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Elders say the wheel of life is turning in the direction of regeneration, a birthing time to rebuild our world with love, harmony, and balance. The out of balance ways are coming undone and falling ap…

Elders say the wheel…

Elders say the wheel of life is turning in the direction of regeneration, a birthing time to rebuild our world with love, harmony, and balance. The out of balance ways are coming undone and falling apart. We are standing in a threshold between worlds. How can we move with these currents of change to re-vision, re-member, and reset balance in our world? In a recent ceremony, spirits are showing that we’ve barely touched our toes in the waters of healing. We have limited ideas about what healing and transformation are, how these processes happen, who is involved, and what the outcomes should b…

In the threshold between our earth’s seasons, we gather the gifts of what is and has been while Moving with the momentum of change. Each step we take, every choice we make, each thought we think and…

In the threshold bet…

In the threshold between our earth’s seasons, we gather the gifts of what is and has been while Moving with the momentum of change. Each step we take, every choice we make, each thought we think and word that we speak, shapes what’s coming alive in our inner landscapes and the outer world.   When wintertime settles into the red rock mesas of northern New Mexico, the blue skies grow still after geese and sandhill cranes fly by boisterously celebrating their migrations south. I rarely cross paths with coyotes and rabbits, though their tracks may be found in the snow, mud, and sandy soil. Th…

Today I saw a butterfly her blue speckled wings glistened in the sunlight the magic of her metamorphosis danced around in the winds She flew over the sagebrush and landed on red sandy soil resting aw…

Today I saw a butter…

Today I saw a butterfly her blue speckled wings glistened in the sunlight the magic of her metamorphosis danced around in the winds She flew over the sagebrush and landed on red sandy soil resting awhile opening and closing her wings a silent rhythmic drumbeat sending wave after wave of the knowledge she holds about naturally transforming I’m following the path of Butterfly together we can join the dance of the butterflies in the passionate pursuit of becoming fully who we are here to be We too can create space for transformation sheltering dissolving dismantling what has been shaping new …

Solstice, Equinox, and New Moon are my cherished holidays. I’m drawn toward these transitional passages, awed by their essential part in creation, curious about the purposes and effects of such vast…

Solstice, Equinox, a…

Solstice, Equinox, and New Moon are my cherished holidays. I’m drawn toward these transitional passages, awed by their essential part in creation, curious about the purposes and effects of such vast and ancient natural cycles. The shifting of seasons, the turning of the times, opens space for transformations to come alive. I love the wonder of opening into new cycles, finding my way in the mystery and unknowns, honoring the dying away of what has been, exploring and seeding and holding potentials for the birthings of what can be. A sense of belonging, the knowingness of home, the spaciousnes…