Seed Time

Trail to Mt Sanitas

On Winter Solstice, we officially entered into Seed Time in the northern hemisphere. The sun moved into the sign of earthy Capricorn, the master of building and manifesting.

Winter is the time in Mama Earth’s cycle when she becomes still and appears to be lifeless. But beneath the surface, our earthy mother is very much alive; she is quietly gestating  seeds for the new year, loving and holding them safe in the dark. This time of holding in the dark ensures that when spring arrives, the new seeds will be ready to sprout and grow.

What is yearning to come into your life now?

How does the Universe want each of us to sprout and grow in 2015?

Let’s get still and listen in the darkness…

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“Creativity – like human life itself – begins in darkness.”

~Julia Cameron

What if the Temple was the Earth?

What if the Temple was the Earth?

What If?

What if our religion was each other?

If our practice was our life?

If prayer was our words?

What if the Temple was the Earth?

If forests were our church?

If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?

What if meditation was our relationships?

If the Teacher was life?

If wisdom was self-knowledge?

If love was the center of our being

~Ganga White

The Soul, Like the Moon

 

Moon Starfish
Moon Starfish

The soul, like the moon,

is new, and always new again.

 

And I have seen the ocean

continuously creating.

 

Since I scoured my mind

and my body, I too

am new, each moment new. 

 

My teacher told me one thing,

live in the soul. 

 

When that was so,

I began to go naked,

and dance. 

 

~Lalla, 14th century Kashmir,
Translation by  Coleman Barks

Hum the Truth

Grasshopper and Zinnia
Grasshopper and Zinnia

An excerpt from “Your Very Own Flavor of Poetry”

…You came here to hum the truth
that comes in only your
color

to sit inside the arms of a moment
to find breath in each drop of dark, to skip and sip and frolic
with every fleeting firefly
of light

You came here to give oxygen to words
to spin every stain
and splash
into your very own flavor
of poetry

You came here to look into your own eyes
and  whisper –
Beloved…

~Julia Fehrenbacher
The Painted Path

Life and Jah

Life Blooms
Every Bloom is Precious to Jah

“Life and Jah are one in the same. Jah is the gift of existence.

I am in some way eternal, I will never be duplicated.

The singularity of every man and woman is Jah’s gift.

What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah.

The process of what that struggle becomes, in time, the Truth.”

~Bob Marley