Reminds Me of You , Van Morrison

Years have passed since I felt the loss of a marriage that did not serve higher ground .

Coming to I knew that pills , drink , sex etc we’re not the antidote for the pain of what this marriage did to our sons .

Secrets are still unraveling but long ago when I mourned and ruminated , I can more objectively experience life ; many remedies and healing modalities await the ardent seeker .

So memories dim as does pain that I know will never fully abate , but will never be manipulated to abuse me or our children .

Circle has closed never to be unbroken again .

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Mad

Those who are called ‘mentally ill’ or ‘mad’ are the voices in the wilderness, the ones who point to the distress of society, the ones who convict it of its crimes. By their ‘strange’ appearance and parting from the ‘norms’, they challenge and reveal that humanity is not free. They reveal that what is normal is but an accepted madness of the majority. Wars, conflicts, social injustice, abused children, all are accepted by the madness of the majority. But the one who dreams awake, that voice crying from the wilderness, sees something different. The eyes of perception are awakened, and a door to a new existence is opened. Yet the opening of this door is a frightful experience, for it unleashes all that which is the human condition, every experience, every vision, the collective realm of human beings. If there is any illness, it is not with the ‘madman’, it is the society that is ill. And this society has driven the ‘mad’ to that barren place, to that desert. As the prophets of old were rejected by their own, the voice and message of the ‘mad’ is often misunderstood and unheard by those around..

Dr. Dan L. Edmunds

I add this quote

n telling the native’s side he said, “I am telling my story that all may know the war we did not want. War is made to take something that is not your own.”
Yellow Wolf

She Who Is : The Calling

This is one I am not going to even try to quantify – I feel strongly that either you’ll get it, or you won’t (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s also one that is so deeply personal, I hesitate in sharing it. Which is almost always an indicator that I should.

Where it comes from is some place beyond words, in the depth of me where the knowing resides. It is a song of the spirit that many of us hear, cosmic and born of stars, and it’s been with us since birth. It guides our lives and path, that we are here for something far greater, and many of us spend our entire lives seeking it out.

It is the search for the ineffable that exists beyond everything we know. Our raison d’etre. We get glimpses of it during our lives, something touches it’s resonance, we touch the hem of it – and we know that we know that we know. And we know that we know that they know.

It is deep calling unto deep.

And there are others hearing that same song, feeling that same pull, and though we are all of that same source, our corporeal senses are not always engaged so that we easily recognize that this isn’t just a subjective, singular experience.

That there are others, and even within our reach was the impetus for it, however. As a reminder that at any given moment, the woman next to us may be feeling and reacting to this same sense-beyond-sense, we are not alone.

“For I see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.”

No, we are not alone.

“The Calling”

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Breaking the cycle of abandonment

‘BREAKING THE CYCLE OF ABANDONMENT

You can feel abandoned, yes.

You can feel lonely, far from love and life and warmth.

Others can trigger powerful feelings in you, yes.

But strip away the word, the concept, the story,

and return to the actuality of the living body.

What does it feel like, this abandonment?

How do you know you’ve been abandoned?

Attend to the sensations surging now in your belly, chest, throat.

Feel the fluttering, pulsating, stinging sensations.

Let them grow in intensity, or dissipate, and move.

Drench them with curious, loving attention.

Give them space; soften around them.

You’ve got to breathe into yourself now, friend,

for nobody is here to breathe into you,

and they cannot do that anyway.

The dream of love has died;

you are waking up to the reality of love.

Love does not come from without. It never did.

It was always within you. It was your power.

It was always your job, you see, to love yourself,

to not beg for love, or seek it externally,

or wait for it, or try to hold onto it,

but to drench yourself with it, moment by precious moment.

Do not abandon yourself when you feel abandoned,

for there is a pain worse than abandonment:

the abandonment of self, the flight from presence.

Blame doesn’t work here.

Focus on ‘the one who abandoned you’, and you are powerless.

Break the cycle of abandonment, then.

Focus on ‘the abandoned one’, this precious child within.

Invite loving attention deep within the belly, heart, head.

Breathe into the ground. Feel your own aliveness.

You have not been abandoned. Life is here.

Love is here. You are here.

And from here, a new life grows.

And as you learn to not abandon yourself,

you will, in time, attract others

who are not abandoning themselves either;

others who will not abandon you.

For now you cannot be abandoned:

You refuse to abandon yourself.

Abandonment is an old word for you now.

Too dramatic for your body.

Nobody can abandon you:

they can only move

to another place,

with their pain.

Abandonment is the story of lost love,

an old story, for love cannot be lost,

only rediscovered deep within.

You are courageous enough to be present now.

You have broken the addiction of a lifetime:

You have discovered the deep joy

of being alone.’

– Jeff Foster

Image: Shanti Penelope

Joy

JOY

Joy does not arrive with a fanfare,

on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life.

Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee,

watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right.

And you usher joy away,

because you are not ready for it.

Your house is not as it must be,

for such a distinguished guest.

But joy cares nothing for your messy home,

or your bank-balance,

or your waistline, you see.

Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life,

that’s how joy works.

You cannot invite her, you can only be ready when she appears.

And hug her with meaning,

because in this very moment,

joy chose you.

Donna Ashworth

Art by Inge Löök Oy Ab

Knowing Enough ; Savoring Fullness

I personally woke to this ideology in my practice of SGI Buddhism , of whom many belong including Tina Turner

Her Album Beyond pays homage to SGI Buddhism !

Richard Gere is Buddhist , and has married the love of his life and fathered children !!!

These are gifts that are the abundance of having and knowing enough .

Of course awareness of lack also kicks in and it’s become a good thing ; a tool in my journey . There has been interference and that is being addressed karmically. It’s not my call 📞

Blessings & Peace

Dona Luna

The upgraded “abundance” and “wealth” codes for the next phase of planet earth will be the Inner Tantric Yogas.

How little can you consume…

How deeply can you savor….

How fully can you receive…..

How completely can you allow satiation,

Without chasing your hunger for more

When one single drop

Is an ocean of fulfillment

When the simple is the sanctuary

And

Limitation is the refuge

The joy of remembering how to experience

Fullness

The liberation of letting it be

Enough

Deeply, truly enough

Drinking it in all the way down to your bones

Enough

Letting yourself really have it

Enough

Satiation is not about consumption

Have we learned that yet?

It’s about how deeply you can receive what is given

The hungry ghost is surrounded by food yet never even makes it to the table.

The Royal is the savoring the single spoon.

And stretching their heart wide to feast on the effulgence of every tiny morsel.

Did you know subtlety is the gateway to infinity?

Want less.

Receive more.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you.

– Maya Luna