being & belonging

As 2015 draws to a close it is a light hearted time to relax and enjoy myself with friends and loved 
ones in appreciative gratitude. 

I find myself enjoying gatherings where we are able to express our feelings affectionately and authentically. Celebrating life. Eulogizing our beloveds passing. 

It's such a fulfilling and expansive feeling that makes me want to share it with everyone as often as I can.

On a cosmic level, for the first time in 38 years we are blessed with a Christmas full moon as the 

gate of Winter Solstice is flung open on the first day of a snow-less winter in New York for the 

first time in a very long time. 

Winter Solstice marks the rebirth of Light - the promise that light and warmth will return to a cold, 

dark world as celebrated by many spiritual communities. 

“Any form of chaos is required to be approached from a space of love, even amusement and non-attachment if possible. There is no need to activate drama or negative feelings within in response to small experiences of chaos manifesting within your reality. Allow yourself to enjoy being observant with the knowingness that the chaos is proof that you are moving forth to experience light exploding 

from within your being. For greater experiences of chaos, you are not required to act or react in a 

certain way, simply to hold love, forgiveness, faith and trust, for yourself especially.” 

~ The Andromedan Message: Next Stage of Ascension 

Celebrating these Earth holidays allow us to bring in new energies that enhance our lives as we tune in and flow with the Earth and her laws of nature. 

These evocative insights are aptly encapsulated in the beautifully crafted words of this David Whyte poem: 

The Winter of Listening [from "The House of Belonging"]

No one but me by the fire,

my hands burning

red in the palms while

the night wind carries

everything away outside.

All this petty worry

while the great cloak

of the sky grows dark

and intense

round every living thing.

What is precious

inside us does not

care to be known

by the mind

in ways that diminish

its presence.

What we strive for

in perfection

is not what turns us

into the lit angel

we desire,

what disturbs

and then nourishes

has everything

we need.

What we hate

in ourselves

is what we cannot know

in ourselves but

what is true to the pattern

does not need

to be explained.

Inside everyone

is a great shout of joy

waiting to be born.

Even with the summer

so far off

I feel it grown in me

now and ready

to arrive in the world.

All those years

listening to those

who had

nothing to say.

All those years

forgetting

how everything

has its own voice

to make

itself heard.

All those years

forgetting

how easily

you can belong

to everything

simply by listening.

And the slow

difficulty

of remembering

how everything

is born from

an opposite

and miraculous

otherness.

Silence and winter

has led me to that

otherness.

So let this winter

of listening

be enough

for the new life

I must call my own. 

Merry Christmas and cheers to us for another year well lived!