living in ritual.

There is delight in ritual for me.  A plan, a decision to meet with myself every morning here with you.  I keep it simple:  make coffee, feed the loved one, take a few sippies of the coffee, sit in the same chair laptop on my lap, roll through some email, read a bit of this n’ that, feel and smell the morning air, let the morning take me where she will.  When it’s cool, with no notion of a rise in temperature in the day, I light a candle.  Sooner than later  words start to come.  There is no plan on what to say, only what bubbles up to my surface from what seems to be flowing through me in the moment.  I have ‘guides’ that I invite into the mix occasionally or they arrive unexpectedly into my consciousness.  They are not chatty, or overtly influential, just a presence I feel and see in my minds eye.  They are always welcome.  They are always around.

Olympic opening..

Thus far, there have been 498 days of this happening here for me.  I still wish I could do this with exercise.  Can I hear a LOL?  God, would I be in spectacular shape for an ol’ geezergirl.


Faithful rhythm scores

the days rise to the light

The well goes to the center

Into the heated core

bubbling up to give


It’s not the fire that

holds me above center

Not yet there where

I can settle this point

of light yearning.


In the belief that

I am the fire, I am

the center, I am a

light everlasting

I shimmer in possibility


I shimmer with All

in this awakening

no less equal than

infinite love and grace


Humored by the muse

of light and dark

Teased to the fork in the road

when all Paths will take

me home to you


Faithful is the rhythm

harmonic notes finding

the perfect point of Light

As we all sing together

what calls us to Be.






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RAINBOW’S END, your beginning

Love and Light… Sippy the coffee. feel forgiveness for everyone/thing everywhere.  Fill up on the Love that’s folding within and around you… Be the Peace



Light has a way of going through the prism

Rainbow shimmers over the pot of gold

A call to follow the Sun to your destiny


Multi-coloured rays beyond the eye can see

A wave in the thinning air of the cosmos

Through a lens of star dust or a shiver of pain

felt over what is seen by the eye translated

to the mind and body.

What do you choose?


Light has a way of going through the prism

The pot of gold is right over there

A Sun in the center of it All


Shades of grey fall into the Light

Scraps of darkness get lit up

The unseen finds it way to be seen

Illusion lifts it’s weary cloak

for the sake of clarity in oneness

What is isn’t and was wasn’t

What will be already is 


Light has a way of going through the prism

YOur center is ready to be lit up

And the pot of gold is for your taking


If there is no Love and forgiveness 

No peaceful re-solve in the chaos of fear

Illusion will win you over and the heart

will hold to unspeakable anguish

And alone will be your greatest separator

What do you choose?


Beings of the Light in the light of the light

of the prism rainbow’s arc to your center

A pot of gold is only your beginning









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