On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
When I made myself the list of what I wanted with me in my rebirthing space I did not anticipate several things. I did not realize I would feel so grateful and energized to be on my own schedule, to not be in charge of chores, or schedules, or so completely and utterly thrilled to write.
I have been in my Princess Tower for five days.
Read MoreWhen you go and see Rob Wergin in person, an experience I highly recommend, he gives you two bottles of water. A big bottle of water to put in your drinking water (like the water of John of God) and a small bottle of water to use in the bathtub and to spritz around your energy field. My children call that “God Water.”
So, God Water, so dubbed “Energetically Charged Water”, on Rob’s website - one of those glorious moments in life when the analytic brain second guesses and tries to invalidate one’e one experience.
Read MoreIn the beginning there was the Word and the Word was a big bang. So here goes - my big bang.
May 7, 2018, my heart stopped. No heartbeat. Then, after a bit, it started again. That kicked off the evening where I merged with God and spoke and understood life from my God Self.
This is what I know. We are all the same. All is God. All is love. Beneath every … every moment is either fear that tightens the body or the invitation to relax into the Divine hug that awaits us all. God is waiting for us to relax into Him and see ourselves as one.
Yes, okay, backing up.*
Read MoreRight so yes, it has almost been a year (say what?!). I would love to say that my time unplugged was due to more than passed out napping and devouring bags of avocado oil potato chips, but that would be a lie. Pregnancy was amazing and primal and awesome.
Read MoreYogi Bhajan said, "I have come to create teachers, not to gather students." Okay, I remember thinking when I started teacher training, good for you - but no thanks.
Read MoreFarm Beginnings is the chronicle of a city girl starting to farm. Last installment Corinna spoke of farming trees for the wood stove. Today she speaks to why she farms.
A few weeks ago I gently tucked tiny black and silver specks into wet soil. I placed plastic covers over the soil, put the flats under a sunlamp on the radiator and waited. The soil was very wet. I did not disturb the flats at all, water condensed on the inside of the mini plastic greenhouses.
Four weeks later there is a green carpet of tender strong dynamic life reaching upwards, unfurling new leaves with the courage of a new day.
That is what this whole thing is all about.
Sigh.
In my Master Gardener class a few years ago, the teacher stood at the front of the room the first day and asked us, “Why are you here?” Responses varied: “I love to garden,” “I volunteer at a farm,” “I want to keep my husband company when he gardens,” “I like to grow my own food.”
She listened patiently and then summarized all of the disparate sharing into one shooting star, “You are here because once upon a time, maybe when you were young, you planted something and it grew.”
It grew! Without any sleepless nights, or bank loans, or driving across town running late to an appointment, or jealousy, or broken hearts, or any of the beautiful facets of our human existence - you can place a tiny seed into moist dark earth, show it the sun, and the universe will give you a tree.
Or sunflowers, or kale, or barley your animals can eat. It is the most humbling and beautiful thing to me. On the days when I think I need to be in charge, or even may want to be in charge, am I kidding?
The universe can grow a tree.
Beyond Grateful.
Here is the post on Real Time Farms.
My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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