those who howl find their tribe...

i see you dancing in your own divinity


the words.
they don't fill the space here in my heart that i hold for you.
and they don't need to.

last night i met you.
you, my new tribe of women, the new circle.
meeting you was more like remembering you.

did you hear the howl i howled outloud in my studio for you?
i howled for all the women who were searching for their circle.
i think that howl may have been for me too,
because in your presence
i feel the flight of birds.

in each of you, i see a goddess.
stronger than ever before i see venus, athena, maat,
goddesses i do not know the name of yet,
but in this life they are yours.

as i smudged each of you, in my turquoise skirt, holding my smoking sage, i felt like a goddess sister deborah in the temple; but this time i was a sister in the temple of debra.

i thought of you all day today.
it surprises me ~ and it doesn't surprise me.

in the hugs, i found the question:
how is it i know you?
but the answer is not simple.
i only know that i do. and that i have before.

i can only explain that we are all droplets of the ocean,
and as i deepen my understanding of this,
i find others who reflect me.
who feel like home.

i am in awe of each of you:
your beauty
your sharing
your big beautiful hearts
your BRAVEry
your opening

i witness the miracles of souls opening
and feel deeply blessed.

blessed be,
Leonie

Dearest Sone, Spider Spiral Woman

sonya, red spider spiral woman

Thank you for this weekend. I miss you already.

I loved it all. The little moments and the big.

Sitting around the table, sharing by the light of the never ending triple candle.

Showing you our favourite bookstore. You, me and Chris all sitting on that wooden bench, delighting in the books around us.

All of us getting the hankering for ice cream at once.

That beautiful golden labrador who loved us just as much as we loved him.


spirit arms

I love that I found that feather, stuck it in my hair, and promptly named myself Brave Eagle for the weekend. I love that Chris became Buff the Buffalo. That it was only feasible to give Charlie the totem name of Penguin. And that you decided to name yourself the first animal that presented itself to you...
and that we were standing outside the asian grocery store, and you exclaimed:
hey look! a redback spider! oh..... hang on...
and we laughed.
we went home and drew our totems on each other's arms in silver eyeshadow, and there they remain. Buff, Brave Eagle and Red Spider Spiral Woman.
i love that you honoured your name, just as it found you.



i love that feathers became an indelible part of our weekend journey. that everywhere we went, we found them, and tucked them into our hair. they became a part of our altar, our hair styles, and the way we danced through life.


sone and penguin laughing...

I love that you love my dog. And I love that he loves you so very much.
{What is it with you too? It is a past life connection indeed...}

i love that i said:
let's play goddess dress ups
and you said:
i wish we were friends when we were five. you would have been a great friend when i was five.
funny, coz i think the same about you.
and i pulled out every piece of goddess wear i owned on to the couch, and we played dress ups.
i "did your hair" like i did my sisters.
we put on delicious makeup and bindis, collected a bundle of shawls and cameras,
and walked down my street like it was the most natural thing on earth:
just two goddesses, going on a picnic.
little girls on bikes stared.
we sashayed our hips, let the breeze ripple our hair and float our dresses.
just two goddesses, going on a picnic.
we spoke of our intentions for our goddess photo shoot.
i want to show my soul.
and there on a beautiful green field filled with tiny flowers and tiny bees,
we took photos of each other with an old camera. one that makes that satisfying clicking sound and asks for film.



afterwards, we just lay there in the grass. smiling and sharing and feeling like two earth mamas. the hours trickled by. it was dreamlike and goddesslike and all things i want in a connection.



we watched the sky for a while,
then we rolled onto our bellies and watched the bees.
the wind blew over us, and we were cocooned there, on mother gaia's bosom, connected to every single thing on this earth.



when we got up to leave, we took this photo ~ and i think it says everything.
i felt so deeply in myself. i felt like we were speaking out of spirit. we were radiant again. we were reminded of our own magnificence.



remember how we giggled as we walked back to the house, and we both said how we hoped that the mushroom pate would be cooked by the time we got home? and as we walked up the stairs, the smell of mushrooms reached us, and I ran into the house to find my lover cooking it for us? that was magic. we can create exactly what we want sone spider woman... just weave our webs of intention, and watch it all happen.

remember how we played SARK's Creative dream game...
and all these things came spilling out of us ~ truth, hopes, fears,
and REALisations that fell out of our mouths before we could scoop them back up and pretend like they didn't happen. truths about procrastination and holding back and resistance to napping and ignoring our bodies.

and those two crystals... the sweet scented candles... the books in brown bags...

the bushwalk in the wetlands. afterwards, walking up to hanging rock, where we first met, you as my goddess of honour at my inner marriage ceremony. this time we were with chris. we went and sat on the rock again, looking out over the green valley, hearing the sounds of birds and trees and nothing else.
and when we looked back behind us, we saw chris sitting on another rock, his eyes closed, his head to one side, a peaceful smile upon his face. we ask later if he was nature dreaming. he replied: i was just listening... drinking it all in...

pancake breakfast.

chilled chrysanthemum tea.

mushroom pate and halva overdose.

waking up each morning and going into your room, to plop on your bed and start our morning that way. chatting and charlie.

I want you to know that I honoured our commitment to listen to our bodies more. Not just push through the tiredness in search of being more productive. This afternoon, I napped with him for the first time in a long time. It was a ginormous, gentle nap, and it was splendid.



my dear friend,
i believe in you.
thank you for being you.
thank you for the million magical moments.
i will carry these in my heart and spirit always.

love you,
leonie
brave eagle
xoxo

intent

tree at namadgi national park from last weekend's walk...

for months now, i have skitting around my intention for the busi-ness of creating. perhaps it has been something i have not wanted to look at all my life. i didn't allow myself the possibility of being an artist or writer after school - i did finance; studied at university doing economics and all manner of things for a while; became a public servant. but this life, this passion, this yearning called creativity followed me. it asked for my attention. it called me.

i stopped studying a year ago because i felt a deep need to leave space in my life for something to grow. i wasn't sure WHAT wanted to grow, but only that i needed to honour space to grow in my life. and i did, and the seeds that had been nourished in my earth for years blossomed. blossomed more wildly than i had imagined.

i began working part time three months ago, and started reading "the seed handbook."
i started doing all the exercises in it in my new blue busi-ness book, but came to a screeching halt when i got to the intentions section.

i participated in creative dream teams, and felt great big bounds of movement there. i said outloud: i really need to write to write my intentions for my busi-ness. it seemed like something to big to mount. i wondered what was stopping me.

i know now.

i realised today that the idea of having a creative business came with a degree of guilt or selfishness. i wondered exactly why i should expect to be abundant or rewarded doing something that i loved. i did not know how to resolve my spiritual yearnings with my creative desires to be successful. i couldn't figure out the economics of how i could illuminate my own life and others and earn a living at it. it seemed selfish to put a price on my gifts that i wished to share. there seemed to be some underlying issue of: WHY should i earn money from this?

the understanding is slowly coming together in glowing moments. the insights come and leave again. i know it will come in the fullness of time. i need not push to understand the great mystery.

i can begin to write my intention today. i can begin to see just how spirituality, creativity and busi-ness can be interwoven authentically.

to be radiant in this world. to make a living at being the very best me i can be. it seems so.... natural. to create a living by LIVING.

more will come later... more insight, a fuller insight into just how inherently important it is for each and every soul to do what they love, and share their light with the world.

for now, i set my intentions, watch and muse.
i write letters in the candlelight. wrap my fingers around the arms of the man i love, and see how his sky eyes look into me. curl into bed with a book. let the rainbows pour from my fingers. go to bed feeling like a vessel that has fulfilled its daily potential, and is now empty, ready to be replenised by deep sleep and lyrical dreams.

and tomorrow, a goddess arrives. a blissful weekend saunters ahead, filled with sweet laughter, delicious vegetarian food, deep connecting, creation sharing...


splendid sharings:::
~ swirly girl's stirrings
~ bohemian girl's millionaire spirit
~ quantum awareness

the gush post...

speak with passion and others can
feel the power of your words.
stop making sense and
start making love.
sometimes i think speaking and dancing
were separated at birth
and are longing to find each other again.
~ ben lee


This week I have been blown over, again and again by Ben Lee.

First by his music - his latest album "Awake is the new Sleep" {cover above}.
Love soaked, aware, joyful music. Conscious. A collection of love songs to the universe.

Then by his words - through his blog.
Love soaked, aware, joyful words. His conscious journey.
His time in India with Amma. Falling in love with the world and with himself.

It is so beautiful to see someone outside of us doing this. Speaking this and living this.

Can I gush anymore?


"woke up this morning
i suddenly realized
were all in this together
i started smiling
cos you were smiling
and were all in this together
im made of atoms
youre made of atoms
and were all in this together
and long division
just doesnt matter
cos were all in this together"
~ All in this together, Ben Lee


other things i can gush over this week:
:: japanese fashion illustration:: thich nhat hanh's "peace in every step"
:: india arie
:: sacred earth designs
:: posters from 1920s paris
:: wild earth art
:: watercolour paper
:: my gorgeous goddess sister sonya coming to stay for the weekend
:: nancy faulkner art
:: rainbows spilling on paper
:: josephine wall desktop wallpapers
:: the man i love and his blue sky eyes...

equinity and divinity

me and jeremiah, dec 05

the sound of a fiddle starts up...
and somewhere in the space between the music beginning and a song starting,
i get lost in the past. i find myself on the back of a horse, riding the dusty trails behind cattle on our farm near Bowen. i think i was 10.
the moments merge and fuse so closely together, it seems only a heart beat away that i was there. or maybe the two co-exist together now. that consciousness meets this consciousness.

i was a cowgirl when i was a kid. the smell of horses is still my favourite scent in the world. my little sister and i both have a peculiar obsession with the scent of our saddle shed - leather and oils; dust and years.
she and i would make up our own radio station as we rode along towards the cattle, singing songs, making announcements. SisterFM.

those were the days i remember in books:
the green wind
my story
famous five
i would stay up to the early hours of the morning reading obsessively.
the bookworm cowgirl.

i am a long way from home and the horses.
the books still remain, and somehow the dusty trails, the plod of cattle and the sway of horses has become embedded in me. the moments meld and interweave.
i am living the dream she dreamed of on that horse.
she is living the memory i dream of now.


"Spirituality is the sacred center out of which all life comes, including Mondays and Tuesdays and rainy Saturday afternoons in all their mundane and glorious detail... The spiritual journey is the soul's life commingling with ordinary life."

~ Christina Baldwin

love sonnet to you

it feels fragile there,
on a leaf,
waiting for your wings to dry.
it feels fragile being outside of the boxes of mind.
it feels fragile leaving the tightly woven cocoon.

i feel it too.

each of us taking courageous leaps of faith,
leaving behind the dark warmth of cocooning,
to find the light.

each of us on our little leaves,
buffeted by the wind,
concentrating so hard on:
hold on hold on hold on.
each of us feeling
alone and small
and a teensy bit broken.

i feel it too.

but what happens if we stop looking at our grasping feet?
what happens if the butterfly looks around?

it will see that its shaking leaf is attached to a twig.
that twig forms part of a tree.
and that tree - that whole damn tree is covered with leaves.
and on each trembling leaf is a butterfly.

imagine that.
a whole tree of butterflies around you.
all feeling a little bit courageous,
a little bit unsure,
and a little bit just like you.

just waiting to take flight.

a whole tree of butterflies.

tribe...

my tribe

Something magical happens when women circle. We share our stories - the stories of hope, suffering, change, transformation, pain, joy... and in these stories we begin to see ourselves. Each woman becomes a muse, an archetype, sharing the ancient tales of life.

We experience fear, and find the feet to move through it. We experience anger, and are allowed it. Our hearts break and mend. Our spirits begin to soar. Our faces are reflected in the warm light of those circling us. They know my stories, just as I know theirs. The joys are doubled. We become witnesses to the bounds, stumblings and leaps of the human soul.

Yes, there is deep relief to be found there, in the arms of a womens circle. We become our truest, rawest, most divine, human selves. We are no one's lover, mother, boss, wife in those hours there. We are only ourselves.

This ancient rite of circling... of story sharing... of women raising light and seeing herself in every other...

Divinely protected, and always connected.

witnessing...

a hundred wishes swaying in the wind...

my feet are covered in earth.
when i walk, i feel deeply connected, energetic roots through my mind down through my curved belly, strong legs, wide feet.

i feel at peace.

for lunch, some friends and i had a picnic of vegetarian burritos in the enchanted forest of the park.

afterwards, we lay back, watched the streaming light through the leaves.

i felt deeply happy.

i felt in myself.

there was great bliss to be found there:

lying in the earth, gazing up at the trees and the sky,
being so aware and honouring the beauty that surrounds us
in each sway of the branch, each leaf falling to earth, each shimmering mosaic of green in each tree.

i felt real there...
digging my bare feet into the soil,
just witnessing these miracles unfolding....

what to speak about...

photo of me, by debRA...
this is what it feels like to be me lately...


do i speak of my light sensitivity?
the last few afternoons have been painful to be driven home in - the golden yellow light of sunset seems to strike me right in the mind... so painful i've had to curl up in the passenger seat, hands over face until we pulled up into the sweet relief in the shadow of the mountain by our house...

and then i read this morning of the pineal gland which registers light... and sits behind the third eye.

at women's circle on monday, deb led us through a powerful and beautiful chakra meditation, i really FELT my third eye radiating and twirling and open.

open third eye... extra light sensitivity... to me, they seem intertwined.

if anyone has any ideas on how to be slightly less sensitive to light, but still be wonderfully in feeling with their third eye chakra, i am all ears. or eyes.

:)


Light can be gentle, dangerous, dreamlike, bare, living, dead, misty, clear, hot, dark, violet, springlike, falling, straight, sensual, limited, poisonous, calm and soft.
~ Sven Nykvist

did you hear...

breathe ~ geishaman goddess
acrylic, dried rose petals, mixed media on canvas


did you hear it last night?
the unmistakable sound of laughter, reverence, connections, silence?

last night...
in the gloaming loaming of full moon
my women's circle circled once more...

we shared and we meditated
and we heard the stories of the ancients,
the triple goddess,
and i learned of my chakras and
felt the twisting lily roots of the third eye
twirling majestically in my forehead.

i softly howled at the moon
and juliana said to me:
she who cannot howl cannot find her own tribe.

i wonder if you heard us
speaking of you under the full moon last night
we were standing on the street after
in the darkness, in the luminous glowing of distant streetlight
and a full bellied moon

i said:
i really believe in her you know.
the kernel of the goddess that hears me when I speak.
in you. in every woman.

and so on, and so forth, we spoke of you,
with love and reference and knowing and belief and tender care...

i really believe in each of you.


~~~
{P.S. If you're:
1. In Canberra
2. A woman
3. Interested in joining the women's circle
email me}

Adventures in the land less commerce...

The changes are coming thick and strong lately.
As a Scorpio, with a Scorpio partner, we thrive on changes...
yet the last two months have been such big ones that I wonder at the sudden push from the Universe to become who we need to be.

Two months ago I decided overnight to become vegetarian.
It has been easy enough, apart from the two occasions I have unwittingly eaten ham.
I find myself more conscious of how I choose to nourish myself, as well as changing my eating plans fairly radically. Hello salads, hello hommus, hello antipasto wraps!

Less than a month ago, we turned off our cable and moved our TV out of our living space. No more crap TV. The occasional documentary or video. No more wasting every night taking in the reality of someone else's world that I didn't particularly want to be a part of.
More time for reading, creating, connecting, doodling. Falling in love again. (I have a little smile playing on my lips just thinking of him right now.)

And yesterday we decided to start Buy Nothing Weekends. Every second weekend is one of them. No prowling the shopping centres for "entertainment." I can hold out from the art store. We can make our groceries last - I feel like we are just piling groceries on top of groceries with our weekly shop. *BUY NOTHING WEEKENDS* Just how good does that sound? It sounds back to basics. It sounds like simple abundance. And it sounds like money saved to go towards our dreams.

Changes in our midst, swilling, swirling,
Like buffalos at the backs of our knees, pushing us forward.

Igniting the heart...

"Sometimes our light goes out
but is blown into flame
by another human being.
Each of us owes deepest thanks
to those who have rekindled this light."
-Albert Schweitzer

we celebrated my divine friend juliana's birthing*day last night...
with pistachio cake and portugese music.
it was so good to see my women again after the break of the holidays...
when we saw each other again, we held each other tightly, breathing into each other's embrace.


louie, juli, bee, debRA, raq, me...

how do i count the blessings of my women's circle?
these are women who have held me when i am quaking in my boots at the thought of the next courageous leap to take... they have cheered me on and celebrated wildly in my own joys...
they have inspired me with their own courageous living of life ~
whether it be climbing mountains, changing jobs, going to the dark places of the soul, chasing dreams, going home, or allowing oneself to fall deeply in love.
gracefully, they have shared the stories of their lives, and i have learned from them.
they have heard mine. they let me be heard.
they have emPOWERed me each in their own way to honour my inner goddess, to be present, be here, and be real.
there are a thousand magic moments intermelded when i think of these women.
how we laughed last valentine's day, surrounded by mountains of chocolate and the outpourings of hearts.
how we have walked the labyrinth.
how we have sat in circle, passing the talking stick. around and around. story after story. the deepest of joys, and the biggest of fears.
how we have meditated together. feasted together. created together.

i honour each of them,
and i honour their birthing.

{especially you right now, huli}


a doormat wandered past last night...

You, my goddess sisters, are the best catch ever.

What ifs make it exciting

Walking the Labyrinth... photo by DebRA Namara


"There will be what ifs... and there will be maybes. There will always be reasons to not do something. But those are the bits that makes it exciting..."
~ Ewan MacGregor "Long Way Round"

"There is wisdom in not knowing, and it is a wise person who can say, "I don't know."
~ Daily Om


From journal, letter to self:

Dear You,

Do not spend your time worrying what others think of you;
whether you could inspire the inspiring;
what connections should or could be made.
just let it be.

Take solace in your journal.
Pour it out there.
Take solace in the light streaming into your studio.
Find comfort there. Be guided there.

Stride on, my beautiful self.
Take leap of faith after leap of faith.
I'll be right here. Cheering you on from the luminous streaks of the universe.
Laughing with you in stairwells.
Just be honest with YOU. Be honest about YOU.
Live YOU.

love you,
Leonie

What if I...

More what if questions...

What if I started doing what felt right to ME - even if it seemed not sensible to the rest of the world?

What if I sashayed with spirit?

What if I became more intimately aquainted with all shades of grey, instead of being a great afficiondo of black/white?

What if I acknowledged that sometimes the right answer can be beguilingly difficult to see?

What if I wafted in not knowing either?

What if I just said YES I HEAR YOU instead of setting out to save the world?

What if I said no to something because a yes would only be for money or other's expectations?

What if...

What if I lived in trees?

What if I put more faith in this universe, in Mother Gaia?

What if I really, truly believed that when I live my life as radiantly, truthfully, creatively, and Leonie~like as possible, I would be doing the GREATEST thing for this earth?

What if these questions are vitally important?


And a random Quote from the day at work:

BQ: Ignore me, I'm just calling out comments from the peanut gallery...
Me: Ooh, I could do with some peanuts...
EJ: What? Peanuts? I could do with some cashews!
BQ: Hey! Do you know how cashews are grown? They grow singularly out of the bottom of the fruit of the cashew tree. That's why they are so expensive - only one per fruit!

Freaky, but true. And an interesting, albeit a rather random discussion. I feel like I've learned something new today...


What if I learned something new every single day of my life?

What if I said WOW at something... every single day of my life.

I...

I am open to the perfect path of life.

I am open to the perfect path of life.

I am open to the perfect path of life.

the magic moment...

look mum, i'm flying...


i decided to spend some time in the studio last night really cultivating my dreams. i followed spirit and opened the windows, letting the cool evening breeze in. i didn't turn music on like normal. i lit one candle, inscribed with a goddess. i didn't turn the lights on, i just painted in the twilight. i was spilling blues on to paper, living in the magic moment, and i looked up and out the window - and there in the sky, radiant, glowing, looking at me, was the most beautiful waxing moon - grandmother moon roundening into her fullness. she was watching me, and i felt so close to her... i got such a delicious feeling in my belly and in my spirit. there, creating by candlelight, with the moon shining upon my soul.

What is deeply satisfying to me...

... this tiny little drip on the edge of a painting.
... watching the clock change all four spaces - it happens four times a day. from 9:59 to 10:00, then 12:59 to 1:00. i have been deeply satisfied watching this transition ever since I was a kid.
... the indian swirls on my skirt
... thick black journals
... writing on two sides of my journal pages
... lowering the qi in tai chi, and doing those funny arm windmill things
... the knowing that the only opinion that counts is your own
... each night for the last week going to bed exhausted. feeling i had served my purpose for the day. feeling like a warm, worn vessel that is filled with coloured milk each morning, and i spend each day spill, spill, spilling it onto paper. a good kind of exhaustion. knowing that i have LIVED.
... rediscovering what is deeply satisfying to me.

My life's work is PLAY

"Even if you have a lot of work to do, if you think of it as wonderful, and if you feel it as wonderful, it will transform into the energy of joy and fire, instead of becoming a burden."

Tulku Thondup Rinpoche
The Practice of Dzogchen

knowing...

"What the caterpillar sees as the end, the butterfly knows is just the beginning."
~ unknown

The leaves, the tendrils, the colours they unfurl
My world becomes washed with: turquoise, magenta, vermillion, lime
The walls and sky are watercolour paper
Hand becomes brush, just as rider becomes horse.

The swilling thought of studio mind.

Watching the sun rise yesterday, the morning shine dripping vivid down green leaves in our front yard.

At a picnic, I spot a white feather where there was not one before.
It is surely one fallen from an angel's wing...

The images drop on to the page. Create, create, create, until I am empty. I wander away, and my cup is refilled again, ready to spout and sprout.

I dreamt some nights ago that I was birthing flowers, and they spun out from between my legs. Flowers upon flowers. Giving birth to flowers...

I ponder that the Great Unknown may be the most knowing thing of all.

Playfulness...

picnic in the park with nick and dave yesterday...
we ate dave's famous love~soaked dahl
and giggled relentlessly trying to take the perfect three person self portrait


deni has tagged me to play...

Four jobs I've had:
Fish and chip shop sales assistant
Legal secretary
Public servant
and daily ~ an all round goddess and Joy*fairy

Four Movies I can watch over and over:
High Fidelity
Clueless
Truth about Cats and Dogs
Pride and Prejudice

Four Places I've Lived:
Proserpine, North Queensland
Townsville, North Queensland
Charters Towers, North Queensland
Canberra

Four TV shows I love:
No longer watching TV shows... yippeee!
Instead watching the Long Way Round series on DVD

Four places I've vacationed:
Malaysia
Hamilton Island
Sydney
more adventures to come...

Four of my favorite dishes:
Dave's dahl
Felafel kebabs
Tofu laksa
Juliana's sweet Brazilian balls {bwahaha, that sounds naughty!}

Four sites I visit daily:
currently on an Artist's Way inspired media break.
otherwise it is keri :: andrea :: swirly :: deni

Four places I would rather be right now:
In my studio.
In the moment.
Sailing down the Ganges.
Hiking.

Four bloggers I'm tagging:
Sonya
Gail
Lisa Marie
wanna be tagged? this space is allll yours...

Leonie's special break every rule extra four questions...

Four things that delighted me today
A statue of a fairy on a unicorn
Phone sparks and delightful conversations
The feeling of my heart growing bigger with dreaminess
Changes in the sky which made me wonder*filled

Four universal insights
That my heart is big and beautiful
That my dreams ARE already coming true
That we are all just droplets of water going back to the ocean
My dog is love and clown incarnate

Four books which have made me gasp recently
Julia Cameron's Letters to a young artist
Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet {found a secondhand copy today}
Norton Juster's The Phantom Tollbooth {sacred kids adventure book}
Paris 1900: The Art of the Poster artbook

Four ways I have chosen to love me
I love that I have changed my life to be less tv, less computer, more creating, more connecting
I love that I now know that I deserve the BIG LOVE
I love that I took the leap to work more as an artist
I love that I marvel at every.thing.in.this.world.

my favourite colour is turquoise

Life is art...
all of it.
I'm taking a retreat into Leonie~land.
Less computering. More creating.

Had the BEST time tonight.
I got home, opened all the windows open in my studio,
let the summer evening in, turned up India Arie,
and painted. Painted. Turned through old journals and delighted in recreating those images. Chuckling over turquoise swimming on paper with glee.

And that's all I have to say really,
because it's the best thing of all.

I was chuckling over turquoise paint swimming on watercolour paper.

You can.

goddess statue with strawberry leaves


from a letter written today...

i've noticed that there seems to be a real feel of manifestion energy in the air the last couple of weeks... i see others around me taking remarkable leaps of faith {as am i}, and opening up to the abundant opportunities. connections seems to be a big one too lately... i see how interweaved life is.

my friend debRA said to me yesterday:
everyday now, i've been walking through cobwebs. five or six a day. they keep telling me: weave the web, there are many connections to be made.

so like spiders spinning silk, we weave and connect, and we find all parts of ourselves in the cosmic cobweb that is our life. even the bits that got torn away in the wind, the leaves that got stuck to us... this is us, the shimmering mirage that is at once the most mystical and real thing that has ever happened to us.

i just met a lady in the corridor at work... in these sometimes dry corridors of public service life, there are oasi of joy and conscious living. this lady is one of those ~ small and fairy like, with blue eyes. she is one weekend away from becoming a full yoga instructor. we spoke about tipis and dreaming and art and her purple yoga studio. all these shimmering webs woven between our hearts. she said ~ i think this year is going to be big. last year was more turmoil, but this one is about abundance.
i replied from somewhere above me ~ it's the lotus growing from the mud.

i feel really SEEN right now,
like there are buffalos behind my knees pushing me forward,
and i find myself in the bright light of day,
looking around, seeing all my dreams manifest.
it CAN HAPPEN.

don't wonder HOW. just dream what you want to dream. believe in it.
IT WILL HAPPEN.

from a sticker at debra's desk this morning:

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL?


now, if you'll excuse me,
i'm off to go chase some dreams.