Monday, July 23, 2012

Threaded Bookmark

I gather feathers, I write and search for threads and if I’m graced, nature whispers to me a thread to ponder.  I know well the hurried gentle pat on the head and the sound of “that’s nice…” and their moving on. Standing beneath the night sky before dawn, like a hand paused in the middle of turning the page, the stars whispered of life as change yet life as being. A seed simply is, acts from its nature without question or fear.  Yet in that being is constant change as it unfolds into a flower, plant, blade of grass or tree. Being. Change. And in neither does it ask permission, to be understood or approved.  I gather feathers, I write and search for threads, and if I’m graced nature offers a whispered thread to ponder. And as the stars danced, their patterns like glitter spilled upon the table, I drew a deep breath in and whispered,
Sweet, sweet mercy, I, I…. am the thread.

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is The Hour.
And there are things to be considered:
  Where are you living?
  What are you doing?  What are your relationships?  Are you in right relation?  Where is your water?  Know your garden.  It is time to speak your Truth.

Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we've been waiting for.
—The Elders Oraibi
Arizona Hopi Nation

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