Summer Solsticio

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Yesterday /Ayer — 21 de Junio — 10 Q’anil (SEED) — the manifestation of growth; a day of light and heat and waking up at four o’clock in the a.m. with a burning need to write, to process the despair in the air, the sadness heavy in our collective heart, the determination to do something, to stop this cruel insanity.

Yesterday spun from a dark dawn to a bright morning, walking hand-in-hand with the light of my life, my compact joy, my precious Jade.

Yesterday encompassed storytelling, howling like wolves, slithering like snakes, meowing and hissing and spreading our wings, coloring with magic markers and wild children. Salvajes!

Yesterday with a cherished friend, a heroine, we sang and sweated and scrubbed salt on our skin and slimy aloe vera on our faces and in our hairs — emerging from our chakra chant cave into the fading light of a hazy sunset fresh and realigned, renewed and ready to face the challenges life brings.

Yesterday, at home and out in the world, was a day to spontaneously rejoice, to give thanks to the sun, el sol, Tata Inti.

Today is the half moon. La media luna.

Boundless Gratitude

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Thank you for this sage.

Thank you for this moment.

Thank you for this life.

Thank you for the birdsong.

Thank you for the lake.

Thank you for this breath.

Thank you for the sky.

Thank you for the volcanoes.

Thank you for the flowers, fruits and food.

Thank you for love, and the moon.

Thank you for friendship and family.

Thank you for yoga.

Thank you for music, art, being, gratitude.

Thank you for seeing and looking, listening and hearing.

Thank you for the trees.

Thank you for the cats and dogs.

Thank you for all the animals.

Thank you for the ocean and all the water.

Thank you for the world and the universe and stars.

Thank you for my body.

Thank you for my mind,

Thank you for my soul.

Thank you for my heart.

Where is the Middle Way?

 

What we have here is a lack of union.

Extremes have become ultra polarized to the point of absurdity
The polar ice caps melting can’t be denied
Science isn’t a matter of belief
humanity is KILLING OUR MOTHER EARTH

The government isn’t meant to be a two-party system and politics shouldn’t be what is has become: corporation ruled corrupt GREED

Martin Luther King, Jr said: “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” YET WE MUST CHOOSE LOVE OVER HATE

This is a dangerous time. Watch your step. Mind the gap. But, please. KEEP WORKING FOR THE GOOD

Are you on the edge? The left or the right? Can you see outside your narrow, conditioned point of view? No. TAKE A GIANT LEAP BACK

Be moderate. Take the Middle Path: ever the goal, ever the practice. Discovery of balance, presence, awareness. I must choose love over hate. I must recognize both goddess and god and remember that all of live is simply energy moving within and without us and all beings, whether we call it divine or buddhanature or the holyspirit, or not

This is a potent time. GIVE LOVE. BE LOVE. BREATHE LOVE.

Birdwatching

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Good morning
Sunrise meditation
Sitting or standing
On the wooden planks of our little cabin’s balcony
Every morning the same yet different
Notice the pastels in the sky

Midday meditation
There is no one right way to sit
There is no one right way to practice
Isn’t everything practice, after all?
Isn’t everything life unfolding?
Suffering is to be accepted, not evaded
Difficulty, sadness and death are not optional
But neither are joy, celebration and beauty

Tune in to the birds’ heart songs
Gaze at the cloud formations billowing slowly
Contemplate the water, so blue and sparkly, rippling
Listen to the wind, the leaves, the trees
Watch the birds swoop, fly, flutter from branch to branch
Watch the thoughts swoop, fly, flutter, stutter, compete, judge, opine
and all the rest
Watch the sensations in the physical body and the energies in the subtle body
Watch the emotions come and go
Sunset meditation
Good night