Midday Mystery and Magic

It was high noon but from the looks of the sky it could easily have been nightfall. Lake Tahoe, surrounded as it is by mountains, has its own unique weather. Storms blow in without warning after a clear, blue-skied morning. The time in-between, though, seemed to stand still and tranquility reigned supreme. Light reflected on the rolling water, a sign of hope and promise–as if heaven were signaling a reminder that Mother Nature is merely clearing the air and releasing the remaining leaves that had clung steadfastly to the limbs of the trees though their moment of vibrant glory had already passed.

The earth, wood, water and sky mix it up in a timeless, elemental dance as the winds gain momentum and blow through the hollow structures that once stood for something, those walls we’ve all created for ourselves that housed and witnessed love and life in all its wonderful/terrible guises.

Imagination sparks as the puzzle pieces are pulled from their places and strewn about with reckless abandon. What to do with it all now? The time for turning back has passed. After the storm we are invited to start anew. Pick up the pieces and see them with new eyes. What to choose? What to do? What is precious and relevant now?

The transition from the old ways into the New Energy has often been a stormy process for those of us willing to step into a new, more harmonious way of being and interacting with the world and those in it.

Storms move energy and challenge our perspective to take us out of our comfort zone. They allow us to realize new potentials; new possibilities abound and are always right there once we choose to see and seize them.

In the New Energy we are invited to open to ease, joy and grace. Even a storm brewing on the horizon is beautiful once we appreciate the magic and mystery it reveals.

Beauty in Bloom~Something to be thankful for…

When I was a kid my mother, being a kindergarten teacher with a myriad of inspired ideas on ways to make kids think and be more mindful of their blessings, would ask that each of her children name at least one thing we were thankful for on Thanksgiving. I, being the oldest and the only girl, aimed to please and would wrack my brain for the best possible answer. As we went around the table taking turns answering the traditional Thanksgiving Day question in an attempt to please Mom, we played off one another’s answers in hopes of outdoing one another. And then it was Mark’s turn.

Mark, even at a young age, believed in calling a spade a spade and was not at all interested in pleasing our mother or anyone else. When it was his turn Mom encouraged him to top the rest of us in his pronouncement of gratefulness. He couldn’t have been more than five or six years old at the time and after a long, long pause and a glowering look at my mother who had challenged him to dig deep, announced, “I’m not glad about nothin’!”

It was typical Mark but so unexpected and even outrageous considering it was the one day of the year when giving thanks was mandatory, wasn’t it? He caught us all so unprepared for his irreverent answer we all burst out laughing. Mark, fully expecting to be scolded for not playing the game, was at first a bit confused by our merriment but before long joined in the laughter quite pleased to realize he’d not only gotten away with speaking his mind, thanks to him we were having a little fun.

What are you grateful for at this time of year?

For me the list is long. This gorgeous flower, in one of the colors I always think of as belonging to a goddess, blooming at the foot of my stairs, was a real treat for me.

I am thankful for good health, family, friends, living a life rich with love and for being alive at this amazing time. And I’m thrilled to have this blog to share a story or two.

Magical Prelude to a New Beginning

In mid-October I attended the Crimson Circle’s DreamWalker Ascension Transistions Teachers Training held in Incline Village at Lake Tahoe, Nevada. I arrived in the late afternoon of the day before and once I’d check into my hotel, headed for the Lake with my camera to explore and take a few pictures.

My excitement grew and inspiration led the way as the woodsy warm air swirled around me on my short hike through the little park to the beach. With the sun fast approaching its moment of setting I was able to catch its fiery light dancing through the branches of a tall old pine to perfectly back-light the gentleman who sat on the bench enjoying watching the waves roll in.

The next day I started the Teachers Training that was the first step on my road to becoming a New Energy Teacher. This has been a dream of mine for some time now and my experience of those five days and what I came away from it having realized about myself and about my subject far surpassed anything I had imagined.

I’ve been in a long period, years now. of releasing so much that hasn’t worked for me for some time but without a clear sense of what to do or where to go from where I was. As I went through the training I realized that the sun that had been setting on my old life and old ways really was a prelude to a brand new day. As I shift my perspective to see what is before me now, no longer as an empty hole but as an opening, a space to be filled with whatever I choose, I see that all these endings are clearing the way for a multitude of new potentials awaiting me.

May the sun set gracefully upon you and may you rest in the beauty of its amen.

And so it is.