We are opening up
in sweet surrender
to the Luminous Love Light of the ONE.
Laying in a bed of healing dirt from Chimayo,
our intentions are held by our Divine Mother, Pachamama,
who manifests in form as our Earth Mother.
Our form returns to her.
We are ONE with our Mother.
Help us Creator to understand the Laws of Nature
so we may come to know our true Nature.
Lizard holds what is ready to die so we break free from what binds us.
A sunflower at the end of its life cycle found while running in Santa Fe
reminds us of the cycles of birth, death and rebirth.
Help us Creator to surrender to these cycles within us,
to trust and honor Death
so we may be reborn.
A shell holds seeds of a sunflower,
the symbolic seeds of our own awakening.
Prayers are blown inot kintus placed
in the four directions for balance.
White rose petals hold the purity of our prayers
and honors the wisdom of the Apus and the Light above.
Red rose petals honor Pachamama
and weaves our bellies more deeply
to the belly of Pachamama.
May our heartbeat be one with our Mother.
Yellow rose petals opens the channels of communication with Spirit
so we may deepen the trust in our intuition
and see through the eyes of our heart.
Sweet offerings feed our prayers.
So excited was I to see cotton growing alongside the road
in Garfield, NM last week that
I stopped to take a picture
(this city girl is new to rural living!)
Thank you Pachamama
for the abundance of your gifts in ceremony.
As above, so below
as cotton grows from the ground
and appears in the sky above
in the Land of Enchantment.
This cotton covers our prayers and intentions
and represents the Upper World where dreams and visions are born.
A sunflower sits in the center as our
FULLY BLOSSOMED SELF,
also sitting as seeds below in the heart of our despacho.
Flower blesssings of red, white and yellow rose petals along with
sparkles, sprinkles, gold and silver sugars feed our dreams in the Upper World.
Our despacho is folded and tied up like a gift.
It is never too late to add a prayer or intention for
a forgotten prayer holder is tied outside to
hold our prayers through time and space.
It sits on my altar with my mesa
as it waits for the fire.
We are stardust,
We are golden,
We are billion year old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.