"Depth" Ink on paper

I've been quieter... .much quieter, these past days, weeks.... A squelching thirst for something .... greater color, more joy, expansion, and I know I have to move beyond the gunk and junk that I have placed there, eons ago, that, being so 'repelling' in it's awkwardness, has kept me lifetimes after lifetimes from facing it, from flowing around it. 

'Not yet!', was the excuse. Not any more. The moment is now. If not now, when? I know what is possible, I know it! Not for me alone, for mankind, for the earth, for the future! That knowing is my lighthouse, showing me my true North, never failing, always there.

Keep moving, facing this darkness that is so thick, right before the dawn. 

It's that time of the year, the timeless, senseless, mindless space of dreams. Releasing the nightmares, lies and virtual realities, dancing with the wildness of the forest, singing with the stars and earth. And inviting possibilities, vague and undefined and so full of lightness!

Deep tones that sound like rock-on-rock, excruciating exuberance of flooded mountain creeks once so peaceful now roaring with dancing boulders. 

That quiet that is not quiet, that knows, that desires to move ahead of patience. What are we gathering? What strengths are we enchanting into being here with us? These bits and pieces that are coming to us, across galaxies and universes, from hidden crevices in long-forgotten planets, pleading, demanding, asking us to wake up, wake up, wake up. It's not pleasant. And, it doesn't have to be torture. 

Not when we relax into that, embrace it, make it ours. Abandon resistance, once and for all. 

No symphony thrives on high pitched violin only. The oboe, bassoon and bass, deepest whispering earth sound....the river underneath the river. 

Listening into the void that is not empty. 

And trusting my beating heart, heightened senses and intense 'edgi-ness'. 

Something is up. It's here. Not my first time.

Not your first time.

Dreamer, the moment has come.

The glory of it, we will only know once we look back from the other end of the tunnel.

In a way, I can't wait ....

Gathering strength and courage. Knowing that our seeds are now growing.

.... you're not alone.

Be strong. Be quiet. Be strong.