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DONA BERNA, HOLY MOUNTAIN UMANTAY, PERU

Many paths lead to the mountain.

Your vision arises from your journey, unique to each of us. Many have not yet made it to the mountain. Many wander in the valley. Yet for those that have begun the climb know that your vision is needed.

The climb requires a heart of courage. It is a fearless trek. As we near the summit, our highest vision, the path becomes very narrow. One must stay dedicated to reach the top. The terrain may be rugged yet the path remains clear. Divine guidance is always reaching towards us to illuminate the way.

Offer gratitude for how far you have come. Live with intention. Let your vision be the guiding force in your life. It does not matter whether you see your vision to completion in this very short span of time that you have here. If you do, vision bigger.

Your vision is your legacy. It is your imprint. This is what you leave behind long after you are gone. Your vision lives on through time and space through your intent. Even when you no longer exist in human form, your intent lives beyond the finite existence of your body. There is no need to know how to create a new world order or when it will happen but rather know that it is time.

This is what is so desperately needed now on our planet.

excerpt from the forthcoming “A Feminine Path to Enlightenment”

LOST & FOUND

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This is a glimpse along the road to the Monastery in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Thirteen miles off the highway is Christ in the Desert where an order of Benedictine Monks have lived and worked for over fifty years.

It is in the midst of this wild landscape that I, along with my dog Jethro, were lost last November, only to be found by Search and Rescue 36 hours later. Without food, water or adequate clothing, we were ill prepared for our fate yet never did a moment of fear or worry descend. A deep sense of protection from the Spirits of the Holy Mountains kept us safe, as day turned to night and back again.

I continue to return here, called by wide open trails as ravens caw in circles over my head. Wild birds sing melodies I have never heard before. I barely see a soul on this early morning run. My dog Jethro sits at home, spared from the dry desert heat.

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I am alone in this untamed wilderness. How have I been graced to be deep in communion with a place of such profound beauty on Earth? A reverence for this land that kept us free from harm seeps into my bones.

I know my time here, like everything else, will come to an end. Everything and everyone that is a part of my life will eventually be lost to me. Just as the morning has already passed as I sit here writing, all that I know will perish from my life with time.

Each breath reminds me I am alone. As I imagine my life without anyone I know to cling to, I am left with nothing other than an inward eye to rely on.

In this solo reverie with the undomesticated force of Nature, I am alone, yet also a part of, this untamed wildness.

I am the holy mountain.

I am the sacred land.

I am the bird song.

It is here, in my aloneness,

in a place once lost,

I come home to be found.

 

 

IMG_0698.jpgLove your fear.

Thank your fear.

Be patient with your fear.

Hold your fear as a beloved for it is sacred. No less sacred than your love. Do not diminish or condemn your fear like it is some lower aspect of your self. Do not treat your fear as if it were unworthy for it is not. It is worthy. It is of you and as such your fear deserves your love and attention.

It is the abandonment of all aspects that you deem unworthy that cause suffering and blocks the joy, happiness and abundance you seek for this is what wants to flow to you.

This is the truth of the Universe.

excerpt from the forthcoming A Feminine Path to Enlightenment

THE WAY OF LIGHT

A year ago I held the hand of the father of my daughters as he took his last breath. Grief IMG_5544seeped into every facet of my life placing projects, dreams, hopes and aspirations into little black boxes that felt shut tight forever.

But Death is only one part of the human cycle of evolution.

There is also Life.

And there is Rebirth.

I return to a project I abandoned. Words written years ago feel like a huge does of medicine for me now.

What is the purpose of a spiritual journey, be it steeped in religion or not? Our purpose is to make a difference, to know that our life matters. We do this india%20karen%20068through our heart for it is our heart that touches another.

It is our heart that fills us with a feeling of light. The spiritual journey asks us to let the light of our heart be our guide. It asks us to trust that the light knows where it needs to go. The journey asks us to bring more and more to light within our self.

To be in light is to be enlightened. The way of light is the way of all seekers. We are seeking light yet it is not found by seeking.

We must search until the search becomes exhausted, until darkness descends. Darkness is where light can be found. We are always looking for light but look to darkness. Surrender into all that you are afraid to feel. For it is in your darkest moment light will appear.

Enlightenment is like that.

excerpt from the forthcoming “A Feminine Path to Enlightenment” 

 

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May All Beings Be Happy, May All Beings Be Safe, May All Beings Everywhere Know Peace.

I did not set out to write about peace on Memorial Day but the two serendipitously collided. My writing practice this morning was prompted by an inquiry into my deepest life intentions.

My own path to peace has not been strewn with rose petals or guided by rainbows. Peace has been dug in dark trenches of all that is not peace.

The only equation I could come up with as a child was anger equals violence. Weapons were the back of a hand or a wooden spoon. The threat of violence was equally terrifying as in “don’t make me get my belt.”

Home was a mine field. Explosions could be triggered by eyes that shifted the wrong way or words you could not choke back that muttered through the breath. A smile could be wiped off your face by any means necessary.

The last remnants of a regime that spared the rod and spoiled the child reigned supreme. I found no solace for the perpetrators were the protectors. When violence and threats are used to maintain order and control fear is the fallout.

Without ammunition of my own the only defense was an inner armor. Solid walls of protection were erected to keep feelings out, all of them. The amount of tension required to build an internal fortress is colossal.

The little girl frozen in fear still lives in me. The weight of her armor makes my heart weary for rest. Yet the armor has been the only protection against a world perceived of threat. This world within me is no different than the world around me.

The walls can not be penetrated by force or sheer will. A current of tears melts feelings frozen in fear. Feelings that crash and tumble until the waters of a weary heart can come to rest.

When the shield dissolves, peace abides.

Without defense, love can reign.

When weapons lay down, beauty abounds.

If we let ourself travel clear through to the other side of what peace is not, peace is possible.

Not only for me,
but peace is possible,
for us all.

My head drops to the floor every morning, a ritual that has taken place for the past twenty years. I bow to bring the breath of my heart in rhythm with gratitude.

Gratitude is not always easy for me to find, even in the midst of abundance. What am I grateful for as I lay in the darkness of the world between dreaming and waking?

My morning prayer is in gratitude for my body. As I thank the breath that fills my body I remember the medicine I wrote of years ago. The following is an excerpt from A Structure for Spirit. 

“Do you know anyone who would work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, day in and day out, never taking a break and never once receiving a thank you for their tireless efforts? The jobs required to sustain your life every day are endless.

The guided meditation Attitude of Gratitude (below) will cultivate a sacred appreciation of your body. 

What is one thing you can do today to show appreciation for your body and honor its needs?”

an offering from A Structure for Spirit

A NEW FRONTIER

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Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, New Mexico 2011

We are entering a new frontier so the edge is unknown, the boundaries uncertain.

We are not sure of where we are headed since the road map has yet to be written.

You are the mapmaker.

You are the pioneer.

You are venturing forth just like every explorer that has come before you.

You stand on the precipice of discovery,
but this discovery is not out there somewhere but rather inside you.

And you discover that the change you create within you
is the change you see in the world.

For you are not separate.

You are that powerful.

You are that creative.

You matter that much.

excerpt from “A Feminine Path to Enlightenment”

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