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ARRIVING IN CUZCO

“It’s a week and a half away now. The memories come. Hearing the traffic on the streets in front of the hotel, early in the morning. The air is cold. I can smell it. The feeling of rightness when the plane landed in Cuzco Airport. Walking across the runway to the terminal. Feeling in every part of me the sense of being (having come) home — again. “Greetings, old friends”, I say to the mountains. They say, “Welcome home, daughter.” Everything else falls away — the tensions, the stresses, confusions of putting the trip together; it’s gone, doesn’t matter now. Whoever, whatever I am elsewhere falls away, too. Honed down, stripped away, I’m there completely. Jaguar, not hunting, not even stalking really, just alive with the quiet, deep excitement of anticipated adventure. My physical body has caught up to where my spirit has always been, never left. We go through the gate, get our bags, get on the bus for Cuzco.”

Peru in December

DECEMBER 28 TO JANUARY 7
PERU

We have a real opportunity now to weave the energetics of this beginning of
The New Era of Light, The Evolution of All Life.
We travel through the energetic grid itself, bringing ayni (perfect balance)
to where it has not been.
This is, quite possibly, the most important work you will ever do.
You have the actual opportunity to participate in making the changes
we have all wanted in the world.
Don’t miss or put off this opportunity to do what you have always said you wanted to do if you could find a way to do it.
Well, here it is.
Folks, this is more real and actual than anything you have done before.
The work itself and its results are physically tangible,
not just felt through the perceptual energetic.

Join us as we gather together in sacred ceremony at
Killarumiyoq, The Temple of The Moon, a place of the Essential Feminine.

My Gift from a 2 Year Old

After a week at work of being stretched in many directions; challenged and confronted with the lasting and devastating impacts of abuse and power over our most vulnerable people, I was exhausted; charged with emotion and the heightened awareness of my smallness amidst the complexities of people's lives. Throughout the week I have experienced outrage at how the violation of basic human rights goes unaccounted for. This is not new for me. But this week for some reason I found myself more than usual at the coal face being called to listen, support and hold; all the while being challenged by my white privelege and the abusive systems of power in both government and church. People's lives are in ruin. None of this is new to me. I have been working in this field for many years. What was different this week? I don't know.

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Talks With Nisargadatta

The real dose not die,the unreal never lived
Once you know that death happens to the body and not to you , you just watch your body falling off like a discarded garment

The real you is timeless and beyond birth and death.
The body will surive as long as it is needed,it is not important that it lives long.

Meditation and mindfulness retreat with 20 financial advisors!

As I mentioned in my profile, I am walking the path towards the light while working in an industry that has yet to see it. The finance world has been responsible for some greedy and selfish behavior through the years. However, I am happy to report that through this shift, even this will change.
A few weeks ago, in the beautiful Catskill mountains, I went through a four day retreat with 20 financial advisors. If you've ever had the pleasure to be around an advisor for an extended period of time, they are typically very type A. Always on the go, moving and shaking. Probably the last group you'd expect at this retreat.
As we sat down for our first meditation, I looked around the room and half of the people in there had some part of their body shaking and moving. Was this group really going to be able to settle into this?

Healing pain and suffering from my family tree.

It was my third session with my teacher. Each session seemed to go a little deeper, but still knocking at the door of the root of discomfort that had been nestled into my belly for as long as I could remember. We started by approaching my three year old self. I immediately felt the belt hitting my rear end and with a flash, I was struck with shear terror that my Grandfather had bottled up from the horrors he encountered fighting in world war II. As I approached this live wire ball of fear spasaming in my stomach, it intensified. Screams from my Grandfather filled my head "how could humanity have come to this?????????? HOW?????". This cry became an anguishing feeling. My teacher, whom I forgot was in the room, gently instructed me to take this ball of fear and be willing to set it outside of myself, at least for now. As I sat there, sweat dripping out of every pour in my body, I took a good look at that ball of energy.

#5

Blog #5 a day light. I mean late. Woah. I got nothin'. That slip could inspire somethin'... but no muscle to make sure it's real.

But I showed up anyway.

Did you hear the story on NPR about the Rhianna hit-making machine?

Waiting for inspiration from my heart...

See what tomorrow brings...

Blog #4

Missed last night. Remembered. Forgot. Remembered. Forgot. Sound familiar? This is why I committed to consecutive days - so I would remember, and correcting form forgetting would be easier somehow.

I was going to write about this: How often I wake up and feel the lurch back to things as they are and then I had been once again existing in the field of the imaginal - if only, what if, my mind and imagination committed to a made up world - not totally, and not crazily, not believing it - even still, the part within that was doing this, was really deeply hoping, and my how difficult it could be to live in the real for that part of me.

It seems, in this life, I went between how things should be and I how I wished they could be, back and forth, back and forth. What a journey, and so much pain in landing in real life, the pain being in the difference between the two existences and also in getting into the skin that allows this real one to be, because without it's never any fun.