blue solar night…

I Pulse in order to Dream
Realizing Intuition
I seal the Input of Abundance
With the Solar tone of Intention
I am guided by the power of Self-generation

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this is my mayan…horoscope? not sure what to call it, but the mayans have a fascinating study of astrology (and astronomy) having developed an articulate, accurate calendar based on the lunar cycles. so much more beautifully connected to the universal rhythms, so much more logical than our current calendar. it’s no wonder the planet is out of whack – we are so completely out of sync with the energies of the world. allowing yourself to tune in, resonating with the universe would make for a much easier path in life.

i found this poem to be unbelievably synchronous to my ideology.

Realizing Intuition
learning to trust my intuition has been my main focus, allowing it to grow, allowing myself to become more aware of the voice of my body, my soul. i read elsewhere, yesterday, that i am inclined toward some sort of ESP. and i feel like i am opening to that possibility. eager in fact to embrace it.

I seal the Input of Abundance
abundance has been my mantra since late last year – and i am now starting to feel it coming on. so many amazing things are happening now. and i’m am so truly greatful. plus in every class i have my students set an intention and then we seal it with our breath…my intention is often abundance for myself and others. and allow me to be a guide for my students (i.e. intuition!)

With the Solar tone of Intention
again…intention…we set them in every class. you must have intention to live a beautiful life connected to soure energy, life force, prana…

I am guided by the power of Self-generation
this is my whole existence. as part of my sacred contract (caroline myss) i am an orphan child – and as such i’ve felt out of place, tribeless – and i’ve had to raise myself. re-creating myself over time to become who i am now…self-generating.

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and i have another, new intention, to walk in beauty…(more to come on that…love to jeffrey and kara for awakening the concept within me).

om shanti

my current obsession…

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
I’ll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down, on me

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don’t you understand
I already have a plan
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I’m walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
And I’ll check my machine, there’s sure to be that call
It’s gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It’s just that times are lean

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don’t you understand
I already have a plan
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

- colin hay, waiting for my real life to begin

don’t wait up…

i miss being loved so purely and thoroughly that i had the ability (though never the intention) to hurt someone. a reflection of a migratory pattern. but when i had that love – the kind that let me go, released my restless heart to its searching, and has endured the suffering – i didn’t honor that love well enough. it was good love.

that is the selfishness. the blindness. the searching for the greener grass, someone else, something, anything outside of myself that would make me happy. and now that i have a love of myself, and i’m living with my own choices…things are so good. i’m not wanting to change it…but inspired by the music. i’m momentarily wandering a melancholy path, wishing i had figured it all out sooner. i miss being yearned for…and though i’ve gained a more clear independence and the beginnings of a liberation (all from myself, my past, my ancestors…). i wish sometimes to continue that conversation… and those daydreams…and the long rides into the country.

the dog is scratching at the door…