The global Pachamama Alliance community online ceremony to welcome in a new possibility for you, your family, your community, and the world. Our Indigenous elders remind us that with 2020 having been a year of great challenge for the human family, we have an opportunity to come together and take a moment to reflect, bless Read more about Mountains and Rivers[…]
The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, risesIn the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the park, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason. That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. It’s feathers shine The palm Read more about Of Mere Being[…]
Morning crows and a magpie, or two? Evening swirls and whirls of wind. and a blitz of rain against the black night sky.
The chance of humming – Rumi A man standing on two logs in a river. might do alright floating with the current. while humming in the now Though if one log is tied to a camel. who is heading south along the river at the same pace. all could still be well with the world. Read more about Floating downriver[…]
Everyone knows the great energies running amok castterrible shadows, that each of the so-calledsenseless acts has its thread loopingback through the world and into a human heart.And meanwhilethe gold-trimmed thunderwanders the sky; the rivermay be filling the cellars of the sleeping town.Cyclone, fire, and their merry cousinsbring us to grief—but these are the hourswith the Read more about Shadows[…]
There are beautiful wild forces within us Let them turn the mills inside.And fillsacks that feed evenheaven GOD WOULD KNEEL DOWN I think God might be a little prejudiced. For once He asked me to join him on walk. through this world and we gazed into every heart on this earth And I noticed He Read more about WILD FORCES[…]
As the daytime temperature dips below 15 degrees and before the nighttime temperature dips below 5 degrees
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Fire and night. cold desert night. tongues of flame flickering. licking the air. swallowing the darkness Dune shadows disappear into oblivioncanopy of stars. sparks of magicwind buffeting tents. calling my name scheherezade storyteller. Listen. I have come to listen to the sand and the wind and the stars. To feel into the soul of the Read more about Shifting Sands[…]