All posts filed under: Spirit

A brief glimpse of what lies ahead

Neptune, Lord of infinite Possibility, has just returned home to Pisces, the realm of Dreams and Visions. For the next 13 years. Are you ready to dream your grandest visions of what’s possible for humanity into being, or are you going to hide out with a bottle of wine and play video games all night? Mars, the Warrior, is on his way back through Virgo, to visit the temple priestess and have his wounds nurtured and energy revived. Are you feeling angry, wounded, overwhelmed and in need of a break or do you already take great care of your body and energy? Next Week Saturn stations in Libra in preparation for a several month trip of going back to look at what is and what is not working in our lives. Do you have any unfinished business in relationships with anyone? This is a good time to go back and apologize, reach out to a friend in need, pay back the neighbors for watching your kids or deal with whatever is in the way of …

Protecting the Light

When the light shines fully in a physical being when I am filled with divine goodness and love, especially as a a woman, I am in danger in this world, or so it seems. I walk down a bike path near the woods in a shady neighborhood. Ahead of me there is a small group of men standing. They are smoking and looking off into the woods. Occasionally they turn my way looking somewhat sheepish, like boys who have just done something they shouldn’t have or are about to. Maybe they are drinking, maybe they are just the type who look guilty. I don’t see anything particularly suspicious, and still fear rises up in me. If I go off to sit in the woods to meditate, will I be safe? Men will come to women, to take something, to release something, to find something that they feel they do not have in themselves. And women are raped, beaten, dominated, controlled, put down and used to compensate for a feeling of lack, unmet need, inadequacy. There …

Talking with God

When I was 13 my world kind of fell apart. At least as far as I could tell. I read about the holocaust. I visited a concentration camp in school. People killing each other in the most brutal ways, just a generation before me, because they were different and they were scared. I read about the looming danger of nuclear war. People might just destroy everything. My parents were getting divorced. We moved to the US with my mom. I lost all my friends over night. Up until this point I had talked with God. I don’t know when we started our conversation, but I remember spending my evenings in conversation with a sweet, gracious being who was the creator of the world. As my sense of the world was undermined, my faith in God started to crumble. No one around me noticed, they were all too busy with their own troubles. I stopped believing. I stopped talking to God. Why would I talk to someone who let so many horrible things happen in this …

The two brothers

Isaac and Ishmael were brothers. The two sons of Abraham. I was raised Christian. My mom is Episcopalian, my dad Roman Catholic. When I was a child I lived in Vienna, Austria. Almost everyone there was Catholic. The few who weren’t were Lutheran. In my whole 14 years living in Germany and Austria I met one Muslim. His name was Hakan. His family emigrated from Turkey. We lived a few blocks apart and sometimes walked home from school together. Recently I went to Powell’s Books to buy Autobiography of a Yogi. On my way out a book caught my attention. Habibi “Beloved” in Arabic. It is a graphic novel with pictures that reminded me of Persepolis¬† which was another one of those gifts from God. Habibi is the story of two refugees and their suffering and love. It is also the story of two religions, Islam and Christianity. I will have to share more of it later, or perhaps you ought to read it yourself. But for now let this suffice. Isaac and Ishmael were …

Earth Mantra Day 12 – all night

I thought I would give reciting my mantra in bed another shot. The night before it had been so pleasant and cozy and relaxing. I put my daughter to bed at 10:30, way past our usual bed time. The Cosby Show on netflix had entranced us. I gathered up my things, the mala and the small pot of soil, and crawled under the down comforter. Counting the beads in my right hand I stuck my left thumb in the soil to connect to the earth element and started to recite the mantra under my breath. This is by far the longest mantra I have ever recited and if I’m alert and moving quickly I can get through it in 30 minutes. But that really doesn’t ever happen. Spirit always has another plan for me. In this case I was unconscious by the time I reached 1/4 of the beads and then awoke to a knock on my door. There was my sweet daughter who had had a nightmare and wanted to crawl in bed with …

in the beginning

In the name of the One most Merciful and Compassionate. May the words of this blog give inspiration to those who are walking towards the Divine in this time of great changes. There are many paths but only one Creation and we are all a part of it. Many of us are awakening these days for moments and glimpses, sometimes whole days. These are reflections as I look back upon myself on my way. Thank you for stopping in for a moment together. Peace image © Arabic Calligraphy

Earth Mantra Day 13 – all night

I thought I would give reciting my mantra in bed another shot. The night before it had been so pleasant and cozy and relaxing. I put my daughter to bed at 10:30, way past our usual bed time. The Cosby Show on netflix had entranced us. I gathered up my things, the mala and the small pot of soil, and crawled under the down comforter. Counting the beads in my right hand I stuck my left thumb in the soil to connect to the earth element and started to recite the mantra under my breath. This is by far the longest mantra I have ever recited and if I’m alert and moving quickly I can get through it in 30 minutes. But that really doesn’t ever happen. Spirit always has another plan for me. In this case I was unconscious by the time I reached 1/4 of the beads and then awoke to a knock on my door. There was my sweet daughter who had had a nightmare and wanted to crawl in bed with …

in the beginning

“In the name of the One most Merciful and Compassionate.” This is the first line of Koran and all but one chapter of that holy book begins with it. It considered by Muslims to be the way to start any venture. My years as a Sufi left me with great respect for this beautiful nod to the Divine. May the words of this blog give inspiration to those who are walking towards the Divine in this time of great changes. There are many paths but only one Creation and we are all a part of it. Many of us are awakening these days for moments and glimpses, sometimes whole days. These are reflections as I look back upon myself on my way. Thank you for stopping in for a moment together. Peace image ¬© Arabic Calligraphy