Love

It's spring!  The cherry and almond trees have come out in bloom, and the smell as we cycle across town is heavenly....archways full of blossoming branches cover the bikepaths, buttercups cover the fields, and I am committed to spontaneity.  Today on our way to breakdance camp we came across a group of volunteers weeding one of the commons, and got a little lesson in edible herbs, taking time to eat chickweed, dandelion, wild mustard.  We discovered shepherds purse and discussed various ways to cook nettles.  Love!  Love has opened in my heart, my heart's resonance has shifted, and I am full of delight at the earth and my place in it.  Yum~  We are dyi busy as well (do it yourself) and tonight I decorate and make lovely my room.  I found a fantastic 1950's wardbrobe that will hang my oodles of sundresses and some crazy lanterns for tea lights that glow blue and pink...the kids have painted their walls blue and covered them with planets, shooting stars and flowers.  It feels good~  In London I continue to discover fantastic parks and to commune with my dervish community.  New people, new energetic places all opening up and I feel that wonderful flow of vortexes I hadn't known about spinning into play.  Keepin' it real and and grounded, this feels right, humble, focused and open.  Opening and opening and opening.  Hu~

Space

I've written about space before.  It's so necessary, and I never let myself have it.  Now, a congenial emptiness introduces itself into my brocade, this seasons carpet. Fifteen years of raising children and 30+ years of parenting has left me with a formidable loyal soldier.  She really rocks on, and on, and on, and on, until finally she soothes herself with all that rocking and let's go into a dance of trance.  Sigh~  This is beautiful too.  And in this spirit spaces emerge which contain the lace of duties next to holy smiling eyelets.  I arrive late, don't answer emails, burn the porridge, and everybody smiles.  Today, when we were meant to get out of the house early to manage errands, I found myself evening out colors of paint on our newly coated walls.  This afternoon, when I was meant to be more or less arriving at a meeting, I found us in the park munching celery and doing cartwheels.  This evening, after eating pizza and surfing youtube, the three of us fell asleep on the couch.  And when I got them up to put them to bed, they were smiling too.  I'll have more of this in the basket thanks.  where time drops out and our frequencies tune to love.  ~ 





 

Planting

The time for planting is near-I feel it close to me on this new moon.  My seed bag, it is growing fat.  I am growing lighter beside the seed bag, able to channel and move visions of the one heart into shared experience.  Spring speaks herself-through shining eyes, windswept sighs, bare feet, chilly nights, and wobbly first pronouncements like this one.

For as long as I can remember I have been making plans for my healing resort.  I first wrote up a schedule of classes and lists of skills offered when I was just 11 years old.  I included lots of movement, cooking, work with horses, prayer circles.  I was not far off at all!  Or, my vision hasn't changed that much.  I have simply been building the skill set to manifest it for the past 20 years now.  
Newer visions have come along to integrate and refocus the plans, but always they return, to wake in my vision again, to include lots of movement, cooking, work with horses, prayer circles.  There are dances and ceremonies too, many many healing modalities for coping with everything from ancestral bondage and cancers to positive digestion and happy skin.  The centers are connected to local communities.  There are several.  They lead the way in walking in balance, they are facilitated and managed by some really wonderful people.  
I feel the first one coming close to me, close enough to almost hear her name, to see a clear path of action in her wake.  I wonder what she will look like?  How she will behave?  Who her friends will be?  Her supporters and admirers?  Her enemies?  What discoveries await!  I hope I am up to the task.  I know, and I know, that I am just a little person with big ears.  May they hear at every step of the way, and may they be cradled.  ALL of this, all of my writing, my turning, my healing, my producing, my mothering, it all gets integrated now.  

Check this out: Dome Houses based on writings of Rumi
and this:sustainable farming and artist community in India
and this:young people enabling "new" methodologies
and this:using our talents to foster emerging paradigms
and this:the power of heart-thought becomes prominent

I have no doubts as to the reality of this possibility.  I have no doubts as to the eventual beautiful outcomes.  Most importantly though, I have immense faith, without doubt, in the human desire for creative positive high vibrational action and living.  I plant my faith in this desire today.  I water it with sound and dance.  I show up to it's shining mirror and listen.  Aho.