into tangible being. The transmogrification of elements, thoughts, creative pursuits, is supported this season. We have so much to transmute. Everything changes this season. Known to unknown, unknown to known. We can shift our consciousness to miracles. Miracles are self-power and unconditional love ❤️ manifesting. Love is a physical presence. 💚
It is up to each of us to embody love towards ourselves and others. We make the world. As so many pressures are converging on us, as the summer releases itself and autumn 🍂 comes, reaching, demanding, with its beautifully shorter days and golden light, the sun lowers in the sky, the sky itself lowers towards us.
It can be so hard, and frightening, and the weight of the air can feel burdensome, as so many things converge in the next few months, but we have help–within ourselves and our own conscience, our collective well-being, our connectivity as a global organism. 🍁
Let things be as they are and have courage to see things as they are and the courage to change what needs changing. All is within our grasp. 🙏



See everything in terms of light. Think of things in terms of light. This is the last rush of the heat and light of summer, ends are fraying so much that the cloth you’ve made over and over again is a new cloth. New materials being forged. Summer was a cauldron that simmered, stirred up, and alchemized. We are reaching into the stretches of season and weather. The Sun looks over this reading and bows its rays over us, body and soul. This is the last round of this cycle, within this full moon cycle, we come to the end of Mercury retrograde and have an opportunity to lay old cycles to rest, creating new patterns and mental and emotional grooves that propel us forward into deeper joy and security. The eclipse further encourages this transition that enables us to live our dreams. So many opportunities spread out before us, like so many rays of all the different elements. The Sota and Caballero – Page and Knight – of Wands offer us the fire of our own souls, burning to illuminate the stunning array of geography and light. Filled with all manifestations of light, we move with our power nestled in us. We are finally come home. We are home. We hold onto what we love most dearly, and allow ourselves the rest we crave. The chakra in focus here is the sacral chakra, imbuing us with flexibility, fluidity, the natural movement in our mortal selves to forgive, dancing, swimming, allowing joy, sensuality, sexuality, fertility, and love. We are our perfect creation of love. Love that is born of fire and knowing its power and courage. Love is power. Judgment and The World are in our core now, the hot, molten center of the earth. We fight as a natural expression of our most sacred self so that the fight becomes a moving of energy in sacred path–the knowing of doing no harm guiding us, the protection of the ancients, guarding us as we face the truth of our earth and ourselves. We know what is important and valuable. We do not compromise. We stand fully in our power and rejoice. #tarotuniversaldalí #fullmoonreading #eclipse #harvestmoon #ganesh #joy #love


for August 18, 2016


Tonight’s Full Moon is known as the Sturgeon Moon, Full Red Moon, Green Corn Moon and Grain Moon. We are still in the full throes of summer in the Northern Hemisphere but we can feel fall’s shadow. So many cycles begun even as far back as childhood are ending now and we are making our way in a new world. The change of season is close and it can feel like the shorter days and slope toward autumn is bringing many chapters to their completeness and ending. The endings in this case are solid and made from a place that we have dug deep to get to this summer. Upheavals are taking place but we are well-equipped to handle them and we generated them. We made choices that have led us here, and sloughed off false and illusory masks of ourselves. We have prepared the ground of our lives for this and are ready to be truer selves. This means using all of the insight, protection, self-knowledge, and magic we have acquired and stepping out into the new world as ourselves. Not needing to pretend or feel guilt or shame over who we are. The truth under the truth. This space we’ve opened in ourselves and our lives offers us comfort and the knowing that we are on the right path and that we have chosen this path with our bones and heart.
Sustenance will be a huge factor in the fall as we learn to provide for ourselves in a real, rich way.
We know how to sustain ourselves now.
What comes our way in the fall will be life-shifting in a powerful way, the stars fall our way, the sky is lit up with our language.


The deck I am using is the beautiful Goddess deck by Kris Waldherr.

May all your transitions be gentle,



A long time ago, I wrote to you: I am hesitant in revelation. Today is hard. I am semi-determined to not despair. The half-nature and negative construction alludes to much that I am not saying. So we enter an age of paradox, where the door we’ve opened onto the night reveals both light and dark. We are of nature in this. We are both tricksters of the light and perfume sellers.

And of what I told you, I add a postscript:

Words are of service when they are not words. Words of sky and rain. They carry the whole of language, the whole body in them and then let them go. They release meaning and the need for meaning. They sacrifice themselves like insects drowning in water. They are water and the insect becoming part of the water, dissolving and decaying. I write, and language decays. The world pronounces itself from a syllable. There is no difference between me and a syllable.

More of what I could have told you but didn’t:

We are widening into orbs of light. We carry fireflies in our stomach. We try to digest the world, when the world looms large, a closed factory, and our senses reflect more back to us than pain and concrete. We know there is more out there or in here but we’ve lost the thread. We are haliphones; we drink, measure outcomes. We are the worry of the rain. We are its untangling.

In a ceremony, we declared that we are hope and peace. We live within the molecules of rain becoming something else; we become rain when we hold the sky as weightless weight. The weight of water measures death and transformation. We hope and grieve and weather; we make weather from sighs and the space inside. We breathe strangely. We are aliens and constructions of paper and light. We have hope in a strange light that we know is important somehow and comes with a key to decipher it.

We are history. We carry it in us like a desperate orphan. It claws and cries and becomes silent as we look at the future, without listening to its stories. We have so many stories inside us. The truth of the world is in us. The patterning of the sky under the eyelids. The chalky residue of stars in skin. We are residue and completion, returning to water and space.

On Tuesday, I wrote:

The worry of this day.

On Thursday:

The worry of the sky.

And, finally, in a letter I never sent:

The ghostly presences in our lives harden against the implacable gloom or magic of imagined pasts and futures. There is no way to know what will happen as we press ourselves into the mystery of the present.

Our mattering lies in our hands like a newborn. We barely know what to do with it but we know so much. We know its first breath and we care for it, making sure it gets enough food and water and air and space. We are nautical engineers under oceans where our descendants learn to make light and food out of water.

You were born.

And at some point, I’ll write this, but I won’t remember:

Moth wings rub together in low light, the light is music, we sit in the shadow where light doesn’t fall. We do not fall. We try not to. All our might, mouth scrunched up in tense exhaustion. We are tired of being scared. Dreamless nights, we wake from a nightmare, the dream was scary in our bones and our body trembles because it’s a kind of truth. The truth of dreams in the bones hums like an animal making breakfast, aware of her surroundings and body and lilt in song. The fire under the kettle, the scream of the kettle, the history of water. But that’s too rough. The dawn shows through a little. The green blinds in the kitchen are lighter with a square outline of morning light. This is safety or security or a semblance of those things, which are theories. We don’t live in theories. Safety can’t be figured out in the mind. After waking from a nightmare, we know that. We feel it in our arms, hearts, beating quiet and rough, in our breath that can’t quite collect itself.

Safety is formed in the cells, which have souls. Every cell has a soul.



      an excerpt


“Harm’s way doesn’t

really bother me,” Pepper told

Whiskey and made an

arrow catching face with

both hands. A biscuitful of

remorse. Whiskey thought

about mailing one’s self to

where the bears are.


The bears were thinking about

fish, thinking feelingly. Pepper

felt a strong bird song rash

coming on and unbuttoned.

Together they reconstructed

the scene by dancing

backwards through

the map of muddy footprints.


Whiskey mostly rode crosswise,

ass in a splint. That is, after

the accident. This is during.

Whiskey loved Pepper’s birdcage

chest and river talk. Pepper

knew boats, was afraid of water,

happened faster in unnatural light.


Whiskey knew all this.

When they were

planning the lasso party,

plenty small trees needed

to find feet. None did. I guess

the upper hand is underfoot

and all the losing lost.


A bimbo possum in

a dirt oven is Pepper

and Whiskey’s common

ground. As is

the viscosity of

a graveyard giggle.


Goggles to goggles in

the circle of

the square dance, they’ve

got boot-polishing eyes

for each other. They’ve got

high tone alibis and a library

of single string fiddle tunes.


Pepper is banking on

next week’s knocked over

train candy. Whiskey is

dreaming Pepper as

a team of mules

doing card tricks.

Now, they’re bed-rolling

the riverbank. Now,

they’re a shiver

past the mark.


Pepper wanted Whiskey’s house

to be more honest about

its chicken feet, its

spending habits. A full

frontal clock tower two

minutes in gets Whiskey

all aghast and scholarly.


Angel Gecko is one man’s treasure

hunt, one man’s two-timing man.

I just see it like they call it out.

Pepper wanted Whiskey.

That set up the river and night talk.

Whiskey wanted a bucketful

and got more than.


Pepper liked Whiskey so

they walked down to

the river and kept changing

its name until they forgot

the “original.” Pepper

floated out spread legged

on the rope swing while

Whiskey cajoled the local

wolf man out of his coat.


A brawl, a fire, a spit later,

Pepper and Whiskey had

a feast , a swim, and a large

hole dug to bury

the evidence. God bless.


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