Sacred Places

Sacred places are places of the heart and soul the kind that reassure us of the presence of Holy Spirits, strong spirits so powerful as to make believers out of the most nonbelieving in miracles and things beyond the limits of human understanding. Things unfathomable misunderstood and mysterious, mighty and able to leap and bound into the hightest high and rescue one from the lowest of low places and times. There is holiness among us that involve vibrations and energy that stirs with the capacity to heal open wounds, comfort the unconsolable, mend broken hearts and bones and hold close those seeking shelter from the storms.  

Sacred places of peace, simple appointed and found in our core our very being with the ability to fortify ourselves share and emit elements of divinity. We can also contain corrosive toxic waist that clogs our consciousness, stymies our sensibilites while suffocating and squeezing the life out of you. 

What is believed is manifested in ways that can perpetuate self doubt and despair or present us with new and improved views that facilitate fresh ways of navigating forward finding the places deep inside that help us stand tall and feel better confident in our own strength and sacredness even with every little and big challenge in place. 

HEYY! Hi!!

MOON! Over here! HEY, Looking good, great to see you! Your glow when the sun shines on you is such a wonderful thing. I am very grateful for your loyalty and friendship, Thank you for being there! I appreciate your quiet constant giant presence, beyond reach yet right there and always welcome. I like to think of you as a beautiful benevolent ball of light, a rising and falling astronomical entity barely there, often obscured from view, dim, bright brighter, brilliant. I am always happy to see you and feel the goodness created by that great glow in the dark, skylight of yours, it never gets old, nice and neat, no fuss no muss. From a slight sliver of light to a plump waxing happy moon, a stunning display of divine universal forces at work.  

*The remaining tree trunk and branches in the front yard look like the flailing arms of Zozobra (effegy/50' giant marionette, "Old Man Gloom") symbolic of burning down accumulated doom and gloom, the event kicks-off the annual Santa Fe Fiesta's.

 

Thank you again dear Moon for your perfectly orchestrated presence in earth's solar system so smooth accompanying us with your astute majestic swan dives, elegant and perfectly appointed with powerful potent energy and protective. You have a special place in my life. Please know I am eternally grateful to you, the light you share from the suns shine is a wonderous, mysterious, a marvel and blessing. "I like the way you move!" ☺♥

May

As glorious as you are mysterious, brutally handsome as you are bitter sweet, sprouting buds, birds and bee's paint mother earths beautiful face with fragrant scents, mouthwatering flavors, fresh flowers the sights and sounds leave one breathless, bewildered in awe and part of the season of change, connected to earth's lavish tapestry.

The wind chimes stir and the cool evening casts curious shadows on the wall as the moon and stars vie for our attention. Meanwhile planes seem to fly playfully in the sky, a dog shakes and her collar clinks against her gold fur, in the distance another dog barks in harmony with the sound of cars driving to and fro.

The sounds of the city create background music with a familiar rhythm that is comforting, often transparent as the melody blends into the day and night. The morning light is welcomed or dreaded accompanied by the sweet sound of birds chirping getting on with the business of welcoming another day in May.