Celtic Season of the Birch

The green man tree oracle says, “a good beginning leads to a good conclusion”. It reminds me of that saying, “first impressions are everything”. Make a good start and what you are undertaking will end well, it goes on to say. “Awen”, the moment of inspiration, paying attention to it, is a good place to start. Make the beginning of any new enterprise a clean and fresh one.

As the New Year is almost upon us, I’m thinking of endings and beginnings mixed with the tremendous amount of love and festivities around me. It’s a bit of a mixed state. Clearing the clutter to hear the guidance of new vision can be a daunting task this time of year. Yet, it’s an essential task to moving forward and making the fresh beginnings we so desperately yearn for.

An Ode to The Great Invocation

An Ode to the Great Invocation

From the Consciousness of Jesus, His Light:
May His Way, become mine,
And his word fulfilled on Earth.
From the Heart of Mary, Her Love:
Let her warmth fill my heart and Earth-
May I honor all light and Love.
In the middle of all knowingness,
May a higher purpose bring Me
To way-showers: Saints and Masters.
From the center of our humanity
May our greatest destiny BE
And fulfill our purpose of heaven on Earth.

Return to Innocence

This is the music I did my last technical, theatrical performance to. It was with my triplet sister and we had a theme. I was the lead dancer of a crew of Native Americans and she was the lead dancer of a crew of American soldiers. We started out as curious friends who got to know one another and quickly battled fiercely and in the end, her and I posed in a Jaketi (sp?) stretch holding hands. It was an amazing well choreographed and performed piece. I’m trying to get a video of it. It is one of the last great memories I have with my sister and that was over a decade ago. Letting go can be hard. This new moon, I’m returning to my innocence and healing those parts of me that miss her by letting her go with forgiveness and openness. I’m forgiving myself for hurting her and hoping with faith that someday it can and will be different.

Blue Moon Month

As the Poet I Was, So Artist Are We

As the child I was
So alien I am
Voices speak
With cut-off tongues
To those brave
Enough to hear.

As the girl I was
So boy I am
Genders unite
In open minds
To those strong
Enough to feel.

As the white I was
So rainbow I am
Colors blend
To those painting
Enough to merge.

AS the human I was
So universal I am
Worlds collide
To those living
Enough to transcend.

As the all I was
So nothing am I
Spirit soars
Through all energy
Enough to know.

Happy Full Moon!