Greetings Dear Friends.

As I pondered what mirror we might look into for this partial month of September, the world that arose within me was “Return”. Perhaps it is something about the bend of the light this time of year that ignites the water in diamantine sparkles , or the nodding and yellowing of the once green tomato leaves….so many things beginning their return to the belly of Mother Earth from which they came. Perhaps it is the return to work or school for yet again more learning and offering. Perhaps for me, it is the quiet entry into my Divinity studies which has asked me to turn into myself and examine the spirals of the many journeys I have taken in my life, all of which ( no matter the direction they faced) were threaded with opportunities to come Home. And when I say Home, I mean it just like Aum, the sacred sound that arises from the great Oneness of Ananda (bliss), grows and sustains, then absorbs itself back in it’s original essence like the seasons and cycles that dance through all life. 

What if we looked at all our passages through time as ever evolving journeys of return towards our True Essence. Might we be softer with ourselves and more surrendered to the flow of Grace in even the most challenging revolutions of the turning wheel?

What does the word “Return” call forth in you?

I look forward to pondering it, breathing it and moving in it with you.

Kayaking in Spar Cove

Kayaking in Spar Cove,
It is late afternoon.
My hearts goes quiet and open
As soft rays spill through the lattice of leaves
Upon needles and branches
Laid low by the passage of time…
I am floating with the awareness of how nature
Opens with grace
Into the flow of change.
How it
Repurposes its matter
Into new use and form.
How this great pine now bows to earth
Its craggy strength worn
Bare and bald by sun and salt.
How it’s small branches, once vibrant with movement and light
Lie stark and raw…sharp essence of bone.
How the woodpeckers artful rhythm upon the deep chested trunk
Formed openings through which the wind now whistles and cries
Strains of some ancient and indigenous flute…
And Known.
This landscape understands…
How everything shapeshifts from one heartbeat to the next
In a day, a million shades and moments pass
Each exquisite and perfect,
Deeply present and gone.
I catch myself muscling the water beneath me
And relax my effort into harmonic resonance
With this liquid and essential moving essence.
I begin to breath with the lung of the One who breathes
Somewhere deep beneath it all
Rise and Fall
Ebb and Flow
Open Close
Turn Return
The gull cries, “All is change and all is beautiful” into the shifting sky.
My heart goes wide and deep
As a great osprey wheels above the pines,
It’s Feathers glinting like the rippling surface
Of this tidal bay beneath my boat.
Everywhere around me
A thousand expressions of oneness
Sparkle and dissolve
Turn and Return
Rise and Fall…
In the light of the Surrendering Sun. ~JB

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