Mythologically, the rainbow has always been a sign of hope – a connection between Heaven and Earth, a sign of harmony and peace. It was once believed that deities, spirits, and mortals passed along its bands of color both during life and after, protecting the indivisibility of sky and Earth.
“Native people [understand] that for every process they put a natural object through, they must make up for its loss of aliveness or consciousness by replacing it with their own.’
When we awaken to light, we may easily slip into the dream that day is painted just for us.
I asked for one thing and received another. And yet it warmed my heart.
Mixing magic. The Earth speaks through all her creatures, all her creatures’ parts, every petal, feather and fragment. We only hear her when we may pause to experience the blessing before us. Her sound is not silent but subtle.
On the winding way up
we age in all our crimson glory
Death is just a segue
Draw the outline first so I’ll know where to stand
and in new light, recast my shadow
so I’ll learn where I’ve been
and where I must go
The Dalai Lama says, if you think it has consciousness, then it does.
Notice what gets you a-flutter. What gives you that special warm feeling inside, or maybe it’s that liberating I COULD MOVE MOUNTAINS . . . RIGHT NOW! kind of feeling.
“You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is…”