If only you could hear the wind whisper to me
stories of your existence
of the urgency to have you here in this time
of the gratitude because you did come
of all the riches you carry in your heart
how long you were awaited for
if only you could hear the wind whisper to me
shall I blow her to pieces or will she unravel herself in time?
can we still wait for the miracles we hunger for by her not thinking she can hand it to us?
does she understand she can heal us by her being totally herself?
why doesn’t she know she is a blessing to us all?
the wind whispered to me
can you tell her how we need her to love herself a little bit more every day
to trust herself a little bit more
we call for her
and her love
more than ever
we will wait for her
to honor herself
like she honors us with her presence
and can you tell her
that we love her
*** For Kelli Rojas ***
In the grace of life
render me home
*** For Lisa Gilchrist ***
In the silence of serenity
life will softly whisper
listen to that little voice inside of you
*** For Erika Dublove Danielle ***
Welcoming the gift of a natural heart-shaped Stone
In all its fragility
life surrenders to the grace of its circles
ever widening connection
ever more reminding that all is born together
ever deepening healing
yielding into each other
and of all the realities
it is love
and love alone
to bring us home
I will share more of the sacred journey in the days to come.
The silence is present.
It is a sacred space.
A realm where nothing one says would add value.
The gathering that speaks in a thousand of symphonies.
Mindlessly, mindfully…not of this time nor space.
An assembly of masters.
in surrender to the highest
and in a deep bow of gratitude.
An eruption of energy,
an embrace with eternity,
an energetic force field taking you along the edges,
and the depths.
It is a journey embracing you into reality,
welcoming you to the essence,
our very soul.
Life when it is love.
In the woods they whisper of what is coming
in the skies they flutter stories of light
the waters dance
the winds sigh
the unseen felt through the bones
the arrival will be known
birthed only by love