Author: Jo Beall

a poem comes to me, it comes circuitously, creation born from the circle of love is trustworthy… written as a riteuwell celebrating cosmos creation, it seems perfect for nascent november, this moon/month=moonth of transforming and healing in the cauldron, the tenemos, the nest before fledging and of honoring the ancestors who watch over us as we  emerge and see… sounding and re-sounding the words, we breathe in life, this nascent moment of interbeing and breathe out life, this nascent moment of interbeing in a seamless circle of birth to death to rebirth to death as one organic whole… join me in simply being, breathing, bowing, dancing and flowing in beauty as the soul of the space in this wild and precious moment of eternity called to open our one heart expansively…

Ancient Tree of Creation Prayer

“When you were born,
The earth became your body,
The stone became your bone,
The sea became your blood,
The sun became your eye,
The moon became your mind,
The wind became your breath.
When you passed to the Otherworld,
Your breath became the wind,
Your mind became the moon,
Your eye became the sun,
Your blood became the sea,
Your bone became the stone,
Your body became the earth.
When we were born, you did the same for us:
You called forth the earth and rocks;
The sea arose and the sun descended;
The moon shone down and the winds sang.
For those who come after, we shall do as you did for us
When we are gone, we shall do as you did before.
Ancestors, we honour you.”

~ The Reverend Michael J Dangler ~

another delivery today for this moment of eternity of budding, emerging, potentiating… a blessingway for musing upon, for breathing in deeply, contemplating, imagining the cration of a consciousness that is awakened to the world of blessing and belonging…

“In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other:
‘Do you believe in life after delivery?’ The other replied, ‘Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.’
‘Nonsense’ said the first. ‘There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?’
The second said, ‘I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.’
The first replied, ‘That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.’
The second insisted, ‘Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.’
The first replied, ‘Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.’
‘Well, I don’t know,’ said the second, ‘but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.’
The first replied ‘Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?’
The second said, ‘She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.’
Said the first: ‘Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.’
To which the second replied, ‘Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.’”
~ Útmutató a Léleknek ~

may we all rest each day for a wild and precious moment in great silence, in the peace passing all understanding where we fledge into the visceral knowing of being one body, of interbeing in lak’ech…