Tribute to Navalny

         Tribute to NAVALNY 

Clouds dark as ink against receptive skies

Wait in pre-dawn cognition for rays to come.

Clustered in heaviness heavens announce

A pressurized system forming.

Break away clouds scurry toward freedom

A sight recorded in calligraphic script,

He is gone our Nalvarny, our hero- martyr!

Beholding true power in the midst of fear.

With life eclipsed, His spirit spreads

In will, in heart to mass consciousness.

Blood rising sun awakens now

With Michaelic light in artic times

Our Earth needs Our Spirit’s warmth

To encourage the dawn in sleeping minds.

May you RIP.

Happy Solstice Rising

Today we are celebrating with full responsiveness the miracle of life made possible as the Cosmic sun streams its full radiance of Light upon us. We are reminded of our inherited belonging and dependency to the source of Light that provides transformative power. The Sun awakens our cellular memory, our nervous system and soul longing to reach toward the rising Light which illuminates our cosmic /human journey. This time of year shines the way that can guide us in our destiny path toward our own personal /collective apexs.

I wish for all of you that today you experience a beginning again. A new dawn rising up in your spine, over the horizon of your inner ecology of being. Allowing the activation of those cosmic wheels within your chakras to assist you in movement toward your healthiest self.  Drink in the Light that brings stamina to your will and empowers your words into a living language of Love, Levity and Enlightment. Turning toward the Cosmic Light that lives within brings clarity and discernment such that it becomes easier to see the Light within every soul. The heat of True Light melts the heart's defended self and allows the wisdom of forgiveness to reside in its place. 

May The Light shine on you, on this planet and on all sentient beings. Enjoy!!!

A Tribute to RBG - Call To Women To Vote

We mourn as a nation for the loss of Chief Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg who inhabited within her petite 5 ft 1inch stature the presence of a giant, amongnst both men and women. She demonstrated in her private and professional life a dedication to true decency, respect and equality to what was right. She awakened inspiration in women to find their voices and exercise their power for a higher cause. She lives on in our nation as a feminine icon, our Lady Liberty, who kept the torch of justice, clarity and equality alive.

Inspiring she was as a true feminine warrior who took on institutionalized inequality against women in all areas of life. Her tireless efforts have impacted positively all women, urban, suburban and rural.

Thank you RBG! May you RIP.  Women's Voices Matter!  Vote Integrity!

The Alchemy of Love- Thanksgiving

It's the day after the feast called Thanksgiving. I am sitting in the afterglow as I just finished my second day tastings of all the extraordinary food prepared and shared by thirty family members who descended upon the home and joint family that Tom and I began creating nearly eight years ago.

What is it about such a day that can pull everyone to fly and drive from nine states around the union to be together? Or,  for me to be so inspired with a heart of mindfulness to every last detail on three formal table settings that pleases the eyes of those ninety, sixty and one years old? Or Tom, who attends effortlessly and successfully to three eighteen pound turkeys? It can only be one unmeasurable experience called LOVE. 

Love is the transformational power that holds the healing of absolution of all our human folly. When love gathers it builds upon itself. The gathering of family and friends offers such potentiality. What begins as a feast becomes a love fest. 

Happy Birthday Jane

I am getting ready for my bi-weekly women's circle tonite which I created ten years ago as a way to build a trusted community amongst women who know how to have fun, be sensitive, intelligent and go deep. I am also aware that February 22 is the birthday of my dearest, oldest friend, Jane Kutzler Paar, who left this planet ten years ago..

Jane and I first met in eight grade at a Phila. dance scene held at Boulevard Pools in Northeast Phila.  It was 1965, just a few years post the leather jacket days of Fonzi and kids still hung together on the corner and needed to be cool. It wasn't my neighborhood but it was the best place to dance. On the first night, I witnessed a cat fight between two tough girls fighting over some boy. I stepped into the fight because it upset me and I was too naive to know better. After successfully talking them down by persuading them that the boy wasn't worth their grief, Jane emerged from the crowd and introduced herself. She wanted to know me. The following year we ran into each other again in the hallway of a small private all girls high school, St. Basil's Academy in Fox Chase. It was the beginning of a life long friendship. We were friends through alot of thickness and then some thin. We were intelligent thinkers, writers, poets, naughty, playful hippies and sexy girls. 

What I am aware of today is how much Jane was also my personal historian. She knew me when. Is this not also what we mourn when we lose a life long friend? Someone who is our secret soul keeper? One who has witnessed all the suffering and growing pains you go through to come into consciousness.  I miss Jane still. I think often of her raspy Lauren Bacall voice and the interchangeable laughter and tears that often emerged when we drank too much.  Happy Birthday Janie! I love you.