I am sitting here with candle light, the Christmas lights adorning our little tree, the scent of lilies and pine scenting the air, the Vienna Boys’ Choir singing in the background.  I am filled with grace. I am amazed at how filled I am, how complete in me I am. My heart is surging with each chorus of Gloria. Surely heaven inhabits this tiny 11×11 foot living room. ( I had to get up to measure the room as I wondered, how small is it?)  I have a bouquet of  huge white lilies but not quite as grand as this bouquet that graced the entrance to the museum yesterday. I love places that use real flowers. I am a flower being, truly I need to have fresh flowers in the spaces that I inhabit. I do not begrudge spending money on flowers, so I was surprised today  by my reaction when I spied the branches of red berries that I had been envisioning to fill this tall green/gold vase. I had passed by such branches at the neighborhood Molly Stone market as they were $19 which seemed too dear. Today they were presenting themselves at Trader Joe’s for $8, a bargain in comparison. ( I do buy flowers weekly at the neighborhood florist) Yet I hesitated about buying them. My son encouraged me and as I held them in my hands, I began to cry. Yes, I am known to cry just about anywhere, anytime! ( I am fortunate that my kids are not embarrassed by me now nor when I kissed them in front of their friends in high school). It took me a few minutes to find the reason (not that it matters to know at all, rather simply to allow the emotions expression). But my mind did its thing and my heart hers,  releasing the grief of all the years of frugality when I had to weigh so carefully what I could spend money on. Adding up the prices in the grocery store, the embarrassment at the checkout stand of deciding which items had to be put back. The kids feeling the weight of it. I held that mindset way past the time when it was a financial necessity, denying myself pleasure and beauty. Today was an opportunity to love the dear young mother and woman that I was and congratulate her on her strength and resolve. It was also the opportunity to feel the grace of abundance that brought these red berry branches home with me. 

While we were at the store, we collected some boxes for our move at the end of the month. I am so proud of my son that he is on board with the new energies. We have no place to move to as yet but we know the time in this apartment is up. He has lived here for over a year with my daughter, she moved out at the end of Oct and I moved in. I have loved having a dresser rather than my car’s trunk to live out of. I feel that nomad time of my life is complete for now as is this couple of months in San Francisco. So, we gather boxes and will pack things up and see what the universe has in store for us. We feel such joy about it all and believe that ease and grace will light the way. We are open to the highest path for each of us. This new maturity that I see in myself and in those around me, delights me! Aren’t we wonderful? We are trusting, we are letting go, we are allowing. We know our place is there waiting for us and divine timing is perfect. The old way of figuring it all out and having everything set before making a move, is over. The new flow that carries us down the stream is so much nicer! Ahhh, we can relax and float. 


Another lovely part of the day was Gabriel’s recounting of his morning painting experience. He takes his easel and paints outdoors near his studio. He did a beautiful painting and had many comments from passersby. An older couple stopped and watched him at work for quite some time. They complimented him on the painting and then the woman said, “Thank you for doing this.” Wow! That is a comment of the new earth. A world where each one can offer their gifts and they are seen and acknowledged for their contribution. Wow! Just a couple of days before my son had watched the thought come in, “I need to get a real job”. It has only been 3 months since he has taken the leap from the cubicle corporate world to the land of being a full time artist.  Fear raises its head occasionally to see how committed one is to his path. I have certainly experienced my fair share of those visits. Yet here was the universe sending a very clear message that he is doing his work and it is appreciated! I love this. I love the woman who took the time to tell Gabriel this. This is the new way, sharing the love and supporting one another. More and more folks are turning on their heart lights and letting the love shine through. I love this world that we are all creating! Thank you for your part in this creation. Sing your note, the one that is yours and yours alone to sing. 

 Today magic was in the air. The past couple of weeks have pushed so much up to the surface. I was struck by the twisted, trunks of these trees in Golden Gate Park. The way that they are writhing about, thrown up upon the earth, creating portals and weird shapes. Strange things! It felt like all the twisted and dark things in my psyche that have been pushed to the surface by the incoming light. There is a certain beauty to be found as it rises to the surface. To know that I am now free of its constraints in my life. Ahhhhh….deep sigh of release!

As I walked and toned my way to my car, I came upon this old metal post that had been eaten away by the elements. I loved the way the ivy was growing up to cover the places that had rotted away. This new energy is doing just that. It is the bright green growth of the Creator’s love and our own love for ourselves flooding in.  The love streaming in is growing vibrant and strong in our beings. It flushes out all that is not love. It is effortless on our parts. We have only to open to receive it. And though and behold,  as the shameful, dark places in our beings are pushed up and out, they are returned to the love that is our truth. We are newly gowned in the green ivy of love. 


 I was feeling ribbons of lovelight flowing through my heart chakra. I saw dear hearts that I am connected to, at the ends of  each ribbon. So much love was streaming into my heart, it was aflame. I was a conduit for this lovelight to flow to so many hearts. It was palpable and I was guided to connect on the phone with some of the folks I knew and they could feel it being transferred from my heart to theirs. So beautiful. My heart was being tuned to hold more liquid lovelight and to flow it through me to the heart of my mother, Gaia. What a beautiful dance we all participate in! 

I walked to a cafe on my way to the ocean to send my voice out to her. How delightful is life with a pretty fern on my mocha and a mini almond croissant! I love that this cafe makes these croissants this size….perfect! When I buy a full sized one it is too big but I usually end up eating it all. So, love these minis. I was continuing to play with my heartlight. I spoke with a friend on the phone about my beloved and the divine partnerships that are coming through. She said that while I was talking, she was looking out through a narrow, two foot window in her house. Captured in that small viewfinder, was an eagle doing a dance in the air for her. She had not seen an eagle for about a year and as she connected with it, it said it was Linda. And then its mate appeared and they kept circling within her view  until she spoke of them to me, acknowledging them, and then off they flew. Amazing! She felt it was me dancing with my beloved. I had asked my beloved for a sign from him as I began my walk on the beach. And there it was, delivered in such a magical way!! I love this universe! I love how we are gifted with so many delights if we have but the eyes to see and the ears to hear and the heart to feel. 

I had brought this rock down to the beach to offer to the ocean on this portal day. It is one that I love, as it was the first gift from my wild Indian man. It represented a time of great struggle for him as he opened his heart to the truth of love.  I have carried it about with me for over a year. The sea grass formed a heart with me to hold it  and honor the love it held. I then tossed it into the arms of the ocean. I felt that I was allowing all the love that I have ever known to return to the great mother’s
heart. I let it all go freely but saw ribbons of heartlight trailing back to me. No love we have ever felt, given or received, can be lost. It is all connected with beautiful ribbons of multi-colored light. We are beings of love, made of love, made for love. We have been expressing all the aspects of duality in  this grand adventure but now we are being called home. Home to the love that we are. Home to peace, harmony, joy. Home to our own hearts. I love you all!

Watershed day…quiet and alone for the most part. My sons are still away and my daughter and her love stopped in for a few moments to pick up their turkey and pie to take home. I was not feeling up to stirring from the couch today. Yet the world came to me. Don’t you find it interesting how that happens? I do get a kick out of the universe and how it works. I took this picture somewhere at some time in the past few months but my memory is shoddy. I can feel the mist on my face and my feet on the rocks as I climbed closer. Today has been a watery day…tears flowed as I felt so close to the Creator. I was in the bath, offering my heart after clearing it of any remaining cloudiness. I had done the exercise I spoke of yesterday from Peggy Black about healing our wounded heart. I was imagining my heart like a crystal bowl, so pure and clear. It felt crystalline in my chest. I allowed its tone to rise as I played it in honor of the Creator’s presence in my life. I offered it and myself as the hollow reed to play those notes of Her/His love on this plane. A new sound emerged that I had not heard before. It felt good in my chest and it carried me along for several minutes in ecstasy. Ah, so good to feel that passion arise once again. 



A friend called and was describing his back country skiing trip. I could feel the cold crisp day and sense the beauty and quiet of the wintry landscape. I love this newfound ability of late of getting the energetic download from someone through conversation. It is as if I am there with them and feel it all. So much transmitted through our hearts these days. I like to include new pictures that I take but today I sought out these old ones from this summer to convey the images that I felt. Water, snow….I have been craving a winter landscape with a fireplace and cozy indoor scene to enjoy it from. Trees hushed as the blanket of snow is laid on their shoulders. Frozen ground crisp underfoot. I can feel all this. Funny as Hawaii has been filtering in and out for the past couple, few weeks. But despite my love of warmth, the winter scene is what is speaking to me of late. Another friend sent a message from her mom that I will be gifted the land for my community and that it is in Oregon. Hmmmm……who knows. I know that it is coming but not any particulars. I did feel a jolt of happiness that someone was picking up that energy in the field. A confirmation. Bring it on universe, I am ready!


Another friend called to speak of her desire for greater mastery. She wanted to be clear in stating her intentions and to be unattached to how they were received. I was able to affirm for her that she was in her mastery, that we are masters. We expect it to be linear and in every area of our lives at once. Yet we can be masters of abundance, yet kindergartners in setting boundaries. We do not achieve 100% in every area at once. We are masters in training and we can claim ourselves as such. Indeed in the claiming, we become that. I am a master and I am continuing to evolve and grow. It is a never ending cycle. We strive, we reach, we attain, we fall back, we move……we are spiritual beings playing at this game on our beautiful mother earth. I am learning to know myself as a master and to feel such compassion and tenderness as I act or think in old ways. To see it all as one, not good and bad. Simply me being Linda on this earth plane, sometimes wise, sometimes childish, sometimes kind, sometimes harsh. Bringing as much presence and awareness to each moment as I can and knowing that all others are doing so as well. 


As we spoke, my friend spoke of retrieving a part of herself that had been killed when she spoke her truth. As we looked at that, we both saw her laying in state. I then saw the essence of this woman rise to enter and fill my friend. At the same time, she entered and filled me. I realized that this sleeping beauty (that is who she appeared as to us both) had been waiting for us to call her back. We can claim our master selves to return, there are so many parts of us wanting to enter in at this time. It feels good to have her here with me tonight. I know that I can speak my truth in these times. I can claim that power. It felt great to share this new connection with my friend, with whom I  share a deep soul bond. I love how we can help one another to remember who we are. 


In a meditation, one of my former names was given to me. Shazara. I like the sound if it. Shazara….sounds like a master with a magical cape and a wand! I invite her in to play. So you can see how a day spent alone can bring such gifts. My agitation of the past few days has departed and a deep peace fills me tonight.  I know that I am a part of this magical, mysterious life on earth and I feel such gratitude. I do not have to know what is to come, only to live each moment fully, accepting all that presents itself and allowing it to move me where it will. From the space of my couch, I visited waterfalls and snowscapes, conversed with Sleeping Beauty and Shazara. I felt ecstasy and peace. Truly I have been gifted in this day!

Today is Thanksgiving and it has been a day of ups and downs for me. I am so grateful for the beauty of my life and yet even when the exterior shines, all is well, there is constant movement underground as I shift, release, engage, and evolve. Today is a new moon as well as a partial solar eclipse. We are in the last eclipse cycle of 2011 (from today till Dec 10th’s full moon which will be a lunar eclipse) and it is asking us to expand and then expand some more. It is a wonderful opportunity that we can take advantage of. In order to expand, we have to clear out the old to make room for the light that is wanting to fill our bodies. Remember the plan is for us to inhabit our light bodies, hence the light entering in. This is where all those strange physical symptoms come from that traditional medical docs can’t figure out. Headaches, joint aches, ringing ears, farting (yes, it is true with all the bloating), hot flashes, cold flashes, sensitivity to different foods…..the list goes on. It reminds me of being pregnant, all the weird and wonderful feelings that I experienced as I grew a person inside of me. I am pregnant once again with my new self. She is wanting to be birthed. I feel that I am in the transition stage….too far along to call out for the pain blocking drugs, (have had moments where I wished that I was someone who could take drugs or drink or escape somehow) nowhere to go but through, nothing to hang onto though moaning and screaming may help! I am not a screamer these days (had those days, believe me!)but deep sobbing and sighing.

The day goes on and in preparing for our small, quiet Thanksgiving dinner, more cloudbursts. . I am currently living with my two sons in a small San Francisco apartment. My elder son pointed out that I 
was in the old mode of mom planning dinner… not being in the mo-ment but speaking out loud all that needed to be done in a manner
that felt stressful to him. He was right yet I did not receive it graciously as I felt he was being pedantic and that alright already, I got it, 
back off. Too many words. Oh, yes, such childish feelings. Left the 
room and gave into the cloudburst of sobbing. Victim consciousness descended who did the grocery shopping, who baked all day yester-
day…you get the picture….old,old feelings. Ok, try again. Watched the boys tying up the turkey and 
placing it in the oven in a new way, breast down (all the juice ends up in the breast meat this way). We did not have a roaster pan with a rack (all the things left behind with the house and marriage) so we 
laid it directly on the rack with the disposable roaster pan underneath to catch the drips. It actually worked well. Time to relax, turkey in the oven, vegies prepped. We sat companionably in the living room, me with a book and the boys watching a game on their computer. Peace. Took a lovely nap as the 
smell of turkey roasting seemed to have a soporific effect. Awoke refreshed and ready to finish up the 
meal prep. My younger son started making the stuffing, I wanted my older son to do it as it was his 
stated contribution so called out to the back garden for him to come in. Younger son says that I should not be pushing at his brother…do you see the cycle? Me trying to protect younger from doing too 
much, younger trying to protect older from my controlling ways, older following his own rhythm whichfelt like a cop out to me. Yikes, what a stew! Cloudburst again….descent into victim consciousness.
Time for me to go, do not want to be living here any longer…blahblahblah. Dry my tears and forgive
myself and each other. We are quick to do that and acknowledge our piece in the mix.


The dinner was a success, only one guest so quiet and lovely. Laughter, joy and grace descended.
So as I sit here with the candles and the vibrant orange-gold tulips, eating delicious pie and drinking 
tea, enjoying the laughter of these beautiful young men, I feel the blessing of this Thanksgiving. We all 
stated that we were thankful for ALL of it, the
tears, the misunderstandings, the old patterning,
all of it. We are creating a new way of being
together that drops old roles (yes, I had thought I
had finished this but it seems not) and sees us
relating as the mysterious, wonderful, amazing
masters that we are. We have experienced many moments in unity consciousness as well as mo-
ments of unconsciousness. We embrace them all 
as part of ourselves. The flashing billboard in myhead says, “Let go, let go, let go.” It truly is the 
time to let go of all that no longer serves so that 
what does serve, has room to enter in. I am amazed at how old these patterns were….it had been years since we interacted in this way. So strange how they can come back yet this is the final releasing of so much. Bring in the light, I am making room. Blessings and peace to all of you on this holy day of gratitude. Not the day I expected but the day that fit me perfectly.

I was standing on a hilltop here in San Francisco, watching the sun go down. I felt so blessed to be able to be up so high and see so wide. The city lay spread out at my feet and I could feel the love vibrating from it. It truly is a city of love and heart. Each day as I walk about I see sights that make my heart sing. I do focus on the beauty as with any city there are parts that are waiting to be transformed back into the reality of love. Yesterday I took a walk and took a few photos of whatever captured my imagination.

its hands marking the twelfth hour. I did indeed feel that time stood still as I made my way through this little bit of paradise. From the harshness of the city streets, someone had taken the time to create a separate world. They did not concern themselves that someone might steal their treasures but put them out for all to enjoy. There were two comfortable outdoor chairs positioned against the wall inviting you to take a seat and a breath and still yourself, just like this clock. I was enthralled. This person or persons, has gifted the city with a reminder that life is good. A testament to his/their belief that people are good. An offering to allow a space of reflection to come back to the heart. To come back to the love. A simple walk, a blessed day. Breathe it in, the love is all around. We are asked to have eyes to see and hearts to feel. Everything is LOVE.

Oh, deep breath. We are here. I have prepared for this day for so long. It is the day that we enter in, we walk through the portal to our new life. I may have posted this photo of this painting before but it is the image that works for me today. It is my favorite of my many paintings. The two white strokes are my beloved and I as we are walking through the golden door to our highest potential. Our highest service to the Creator and to our mother, Gaia. Today we are all gifted with this opening. There is nothing to bring except our hearts. All attachments fall away as we cut all cords to former beliefs, needs, desires, people, things. There is only this, the love, the love of our Mother/Father God for us and our love for Her/Him. The reality of love that is everything.

Do you like my childlike drawing of the beloveds? Yes, I am feeling this more and more each day, my heart twining with his heart to fill our chalice of love as the Creator streams down Her/His light to add to our chalice. Lovelight. That is my new word, lovelight is streaming in to the earth from the heavens as well as saturating the earth plane from Mother Gaia herself as she streams it up from her core. Each day, my beloved and I offer our chalice of lovelight in service to mankind and the ascension of the earth. There are new frequencies entering in. More detached, peaceful, soft. I feel as though I am drifting between worlds. There is a sense of missing friends, of a new kind of loneliness and yet no desire to take action to connect. Peace and stillness seem to envelop the hours of the days as minutes. It seems with each upgrade into a new frequency, there is a period of being in a void. A holding pattern as the body adjusts to the new energies. The past three weeks or so have been quite a roller coaster of upgrades. The light streams in making my body shake and move, heat up, cool down, all manner of strange twitches and pinpricks. Then the integration period of lying flat while energies are released. Today it was sadness. Not mine, but a global sadness as the old ways are dissolving. I work with Gaia, as do many others, to help release the denser energies so that she can take in more light. Whatever we are doing internally, we are creating externally in the world we see reflected around us.

I set up this still life this morning to feed my soul. For less than $3, I am being fed mightily. A painting of mine is hanging in the corner next to this and its colors are a perfect match for the yellows, greens and peaches of the pears. Beautiful little organic pears, a few bites worth each and a whole week of meal’s worth to my soul. Aren’t we blessed! I may not have much of a view to the outside world from this apartment that has only one room that faces the openness of the street view. but these pears gift me with a world view of beauty and light. It is all perspective, isn’t it? We can see the limitation of the wall next door or the expansiveness of orchards basking in the sun and rain of our mother. I can breathe in the scent of ripening fruit and bite into the elements that created it. I feel so expansive today! I am gifted with warm pumpkin muffins from the oven (it is such fun to have a kitchen to

Babies!!! This print was in a small cottage that I recently rented. As soon as I saw it, I felt that it was the reason that I was there. The babies are coming! This picture captures the joy and delight of the babies that I saw flowing in my vision awhile back. They are so ready to bring their playfulness to the planet. I am seeing that the community that I am to co-create is about divine love. It will be a place of divine partnerships and sacred relationships. There will be many being reunited with their beloveds and creating a chalice for these little masters to come through. Oh, they are so gleeful!

I love San Francisco but did not see myself here. I arrived yesterday and was spent after packing up from the house we had rented on the coast for a week. Did not know the next step but here it is. Deep fatigue, hot and cold flashes, head pressure are all here. My body is continuing to integrate more light as I continue to release more density. Today is the end of the Mayan calender and this age. I found myself awake all night…..re reading a novel, checking out websites, playing in my heart space, drifting. I realized that I was witnessing the last hours of the old consciousness of duality and adding my intent for the birthing of the new unity consciousness. The golden age of peace is at hand. My body temple decided to stay awake and bear witness to this sacred time.