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Whale

Our telepathy
meets in a monumental
hello of two hearts.

I call, you come, and
brush gently against the boat,
crooning your love song.

Pausing a moment,
is that a wink I detect?
You flirt, then farewell!

Will you invite me
to frolic in frothing waves?
Besotted, I wait.

This poem was inspired by a whale watching trip (humpbacks) a few years ago. I very much wanted to have a close encounter with a whale, so before the trip I meditated and asked for the whales to hear me, and for one to come and visit.

The day we went out the whale watching seemed dismal. There were a few sightings of them breaching and jumping high in the air, but they were far away. Wherever our boat went, the whales were not close. I had almost given up inside (“Where are you? Please come.”) and was standing away from the group on the boat. Suddenly the guide came over and excitedly tugged on my jacket. “Come over here! Now!”

I went over to the other side of the boat, and a whale had quietly surfaced right beside the boat, nestled right up against it. “There you are!”

The whale moaned his whale talk a couple of times, then waited a moment, and submerged. To this day I’m absolutely certain he came especially to say “Hello” to me. Can’t prove it, but sometimes you just know…

What special encounter(s) have you had with the animal world? And do you believe in telepathic communication? I would love to hear your comments. 🙂

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Melding

Earth School

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Do you believe your soul is returning here in various lives to work out all that you need to learn to evolve? Or, are you a person who perhaps believes in only one life, but also the eternal aspect of the soul after that one life? Or, are you someone who does not believe in either; there is one life and no afterlife?

I’m not here to say what is “right or wrong”, or what someone else “should or shouldn’t” believe, but only to share my own process on this idea of the evolving soul.

From a very young age, I always felt within me the presence of a higher creative power at work in the world. (If you’re sensitive, you can feel it between the lines in everything. The Native peoples call this “the web of life”.) However, exploring my feeling of this higher energy within the Christian church as a child, and again later as an adult, did not satisfy within me a suspicion that we need way more than one life to encompass all the learning a soul needs to perfect and move back to the One. I also could not accept the idea of a punishing God. (What truly loving being “punishes”?) I also could not accept the idea that such a God would dole out a life of poverty and strife to one person, while giving another a life of relative ease and wealth.

I think we have various experiences, over as many lifetimes as we need, to learn the important principles that various spiritual masters have come here to teach us. And, within each life we, and only we, are responsible for our choices, and the outcome of our lessons. (Taking responsibility eliminates the victim mentality and blame.) Ofttimes we also have other souls that will return to us again within several lives, different bodies playing different roles, so that we can work out our lessons together.

Religious institutions, although they play a role of bringing people together to explore spirituality, can also be one of the great dividers in society. What religion who is truly oriented to nurturing a spiritually evolved society, would condone or promote hatred of another? There are many paths to becoming spiritually evolved, and should we not be simply all helping each other on that path, if the positive evolution of humanity is indeed the common goal?

Eternally

We don’t remember
our other soul lives spent here,
alien Earth plane.

Swaths of sand smooth and
soften hard edges of lost
civilizations.

We visit, then with
infinite impermanence,
return to dust too.

Soul Mate

Eternal surprise,
all the hellos and goodbyes,
right there in your eyes.

Eternal Rhythm

The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.

Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.

If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.

Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.

But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.

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The Moon Laughed

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The moon lit my blind
last night, illuminating
my insomnia.

“Silly girl”, she laughed,
“You fret so over nothing!
Time to let it go.

“The ‘reality’
that torments you is but a
a false illusion.

“Politicians come,
inevitably they go;
they’ll be forgotten.

“Plant your corn, hoe it
well, and I’ll help you grow it;
read your almanac.”

“The seeds feel my pull,
the waxing and the waning,
the eternal show.

“Drink of my silver,
purify your thoughts, trust in
your infinite self.”

Then the light passed, but
moon’s laughter echoed as I
drifted to slumber.

Save or Savor?

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“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world, and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” ~ E.B. White

I know exactly what E.B. White means…

Must it be a choice? Perhaps the answer to E.B. White’s dilemma is to savor the world every day, while we save it. Or maybe savoring it, in actual fact, saves it? (Gratitude and reverence.)

It’s a very delicate balance. I believe we are here to do both.

What do artists and writers have to say about the world? Speaking as both, I think they fall into two main categories. They either want you to see the beauty, so you’ll savor it. Or, they want you to see the ugliness and pain, so that you’ll help to make it better. I think there is value in both approaches. My art (drawings and paintings) have always been about the beauty. In my writing, I try to walk a line of showing both sides of the coin, because life is hugely complex, and we cannot truly appreciate anything without tasting its opposite.

On days when the state of the world gets me a little bit down, I come back to thoughts of purpose. This is a very beautiful world (the Earth and we humans who inhabit it), one to be savored (life is a gift), and therefore one worth saving from that which craves to destroy it. Part of my personal journey has been one of finding the correct balance of save and savor, because if one is not careful, “save” can begin to overtake.

I hope you have a beautiful Sunday, however you spend it. For me, Sunday is purely a savor day, one of rest and to focus on the beauty.

Inspirational Quotes

“We’re not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes.”
~ Joseph Campbell

“What I’ve come to learn is that the world is never saved in grand messianic gestures, but in the simple accumulation of gentle, soft, almost invisible acts of compassion.”
~ Chris Abani

“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.” ~ Amal El-Mohta

Life Is a Gift

It’s a blue-sky day,
one of those
beauteous blue-full,
joyously jocular,
splendidly splashy,
exceptional days –
I long to shout
LIFE IS A GIFT
in unmistakable
letters across the
blue shiny yonder,
to imprint them
indelibly on your
mind, so you’ll –

Remember when
the dark clouds roll
in, on a day when
life feels pissy and
oh so problematic,
to take a deep breath,
and close your eyes,
and gently pull the
gray gloom aside,
to see those big
oh so true words
I etched on blue
for you, so that
you’d never forget –

Life is a gift.