Hi everyone...summer greetings! Hard to believe August is right around the corner. Now, I do know the measurement of the days is exactly the same as it has always been – as far as time goes, that is to say. But the older one gets, the quicker she flies, or so it seems to me. Scrambling to keep up with the chores, horses, traveling, and all that occupies my summer...little by little, I get things done, but always there are things left over, left behind, left undone. Ah, well...still there is only so much a girl can do!
The Scandinavian trip was truly a wonderful journey, the highlight of which, certainly, was seeing Meg Shambhavi Christian and singing together after such a long, long time. My girl, Judy, and I flew over the top of the world to the Copenhagen airport where I gladly paid way too much for a press-pot of Jamaican Blue Mt. coffee. Jet-lagged, we ambled around the airport, heading for our gate and next flight to Stockholm to meet up with the ship and fellow passengers.
As my dear, dear friend Teresa says: "The thing about love is, you gotta be brave." No matter the object of that love, you must entertain and embrace the inevitable: the fact of loss, a leaving, a death, a passage, as part of life, not apart from it. It's a wider embrace that is needed.
Obstacles can become gateways leading to new beginnings...I know this as a Zen axiom. I know it as a guide. So often, in the past, I would lose my patience, and my guide, with obstacles, with things I could not do, or understand, and then try and wait for "someone else" to take care of whatever was blocking my particular road. I am trying hard to break this pattern.
It is already March with its fickle weather -- rain, sun, then snow, and a great, big wind directly out of the South. Enormous damage around this area: trees uprooted, lines down, power out -- for me, 3 days dark. But I can pretty much go off the grid here, and I know from my childhood how too do this, how to live without electricity. I do not panic at the sudden quiet, the enveloping darkness. It's a good lesson in preparedness -- candles, batteries for the radio, lamp oil, firewood...
"If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."
It's the 5th of July... last night I watched a spectacular light show from the heart of the city. High above the streets of Seattle, perched on a balcony, I felt the explosions from the fireworks punch me in the chest, a jolt of adrenalin, then brilliant pyrotechnics, flowering colors, cascading lights dripping down through clouds of gunsmoke. It feels so fine to be in love...
Hello to one and all! I feel clear and clean and so loved and so ready to trot out this new work. My apologies for not writing sooner, but touring out there by myself takes all my concentrated efforts. So, today, I locked myself into focus; grabbed pen and paper, and pointed all my intentions your collective way.
It is Spring here, and as the Green increases, I find I am laying down the burden I've carried for so, so long. I feel lighter all the way through. Writing this journal-of-sorts, staying in touch with my Self, with all of you, has been a way of relieving the pain, unlocking chambered fear in my heart, chambers which, if not completely open, at least have the doorways cracked. I have emerged from the Cave, and I am standing upright, and moving forward.