Most transformations are first felt, and by the time the mind catches up, we often lose the wonder.
What if we began each day with the wonder of life? The wonder of nature’s wisdom? The wonder of our own threads with its weave?

Perception is everything. It can help to remember that all perceptions form from Infinite points of view. As we gestate and our distortions dissolve, so do our lenses of perception. The more we insist on seeing life in certain ways, the more we create opportunities for Source to demolish those narrow bands of perception.

All gestations first require a heart opening. Incoming energies require a vibrational welcome mat. Gaia has lit the homeward-guiding beacons at this time. We are melting into an inner gestation that will forge what is to come. These activities happening simultaneously within our bodies takes most of our energy. We need to let this happen.

Honoring our Source essence goes beyond the post-new-age concept of cultivating self-love. While self-love is an important baby step, as the Chorus Line lyric goes, “that ain’t it kid, that ain’t it kid.” Most people don’t get that far. This world is all about learning what resonates and what does not, and that can keep one fully occupied for a lifetime.

What’s Coming up? Not next, but right now? Funny, I first typed ‘bot’ instead of ‘not.’ No joke there!
Surfacing, in order to burn off, are all of the persistent, mechanically designed patterns we chose this life to learn from. These patterns are lived out first through events, then in consciousness so that we can witness what they are in place to teach us, then we cycle past once more from within the function of the Observer.

Some of us were born between the worlds so long ago that time has no meaning. We live not with a foot in ‘each world,’ as though there were two only, but between them all. We infuse our essence into whatever form, time, or place suits our gifts and abilities. We do this in order to learn and to share. In that process, we ladle light as only we can do.

As I meditated with Kali for years on end, various bits of this image spoke to me. Ultimately, we are all flowers in the hand of the Goddess. Source, if you prefer that terminology.

Reality is different now. And it keeps on changing.
“…Le jour de gloire est arrivé.” Second line lyric from La Marseillaise. Today is Bastille Day and all. I have beloved friends who live in France, so echoes of their traditional holiday play out a bit in my field. The funny part is that this is currently true. The “day” of glory has arrived. The day of inner recognition of light is at hand. Seems not, right?

Could this be a numerological portal? Or is that a label we can discard? how is your configuration changing, and how might this day assist?

Pardon the massacre of John Denver’s song title. It showed up and wouldn’t leave. The muses act that way when they want to make a point. What are we listening to these days? Have we learned to listen to the stillness within? Kinda sorta?

The most infamous film by/with Bruce Lee is entitled Enter the Dragon. Having done so, last October, I can report that its integration has shifted up by octaves. What is this new realm of the heart?

Karmic completions are not necessarily the cessation of negative events. These endings/beginnings do, however, set one free. Such a dissolution, or epiphany, opens us to new possibilities. The old games end. New adventures become possible.