This image of a gorgeous clematis climbing up a rustic stick trellis, felt like an outpicturing of my internal state. The structure that I have become used to growing upon, is disintegrating. There are weeds and grasses about, confusing me as where I am to reach and anchor. I am continuing to blossom, to shine my beauty. Yet it is obscured by the jumble of distractions seeking attention. My focus is upward towards the light but I will have to learn new ways to support myself as the old trellis, the old structures that we depended upon, fall apart. There is no outer form to anchor me, no place that will hold the weight of my new being.

We are in the midst of the summer eclipse season. There is so much love light pouring into the planet at this time. It is dismantling so many structures based on power over others that were designed to curtail freedom and sovereignty. The waves of light inform us that this is a sea change of epic proportion.

It is difficult to keep our feet on the ground as we flow between the old and the new. The ground beneath our feet is trembling and shifting as our dear earth finds her way into balance and renewal. We find its reflection in our bodies as old traumas held from this lifetime and ones prior, come up to be felt and released. This is the work at present, to feel all, that in prior times, we could not feel due to survival concerns. Now, all must be felt, all must be brought back to love. Our cells desire to release these trapped emotions so as to have room for the love light that seeks a home. We do not have to understand the story behind the emotion, only to witness it as it rises and with our intention, release it to the light. A stabbing pain in the neck, could flash an image of a hatchet blow received, or no image at all. It matters not. What matters is to let it flow through us and out. 

We are being asked to look at all of our attachments to people and places to ensure that they resonate with our truth. Self care has moved to the top of the list as we breathe in these energies. Where have we abandoned  ourselves, where have we not seen ourselves, where have we over given and where have we played small?

As more of our own Source light flows in, it pushes the muck to the surface. Our very idea of who we thought we were is shifting. I recently had a haircut. I went from having long hair to collarbone length hair. The first couple of days after the haircut, I got a shock when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Who is this person? There was some identity that my long hair was part of that suddenly disappeared. As the shock wore off, it felt freeing to let it go. To remember that the outward appearance is not who I am. 

We are beings of tremendous light. Such a small portion of our soul embodies here. It is wonderful , if not entirely comfortable, to feel more of myself flowing in. This past week, there have been moments when I am lying  down, where I can feel a steady stream of light flowing into my crown chakra. It is like being under a cascading waterfall. Sometimes it dances, other times, pours. My body is being reconfigured and renewed. I trust this though am not through the process as yet. My body is still finding her sea legs in this shifting landscape. Can I balance, moment to moment? Am I able to stay present, to view life from this now rather than the past or a projection of the future?

As I feel myself as an ever blossoming flower, I let the sunlight bathe me in its warmth and envelop myself in my own fragrance. This is what I came for. To be lovelight in form. To change the dense physicality into the golden lovelight of home. May all beings discover their own beauty and bathe in its light.

Another frigid day ahead though the temperatures climb above zero at some point today. The wind chill keeps the temperatures well below. This morning I feel like a bear that wants only to sleep until spring calls me forth. It is a harsh climate with its months and months of grey skies and freezing temperatures. Going to start my car is something that requires at least fifteen minutes of lead time, depending on the amount of snow and whether there is a layer of ice underneath. Blocks of dirty ice and mud build up in the wheel wells and the car groans as it tries to move carrying them. At times, you can dislodge them with a kick or two, which can hurt! If the blocks of ice drop off, they have to be driven over as you back up. At times, you have to get out and get a shovel to pick them up and move them as they are too big to navigate. Ugh…..it is tough.

Why do humans live in such frigid places? My daughter in love grew up here and started the family migration due to her dad’s health concerns. None of us, intended to live in this cold. Yet, life moves us for a variety of reasons. I am ready for a new migration to a softer climate. I trust there was a reason, indeed I was given a vision of our family here and the work that we have done together. Now that feels complete. It feels as if we are in a holding pattern. No clear pathway ahead to begin the take off. Instead, we idle on the ground doing our best to appreciate the beauty that can always be found.

The sun is rising and this is my time to get out and embrace its light. My body wants to sit and savor a cup of coffee first. I feel like my joints need greasing to get up and begin the process of putting on all the heavy layers of clothing and boots needed. I so admire my youngest grandchild, at one years old, with the diaper and wool layers and snowsuit and tiny boots, she manages to run and play in the snow. She loves it. She will go get her boots and point outside with loud exclamations until you get up and get you both dressed to head out into it all. These days the time getting dressed is about equal to the amount of time you can stay outside with her. Frostbite is real.

Yet, the snow covering the landscape is beautiful. When the sun shines and sparkles fill the surfaces, it feels like fairy land. When it is overcast, the monotone color scheme of the landscape flattens my spirit. I crave color. In California, where I raised the kids, flowers are blooming and the breeze is soft not biting.

Knitting, baking, writing, sketching, crafting, reading, watching movies……these all fill my days and bring a measure of pleasure. Grandchildren with their laughter and affection, keep me upright. For them, I stay here. For them, I bundle up to sled down the hill behind the house and build snow forts and take walks to the local general store for treats. For them, I get out the craft supplies and hold tea parties and dress up in costumes. For them, I hold the vision of a gentler world in every way. One filled with peace, harmony and love. One where suffering and lack are a thing of the past. Realities which I pray that they will not know in their lives.

A tiny chickadee fluffs its feathers and flits about the suet I put out, keeping its tiny body alive. Time for me to fluff my feathers, add some layers, and get outside to greet the sun that is streaming forth. May its light bathe us all in love.

Painting by my son, Gabriel Roberts.

Gabriel Roberts Studio (@gaberobertsart

A few nights ago, I awoke with total recall of a dream.

I am with a partner. He is my beloved. We are working together to activate various spots on the earth. We have been guided to these spots as we use our merged energetic fields to tune in. We are to facilitate a flow of energy from the inner earth, to the surface. The sites that are calling to us, are ready to be come fully online. We are aware that there are other beloved couples working in other areas. We do not know them but can feel them as we all go about our tasks.

As we work, we can begin to hear a hum that vibrates within us. This tells us that the site is engaging. As the hum gets louder, everything around us begins to vibrate. Once a certain note is reached, we know that our work has been successful.

We move onto a new site. We repeat the work, following our guidance as to where and when to move to a new site. As we look behind at the ones we have left, we see colors appearing. It looks like a trail of beautiful multicolored lights that are humming and vibrating up into the atmosphere. Pillars of light which then merge, in a blink, into a band of color. A highway of light wrapping around the earth.

The colors and sounds intensify until the earth herself is lifted into a new frequency band. We rejoice with all of the other couples who have used the creative energy of their love to activate what was theirs to do.

Joy! The sound fills our hearts as we all breathe the new air. There is a lightness that we have not felt for eons of time.

As the noise outside increases, I am finding it easier to drop into a soft place inside. It feels as if I am muffled by the snow which is gently falling outside my window. Each snowflake adds to the cushion of gentleness that I am able to rest in. The jagged edges of the landscape are smoothed over, the movement and activity of spring and summer growth, settle. All is quiet. Resting. Waiting. A sublime beauty emerges.

My heart is my flame, my furnace that keeps me alive. In my dreamscape the other night, I heard,

“It is time to hold to the center, to be the calm in the storm. You came for this. You know this. You are this.”

We are asked to hold increasing paradoxes as the line between truth and lies blurs. What or whom can we trust? Where do we stand? What is mine to do?

I know Love. I know its power, its range which is far beyond what we have been told. We are lighthouses of love, if we choose. Always there is choice. We are free to craft our response to all that is happening on this earth. The internet and media have taken us from news, passed from neighbor to neighbor, concerning events in a small community, to bombarding folks with events covering the whole world. It is relentless and pointed to elicit a specific response. Fear being first and foremost as well as a sense of helplessness.

I do not choose to follow this path. I choose to be the stillness in the storm raging outside. I choose to fan the flames of love in my heart and become that flame. It takes awareness. It takes practice. Am I able to observe it all, even the most horrific of events, and hold it all in love?

Am I able to master my inner weather system and live in the peace that prevails? I see sparkles of light amongst the darkness. I choose to amplify that. Not ignoring the darkness rather seeing it and feeling it and choosing my response to it. Knowing that love can envelop it all. Love can transform everything in this reality. This is the alchemy, this is the path. Our thoughts, our heartbeats, can and do change the world. As more align to the world that they want for themselves and the generations to come, the changes slowly appear. What we focus on is what we create. It takes practice to keep turning our dial to the love station. It takes commitment and presence.

Thank goodness, more and more are finding the joy in this frequency. More and more are tuning in. Monks are walking for peace across this land. A quiet revolution is taking place. It begins in my heart and in yours. What frequency will you tune your heart dial to?

Today, my youngest son and his family went out to Wolcott, to his dad’s place to chop down a Christmas tree. They were also going to cut a little one for me. The two year old wanted his own tiny tree because he was tiny! I told him he could share mine but at that moment as they headed off, there were tears as he repeated, “I want my own tiny tree!’

My former hubby has 26 acres with loads of fir trees rimming a large open meadow. They are not pruned but we have all come to love the more lacey look with open branches that allow ornaments to hang down.

Leland, my former hubby and dear friend, took this photo of my son and his wife hauling their tree as well as a tiny one for me. The little ones stayed inside the house as it was cold out that day. I sent this photo to my sister. It brought up memories of our family, getting our Christmas tree. We cannot remember the names of the owner of the farm that we went to. My parents grew up in Western New York, in dairy farm country. This farm was not a relatives’ but a friend of one of their families.

We would go in the barn and feed the cows broken cookies that the farmer got for cheap from a cookie factory nearby. We all thought that this was amazing. What lucky cows to eat cookies every day! There were huge barrels of the cookie pieces and we all ate gleeful handfuls. A few pockets were stuffed for later eating. (I read this piece to my writing group, a couple who had been dairy farmers and they confirmed that they was a not uncommon practice. One had fed their cows barrels of broken chocolates!)

When we went inside the house, we were greeted with more cookies. The woman had made sugar cookies in the shape of flowers with holes in the center. She stacked them on dowels that were fitted into a wooden base. The cookies would get progressively smaller as they rose so that they formed a tree shape. She had a series of them on the window sill for decoration. We were allowed to take a cookie off of this tree to eat with our milk. It was a day of eating more cookies than we were ever allowed. We made it count!

The best part, was going to cut the tree. The farmer owned 400 acres (my younger sister remembered so many details) that had acres planted in pine trees by Boy Scout troops over the years. So there were plenty of trees to choose from.

There were different vehicles used over the years to go get the tree. Maybe it had to do with the depth of snow as it could be hip or waist high depending on how big you were. Some years, the farmer drove a big wood sided truck into which he put a 55 gallon drum filled with hot water to keep us warm. That seems like such an extravagance for him to do but he was a jolly guy with an aura of Santa around him, and he clearly liked kids.

Sometimes it was a hay wagon attached to a tractor that we rode out into the woods. Our dad would have the ax with him to cut the tree we chose. My mom usually stayed in the farmhouse with the wife.

The very best times, the farmer used an old car roof from the junk yard that was on the property. He turned it upside down and attached it with a rope to the tractor. He filled it with hay and we all clambered aboard. He drove the tractor to the top of a hill towing the car roof. He would then turn the tractor and the roof would go flying across the hillside. Over and over we flew. It was a crack the whip game as we sailed around the side of the hill. Over and over, he pulled us up to let us fly. How did he get down the hill with us behind him? The roof would have slid down to the side of the tractor? Not sure of the details yet sure of the feeling of exhilaration. We loved it. We would be thrown on top of one another, shrieking at the top of our lungs…..panic mixed with the thrill. Was our dad on the roof with us? He must have been. Perhaps holding one of the younger kids? Memories fade in and out with details fuzzy yet feelings clear.

There were so many hard things in our family. There was a silent darkness that permeated our house. It was not acknowledged nor named until we were adults in lives with our own kids. Children will trigger memories of when you were the various ages so as to expose and hopefully heal those traumas.

It is a joy to recall and share fun memories. Our parents did their best to offer us such times. I am so grateful for recall these memories with my sister. To know that life offers black and white, good and evil. Most of life is a mix. We can take the bitter blackness and transform it by spotlighting some of the shining moments of joy. Not to ignore the dark…….that we must face and feel fully. Only then can we let it go. The landscape then opens, allowing the sweeter memories to appear.

May we allow ourselves these moments of recalled joy. As we turn our focus there, we create more of it in our world. Truly, it is the time of joy to the world. Hallelujah!

A phone call as I am lying on the couch, reading a book. I had a sauna this morning and came home hungry and enervated.

My four and 3/4 s granddaughter was on the phone asking if I would like to go sledding with her. Her two year old brother did not want to go outside so daddy could not take her sledding.

I rallied and said, “Sure, I will get dressed and meet you in five minutes.”

I grabbed a handful of chocolate chips to fuel the hill climbs. Fortunately, the hill is right behind the house. It has a ridge route, easier to walk up as well as the top of the hill run that is very steep which then slopes into the yard.

I arrived at her door to tears. Her brother was playing happily with his trucks, my granddaughter was being encouraged to eat some food and drink some milk before we headed out. She is a wisp of a girl and seems to live mostly on air. She had a tiny snack and then we were off.

We had some very good runs in the sunshine. My back held through the couple of bumps that throw you up a bit. There was a wondrous phenomenon of the blue/violet spectrum of sunlight falling on the sun in a band that edged our sled’s tracks. It was sparkly and so soft with a tiny bit of aqua edging the sky blue which flowed into an edge of violet. The blue was the largest band and it was so beautiful. A blue pool in the snow. Magical!

After a few runs. the sun began its descent on the other side of the hill. We hurried back to ask her dad and brother to come out to view this special sight. We took another run while they were getting dressed. It was a fleeting event and there was only a hint of the color remaining when they arrived. I wish that I had been able to take a photo of it but the wonder of it will live with my granddaughter and me. She wants to try to replicate that time of day for sledding to see if it happens again. We shall see!

I was transported back to the stamina needed to be a parent of little ones. The two year old was howling, he did not want to be outside. He was divesting himself of his jacket and gloves as fast as he could.  He could not quite manage to undo the zipper at the very end but that did not stop him from pulling his arms out and running towards the comfort and warmth of the house. A river of tears and mucus was rolling down his face.

My granddaughter began to join in, crying that she wanted to come up to my house, she was not done with her time with me. Daddy assured her that her time was up and that they were going inside awaiting mommy’s arrival home. She continued her protests, out crying her brother. Daddy said, “How about an attitude of gratitude for the sledding time you just had with Nana?” He encouraged her to thank me.

Oh, she was not ready to do that! She said, “I have no confidence that I co can do that!”

She wanted only to live with me all the time. She did not want to wait until her special time with me tomorrow. On and on the protests went. I followed her into the house, murmuring to her. I helped get her out of her snow gear while daddy took charge of the little one. Again , she knew daddy wanted her to say thank you but she felt she couldn’t. I quietly said, “How about you whisper it to me?”

She came over and whispered, “Thank you, Nana. I love you. ” I whispered back that I loved her and would see her tomorrow.

I left my son with two tired children. I am grateful that he has that youthful stamina that can hold on through days like this. Where it takes all of you to endure. The other parent arriving home from work, an anticipated relief. There is nothing quite as challenging as toddlers and snow gear and late afternoons when emotions run ragged.

I was grateful to be able to head off to my writing group to share this bit of blue magic and a whispering child.

As snow covers the landscape, we enter a black and white world. The sun is an infrequent visitor to this land, you see it trying to break through in white bands illuminating the cloud cover. I sit here with hot coffee, watching the snow swirling beyond my windows, colors blazing in my heart.

December offers us the bright cheery lights of Christmas, the smell of evergreens inside, the crafting times of making gifts. Imagining giving another the joy of a present, intending that they will feel your presence as a flame of love in the choice you have made. I have the fun of crafting gifts with my grandchildren, for gift their parents. It is one of my favorite things to do. Teaching them sewing, cutting, gluing, printmaking…whatever skills they are capable of for their age. I have a two, four and 3/4s (as she points out to one and all) and a ten year old to craft with this year, so I have a range of ideas for them to create.

What will I create in this new world that is rapidly approaching? December holds magic that I have long dreamed of. I began talking about a Christmas of magic and miracles two decades ago when my kids were in their twenties. I felt it so powerfully. This is a downside of being given visions….you have to learn to live with the space between the sight of the vision and the time of it coming into fruition. It caused me heartache for years until I realized that I was given the visions to hold in my heart rather than to feel the weight of responsibility to make them happen in my world. It was not mine to do, only to feel fully and trust in the unfolding in divine timing.

Over the years, I have repeated my mantra of magic and miracles at Christmas and my family nod their heads and say, “We know, Mama, we know, the time of magic and miracles is here.”

Now it is coming true! This Christmas will see changes in our physical world that cannot be denied. My inner being is lit up like a Christmas tree with excitement. I sense a shift that has begun on the inner planes for all of us. Our sun and the sun behind the sun, have been gifting us with light that illumines. It has penetrated deep within our cellular structures to unearth our deepest shadows and grief. Traumas that were long buried are rising to be seen and felt. New aches and pains in the body, illnesses appearing, some sharp and quick, others lingering. Accidents slowing folks down as their bodies call them to tend to their spirits. Many beings departing, having done what they came to do on this earth. Feelings of deep sadness, dreams and waking memories of pain from events that were unbearable….all coming to the fore. These are gifts of healing, as once allowed space to rise, the emotions that our five year old self could not face, our adult self, can. The trick is to not run, to not hide from the emotions, but to fully feel them. It might look like allowing space for grief or sadness to be your world for a time. It can take hours or days…..it takes the time it takes. I will at times, watch a sad movie or read a sad book to help me cry out some of the grief. I recall a fellow administrator from my working days, asking what I was going to do on a Friday night after a grueling week. I told him that I was going to go home and watch a sad movie and sob my heart out. He looked at me, and said, “Wow, I wish that I could do that.” Men, more heavily than women, have been programmed to not allow their emotions full expression.

Your way of allowing the emotions space, may look like red hot anger that wants to lash out at those who caused the initial harm. It may show up as irritation with everyone, it may come as an aversion to socializing with anyone. There are as many guises as there are traumas. All are asking to be seen, to be felt. We can take the hand of our five year old self, or our thirty- three year old self….any age that shows up with pain. We can hold them, comfort them, assure them that we see them and acknowledge what happened to them. We can hold the larger vision of how we chose such an experience to grow in spirit, in love. We came to bring all the shadow world of guilt and shame and pain into the light of the new dawn. To free ourselves of the weight of wrong doing, to remember that we chose the experiences we wished to try on. That we knew that we could walk them all back to love, no matter how dark they might have been. We knew that light can transform all of it into peace.

Why I had not been taught that if I was willing to sit in the darkened landscape of my troubling emotions and experiences, I would be led to a place of peace? It was a revelation to me. Peace on the other side of pain? Wondrous.

So as this dark, heavy energy lifts, we step out of the prisons of our minds that kept us caged in the world of, “You are not enough, you are bad, you are flawed, you are guilty, you are the cause of another’s pain.” We begin to speak to ourselves as we would to a toddler, we offer ourselves grace and heaps of love for all that we have lived. We let others off the hook for past miscreations. We then take on the more difficult task, of letting ourselves off the hook.

Everything begins within us and works its way out. The physical realm is the densest and therefore, the last to feel this shift. It is happening, slowly but surely. I can feel my cells beginning to dance, to hum in a new way. Harmony is being restored so that our bodies will reflect radiant health. Imagine the freedom offered when our cells move in joy, no longer weighed down. We are entering a world beyond our imaginings. Our minds are limited to what they have known or observed in this dense realm. Now we are asked to shed all the old so as to move with joy into the new era of peace. Moving into joy takes effort as we were taught to protect ourselves, to hold back, to keep a buffer of this reality in place so that our hearts could survive.

Surrender, letting go, allowing and trusting…our new bywords. May this December flow in with grace. May ease and joy fill our days. May we all look forward to the birth of our own Christed nature. Christ as a consciousness that we are all destined to embody. Jesus and many other masters have walked the path to show us the way. Not to be worshiped but to be emulated. May we see the Christ in one another and walk it within ourselves. We are worthy. We are light. We are love. It is time to let ourselves shine and light up this world!

Have you noticed being a bit off of late? It seems that we are between frequencies. They overlap or do not quite fit together. Spaces appear. It happened occasionally until I realized it is a glitch. I am pretty coordinated in my physical body. All of a sudden, I went to set down a mug of coffee and chipped a glass sitting next to me. I went to put something in the refrigerator and dropped it to spill all over the floor as my placement was a fraction of an inch, off. I banged my elbow coming around my kitchen island, which I have done thousands of times with spatial awareness of my body and the island.

At first, I put it down to tiredness or an off day but it has happened so much of late that I began to sense that it was part of a bigger picture. Our landscape has become more fluid, wobbly, overlaps and holes. Like a puzzle where a piece looks right but when you try to place it, it does not quite fit.

Time is doing this also. An hour can disappear as well as stretch endlessly. I can have a conversation with someone and then ask…….wait, did we just have this conversation before?? As if some things are on a loop, going round and round. What is true at this moment?

This to me, is so exciting! The mighty shift into the golden age of peace is upon us. So much remains internal as that is the seed of the new. Yet…and yet…..it is now becoming more apparent in our physical reality. Oh, how I have awaited this day for decades. To see our world morph into the truth of the beauty that she is. To feel the love light up our hearts and to share it with all.

Yesterday, we had a family gathering for a birthday celebration. The four grandkids, from ten to ten months old, were so sweet and kind to one another. We shared delicious food, laughter, play outside with some on the swings, some playing wiffle ball, some pulling the last of the carrots from the garden. Everyone delighting in our togetherness as we came in to warm ourselves by the fire for cake and gifts. The joy felt so expanded. I could see spirals going out into the ethers. Hearts all over this planet, connecting, sharing, creating a grid of lovelight that is available to all to access.

This is just the beginning! Wonders await us all.

There is much to notice in these times. As I sit here appreciating the early light on this first morning of the time change, which I am not a fan of, the overcast sky lights up with bands of brilliant pink. Hot pink, clear and bright. I was fortunate to catch it as it lasted for mere moments before fading into a whisper of pale, barely there color blending back into the grey sky.

Everything is calling us to presence. The light pouring in is lifting the old heaviness. Emotions, physical aches and pains that have weighed us down, are easing. As we stay present and witness all that is arising, we can allow it space to be felt, to be seen and acknowledged. Once we do that, it is quite miraculous how things shift. The energies are fast so what once took years of therapy or months of journaling, now lifts off in a day or an hour or a blink of time. We are being gifted. We are emptying ourselves of the old baggage that cannot move into the higher frequencies that our dear Mother Earth is moving into.

The other morning, I awoke with an intense feeling of aloneness. I have been on my own for the past two decades. Not something I foresaw but the years have rolled along and here I am. I am grateful for how comfortable I am on my own. I have come to savor my alone time, knowing it necessary for my soul. Yet, these feelings of loneliness crashed over me….poor me, all alone. I sat with it all as I drank my morning coffee, watching the birds feast on the elderberry bushes outside my window. They have a flock of mates. I have no mate.

Gradually, mirroring the way the morning hot pink intensity faded into wisps of pale pink, the feelings faded. I knew myself to be so loved. I could feel all of the support that surrounds me in the etheric realms, my own I AM presence, dear Sophia, holding me close. I am blessed in this realm with beautiful children and grandchildren who shower me with love. Friends lift my heart and walk beside me.

We are all cherished, none of us walks alone. I imagined hugging that dear aspect of myself, close. I whispered love notes into her ear. I soothed her brow and brushed her hair behind her ears. All is well. You are loved. You are so beautiful.

This is the new forming landscape we are invited into. A friend shared how she found herself letting things go. She was working on a committee and one of the members was micromanaging some of the set ups. My friend felt it was opposite of her new way of letting things be. Her old self would have attempted to manage the others style of directing things. She laughed that she had felt the desire to teach another how to let go by putting her ways on the other. Now she could simply allow the other woman to organize it how she desired and know it was not hers to manage the other woman, in any way.

There is such freedom in letting go of trying to make anything happen or anyone else behave in some prescribed way. This invites in the lightness, the ability to flow with each and every thing that life offers. Trusting that whatever, whomever shows up in our life, is for our growth. Our higher selves are always leading us home. Home to our own Christed nature. Whew, what a relief! We are not in the driver’s seat! It takes a conscious surrender to Source, to the greater whole that we are.

All around me, I am hearing stories and witnessing things beginning to flow. A young woman, found a wonderful property that she could afford. My elder son’s old diesel truck that he had spent frustrating weeks working on, teaching himself how to replace various parts, is now running smoothly. Hallelujah! A friend found himself freed from physical pain and able to once again move freely. Another has sold his business and is feeling the freedom of moving into a life with greater creativity.

Folks are moving into a time of sharing their gifts with the world. This is what we came for. All has felt stuck for so long. Now the wheels are coming free from the muck and beginning to gain traction. I am delighting in sharing these stories with one another as we celebrate each step forward. Begin to notice the lightening. Seek it out and affirm it. As we experience the internal changes to how we move in the world, our external world is now beginning to reflect it. Oh, how we have waited for this time. It will move fast now, accelerating as we acknowledge that it is happening!

Open up to it all. There is a waterfall of light cascading down that seeks to wash us clean. My body and being rejoice. Let all beings feel this. As I lift my heart, I lift yours. What we each do, we do for all. How blessed with are.