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  • Love Letters

    Walking down memory lane with letters written by lovers long ago, especially my first true love.

    Reminding me how loved and cherished I really was. With a hint of young love obsession. The same pages held by said lover long ago, the penmanship so crafted and the words dripping with dreams of being together forever.

    I laugh out loud as I read of growing old and reminiscing about old times together, as I do this now not with you, but walking back down those roads nonetheless. I wonder if you might have a sudden remembrance of me too now, as years are connected by these roads of the heart making me feel so close again.

    I laugh more than once, correlating my journals with your notes and our crazy times, experiencing young carefree life together and how our parents grounded us for two days until we snuck out again. They loved us together, though, and couldn’t get mad.

    You wrote that we were a popular couple, and we were. We outlasted most of those high school relationships and we had flair. We were uniquely ourselves and not afraid to show it. We were inseparable. We celebrated us.

    As I read, it’s hard to believe it really did end. There’s no remorse in this, as that’s just the natural progression of life sometimes. But I struggle to remember when and how it faded and ask myself if the story I’ve always told myself is true or if I imagined it all. At least I can now remember that I didn’t imagine the ferocity with which we loved and shared. And the lessons learned can never be taken away. They have only built a stronger foundation.

    Yet it’s time to burn the letters and make space in the garage. There is a space in my heart, though, that won’t be cleared. Always in joy and gratitude will I keep your memory there. Thank you, for a real good time. And for expressing your love so eloquently. I wish you well wherever you may be.

    With Love Always,

  • Manifesting

    It sort of began with a friend who mentioned astrocartography over coffee one day. Did I know what it was? she asked. I had had my natal chart read by this wonderful witch in the far reaches of Maine, and I love maps, so could somewhat surmise what this may entail.

    The search to be anywhere new had really started a long while prior to this question. Her inquiry, though, set me on a trajectory of finding the perfect place for me, narrowing my focus. Astro Liz from Maine recommended her astrologer to read my planet map.

    I called Leo in Santa Fe and what do you know? All my lines, all my planetary measures of success and happiness, fall on the West coast of the US. Love, relationships, communication, career, creativity, expansion… all of them. Certainly, this explains why my heart has been drawn this way for over 20 years, since I knew it was a thing.

    The obsessive research for his specific recommendation of a town ensued. Burying myself deep in the google searches of southern Oregon, I found our special spot checking more and more boxes of exactly what my soul had been craving. Culture, arts, excellent schools, nature right outside my door, walkability, opportunities, community. I began my travel nursing search for my next assignment only in this area. I quit a really good job with great pay and schedule and took the leap into throwing my entire life into complete disarray.

    Now, this is one thing for a single human with no kids or pets or significant other. But for someone with all these wonderful and messy blessings, there are many obstacles and challenges to navigate along the way to making our fantasy a reality.

    Without yet divulging all those things that are only pebbles in the road now looking back, I can only say that making our dreams come true is always worth it. No matter the struggles along the way, when something is ours… those all fall away easily, and the path is made smooth step by step. The next right action is always clear, and there are no regrets. Energy is only multiplied, never depleted… even when you are rearranging every single piece of life furniture. The muscles of the body and the mind are made stronger by the winds of the spirit blowing life back into the soul.

    Trust me on this, take the next right step for you. Do not wait on your dreams. Life is happening now. Live it.

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  • Waves

    Rolling between anger and fury,

    Sorrow and grief,

    Confusion and knowing.

    Ready to use these emotions,

    This energy in motion,

    As power to transform.

    Ready to take the power back,

    For good, for safety, for peace.

    For us.

  • Turning Mourning into Possibility

    Countless lives affected by tragedy today, again.

    The outrage, the anguish, the sorrow, the confusion.

    Why? When will this end?

    So much work to be done….

    Where do we begin?

    There are concrete suggestions for this, though.

    Action being taken, more to be done.

    Mental illness, guns, heartbreak.

    Again.

    It’s time to re-imagine a new reality,

    Possibility that already exists in this time and space.

    Let’s access this healing together.

    Let’s envision our future as beautiful and whole now.

    Holding fast to that vision until it becomes action and

    Rippling vibrations of change made manifest.

    It’s our time, our dharma, to create this now.

    Stand together for mental healing

    And spiritual wholeness.

    Know that a safe, joyous future is still possible.

    Begin today to seek the future you wish to see,

    And take action in any small way you can to alleviate the suffering of the world.

    Stand strong, be courageous, don’t back down from a new reality.

    It is possible to co-create a better world.

    To transform the tears for those suffering the unimaginable

    Into blessings for us on our forward journey.

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  • Wedding Day

    On this, your special day, we celebrate your happiness together.

    Yours is a love that shines bright and clear.

    There is no question about the depth of your friendship,

    Or the sincerity of your concern for one another.

    Two young people with old souls,

    Wise already in your compassion for each other

    and your care for the world.

    This understanding of something greater than either one of you alone,

    Ready to transform and spread your knowing concentrically outward.

    You are doing this already, and it can only expand from here.

    We all feel it, the love you bring.

    This is what thrills us and excites us,

    This selfless genuine love that reminds us of what we all know is possible.

    Blessings to you both on this day and on each step of the journey.

    Thank you for allowing us to be part of your big heart love.

  • Seeds of Truth

    As I lay on my back after sitting with the morning,

    Sun on my skin and birdsong caressing my soul,

    I feel the blue sky fill my veins on the inhale

    And the dandelion puff scatters the seeds of truth and knowing

    found only in moments of stillness

    On the exhale.

  • Creating Space

    Sometimes the only choice left is to surrender,

    To release expectations of outcomes,

    To let go of dichotomous thinking and its struggle,

    To open and expand in this way,

    To create space to receive whatever is next.

    And then to remember to have gratitude for each outcome as a gift whatever it may be.

    Today I surrender, I release, I let go, I open and expand. I create space for life’s gifts to flow to me and from me.

  • Precipice of the Abyss

    Moving into the wild west, the great unknown;

    Although many parts have long been known.

    To feel how the puzzle pieces shift…

    Will they come together in this new space?

    Will a larger picture be born?

    Will my eyes be open and my lenses be clear to SEE the picture?

    What will we make of the picture?

    Will we still be puzzled?

    Standing on the edge of movement that feels scary.

    Sometimes feels exactly right and other times feels so wrong.

    The only choice is movement, is action (when you can’t sit still).

    Taking the next step, whether it turns out to be right or wrong,

    Because impermanence is the only thing we know for sure anyway.

    So learning to flow with these changes as life itself,

    Without grasping too long or too hard to one outcome or another.

    With gratitude for the options TO move and change,

    To ebb and flow.

    The challenge is to actually feel it all, and to move the head out of the way

    Long enough to enjoy and relish in the dance of it all.

    As a wise man once said,

    One way or another, something’s got to give.

  • Dancin’ Bear

    Knockin’ on the golden door,

    Like an angel…..

    You brought us all together for some real good times.

    The strangest melodies and the sweetest rhymes.

    Strangers turned friends turned farm family till the end.

    Laughter and smiles the heat couldn’t bust.

    Finding ourselves in another Bear hug a must.

    Dancin’ on the hillside till the moon went down.

    The train off the tracks always comes round.

    The music you brought to our hearts never stops.

    When we feel confused, we know what you brought.

    We’ll listen to it play, coming home to the farm again.

    May the four winds blow you safely home, dear friend.

    You already know it’s here to stay-

    The light in our hearts, the love that you bring-

    Will not fade away………

  • Curiosity of Death

    A friend’s too young son died today.

    There are always questions, and never answers as to why.

    Their generation suffers from an underlying hum of anxiety and depression, feelings that are too often unnamed and unexamined. Many of them are even loved by so many and likely have so much life in front of them. Yet they make the decision to end this.

    Is it a conscious choice, or one that is made in the blackout of depression?

    Or is it simply a curiosity of death the drives them to discover the next chapter in the infinite field of possibilities?

    Maybe they’ve pondered all the existential questions of this life and feel like there’s more to learn in the next?

    This is in no way a means to add salt to the searing wounds of those left behind….it is only a ponderance.

    Perhaps they were not completely in pain, but were pushed to the outer bounds by the underlying not-enoughness or what-ifness.

    Whatever their impulses, may we honor them on the next leg of their journey.