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Love’s call


Let no one tell you who you are.
Let every wind, tree and bird show your deepest, vastest nature
beneath all the layers of skin,
hardened over years of pulling away from the inexorable vortex within;
the mirage of mirrors of clothing
and hats
and too-quick words
that lean us away from Love’s freefall,
into echoing despair.

Where is the pulse of your belly?
The ocean of your chest?
the Cosmos of your Sacred heart?
Oh let us free it all into wildness, together.

Let go into the infinite that has no definition,

only the tears of your cracking chest
the breath of your soul
that will pulse forever
like a beacon,
and a torch
calling always to truth.


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Loving and Fear


“What do I fear most in this life?” I ask my subconscious. The answer comes – it is the lie.

The lie that lays behind the half-truth, the closed eyes. The lie that closes doors rather than opening them.

What I fear most in this life is the lie that causes decay and rot. A fermenting of unspoken words. A half-light of awareness.

What I fear most is the dark that comes from this lie. I do not fear the pure dark; the blackness of night nor the void space that births stars. Rather I fear our turning away from it – light or dark. The veil we place over our eyes and ears when we turn from truth. The truth that is found in both the dark and the light as two expressions of the One.

I used to tremble at the weak spots in my psyche that whine for safety and sameness. I see now that I claim them, more and more with each day. And in my claiming I am loving them. Perhaps more true is that I may be afraid of my UNseeing of them. That is what gives me true discomfort. And yet I know that, the deeper and more unconditionally I love all places in self or “other”, all that has been hidden and shamed will gently reveal in Divine readiness. In truth I do not fear the asleep consciousness in us all. It is an essential foundation for our functioning.

What I fear most is the vastness of my light, the magnitude of Being. The astounding, incomprehensible power of Divine essence that can bring only the death of all that is false. But who is this “I” who feels the discomfort? It is but the small self. The social self, who clings to fragments of life rafts of identity.

There is a place that can show in my soul that worries that I will not have the courage when all is stripped away to stand bare, weeping, wounded and free from every label, every strip of identification. To stand in my infinite stature as the magnficent Being and ambassador of light that I am. And, as I remember, again and again, not to believe the story of the fear, I caress those places – whether in psyche or soul – with the softest balm of love, letting them be exactly as they are.

Will I hold this head clear, easy and strong? Or crumble to the earth in shame? Will I hold humility in my cells equally to the sovereignty and realization?

The “I” that is, was and always shall be knows no fear. For “I” am love. Of love. Inseparable, vast and impenetrable.

Fear is also the birthing of Universes from the belly of Source and Her curiosity to see life expand and evolve through the contrast of duality. It is the necessary mirror to the brilliance of Divine love. There can only be fear prevailing where we turn away from our own darkness. As lovingness fills our very DNA, deeper and deeper, the ocean holds and bathes every expression and shade of our Beingness. The deeper we are called, the free-er we can rise.

There is only fear where Love is not. Love can go to any place – if it is invited. Like the angels! But first there must be a call – spoken or unspoken. A deep – soul–deep – invitation that no matter what, above all, is love. A willingness to meet the fire and the heart-shattering tenderness both. To receive it into our deepest recesses, squirming at the alchemy with our pains. And to offer our human forms as vehicles and containers for infinite love.


What is it I fear most in this life, for nothing can kill me, I am eternal? Life is eternal. I am born and never die. Only forms change. And through each form, a myriad and multitude of galaxies of experience; of touches and tears; agony and joys.

When I return home to love there is no fear. As I breathe it in, Universal, unending and as vast as I can conceive and taste, fear is cradled and comforted as a newborn baby. All softens in unlimited tenderness. The hard edges of anxiety or terror are met with the waves of the ocean which washes them clean. Fear and love take hands and dance, laughing at the pure joy of innocence and the Divine design. It is the ocean of limitless love that carries the wave of panic. Softens it, meeting it until it dissolves in a billion bubbles, indistinguishable from any droplet in the sea.

And so our prayers for the waters are also our embracing of fears. The most ancient, primal and rudimentary of fears. I CAN survive. I CAN Live – and walk upon this blue green planet in strength and peace and harmony with my brothers and sisters.

I see you fear. I look on you with unflinching loving. I see the shadows that lurk in you. The unspoken ones. The buried ones. And I vow not to deny you nor turn in shame. You are the messenger of the Divine calling me closer, deeper.

In understanding your true essence and staying present with your gifts, I am born. And yet not born, for I always was. Always existing. Ever present as Love and Truth.


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Heaven on Earth

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I’d like to share a short piece, written a month ago when I was newly arrived back from leading a group on Sacred Healing Retreat in Andalucia. As the weeks have passed and I knew I just needed to walk day by day, it seems almost like a dream. Yet, within my bones, cells are different. My skin still holds the memories of the warmth. The scent of the jasmine is still in my nostrils. My feet will stand on that hot, dry earth once more.

“Nine months in the womb, a week shared in sacred healing, under the sun, held by the power and beauty of the mountains, kissed by the sun, cleansed by the river, surrounded by abundance on every turn and loved by each other. Joy, lightness, space, freedom, the deep nurturing power of the Divine Mother, soul food, adventure, stars. This is but a flavour of the Sacred Healing Retreat, in Las Alpujarras, Andalucia. Though I had known for a long time I am called to the sun, and Life had made it clear exactly where I was to go, even giving me a map (!), I could not have anticipated what a special and powerful place of healing this is.

As Sandra Ingerman says, “For what we can do as one is exponentially increased when we work together.” Bring together five beautiful souls, a strong sacred intention, divine guidance and the power of this very special land, as well as all our divine support and what was birthed was deeply beautiful and powerful. Part of our work was sharing the blessings of a re-awakened ascension energy system I have been asked to help bring forth and the effects and reverberations from this work will surely ripple out over coming months.  As we all reflected on closing, words are, nor could never be, enough, perhaps because our experiences were of the heart and spirit; so much more than our minds could hold attempt to express, certainly at this point.

And for me, I also came home, physically, to a place of sun, warmth, great beauty, power and healing potential. My journey over the past year and more has been through doubt and resistance into a greater stepping into the truth of who I am and why I am here. As one of my dear fellow travellers pointed out, I just spent a week, doing what I was born to do.

Many doors have opened and beckon me to step over the threshold, trusting that Life will, as always, support that which I am truly called to do, be and create in the world. I am so deeply touched and humbled that an offering I am guided to bring forth can bring so much to others and my intent is strengthened to listen more carefully and act with more courage in divine service. I am so deeply grateful to my soul brother and sisters who showed such faith, not just in me and the retreat but even moreso, in their own process, their own path.  At many points, we stood in awe, of where we were; what we were experiencing; in wonderment at the blessings Life brings forth if we only allow.

At this moment, adjustment to life requires much rest and tenderness. I will be back to these lands, this I know, and before long I hope. This first Sacred Space will forever hold a very tender place in my heart as will my dear friends who dived into our adventure with such open hearts and with such beauty. Muchas gracias a todos! Heaven on Earth indeed.”