Know that you are magic….

Know that you are magic. Know what lights you up and sets your soul ablaze.

Return to that often and drink deep of that which inspires you.

Know what returns you to your soul-self and go seek it out – be that dancing or surfing or writing or gardening or walking the wild edges or engaging with mythical creatures; or whatever way you find to let the mystery move through you and inform your inner world.

Take time to re-enchant yourself. To get to your craft- the things that you do that make the world anew. To get excited about this life thing again, to feel your own energy burning bright- rather than being depleted by the days that are and the possible darker-days to come. There is much we can be dismayed by -and- all of our lights are needed in order to walk through what is ahead of us.

We need each of our lights burning bright. we need our own guidance, our own good leadership our own inner-sense, and our own innocence too. To trust in that which guides us -beyond the personal, to track and follow our thread.

We need time to play to pause and to pray. All of us need to trust our own good guidance, our ways of moving towards what is true, what is caring, what cultivates community. We need to stand tall- with each other- by each other, spine straight and eyes open.

Sometimes our life energy rushes back into us- some ends get tied up, some holes where we have been loosing energy get patched up. Our inner energy returns to us- our life force forges out in new directions. Sometimes the rain come- fierce and sweet again and dry lands get watered and thing start to to bloom mighty quick. At other times the endless deluges dry up and the sun breaks through again- and we can see the horizon once more- giving us new navigational aids.

The truest me I have felt this year was riding a giant jackalope- don’t ask me why -something about the combination of fluff and ferrous metal – about bunnies and badassery- about desert dawns, big boots and silk slips. There is something about living into the places where we are allowed to not give flying-F*** about anything – that takes us incredibly close to really how very much we actually care and love deeply- about most everything and everyone.

As the season turn to winter and we shift back into “snuggle home in sweatpants and socks season” it is good to reflect on what your harvest of summer was. This year my heart had some good adventures, got met mightily and honourably, and got to roam all over far and wide, dancing and loving the land doing whole heap of things that are mysteriously meaningful to me. It has been a summer of resurrection after a few seasons of death and dissolution. it was blessed season or two, I am so well fed by what was- and then the space arises where we get to turn towards the empty place of winter- and trust again in what will be.

Know your medicine, drink deep of it, and then surrender it back to stillness. Know that it comes from outside of you, from inside of you, comes through you and is a gift to be given- to share with your community- so we may all burn bright and light each other up. The way gets dark at times- we need to share our light, share who leads, walk the ways together.

Each year has circles and cycles- all that rises will fall again. This too will pass- in both our passionate aliveness and in our time come home and tend and mend. We can be close in all of it- close to ourselves, to our dear ones, to life force, to the mystery, to humility and gratitude for the ordinary grace of the day to day. Trust in that, in the circles and cycles. “All that falls will rise again”- the moon teaches us many things as she waxes and wanes – trust in that pull that moves most everything- in its own timing. These things cannot forced. Fate is the final referee- her say cannot be disputed- however hard we play

There is a place between what was and what will be that is sort of scary and delicious and uncomfortable all at once. It is sort of like laying in the dark waiting for your lover to kiss you- its sort of edgy-delicious – the unknown is here and all you can do is surrender and trust all turns our sweetly- we don’t know. Sometime we will get what we want- sometimes we won’t- it will mis-attune, have other agendas, be needed elsewhere! It is all a mighty miracle anyway. All “just” life moving through bringing feels and opportunities to track the mind and the way it moves with the feeling body; sometimes so yummy and sometimes so uncomfortable.

Sometimes life is so very sweet at other times it’s savage, and often it’s just mindfulness of “meh” and finding the many blessings in the day to day….drink deep of all of it. Drink deep of both the days of red-silk dress and the days of warm wooly socks; of the community gatherings and the sweet terrain of your aloneness, of the days when the muse burns bright within you- and the days you get lost in drudgery and to-dos.

We do know that changes keep on coming, that life keeps on moving on through- until one day it doesn’t.

Sometimes all there is to do is to bow your head in the dark and give thanks: thanks for what was, for what will be, for what will never be, and for just what is…