Our lives are made of days and nights, of seasons and years. We are part of a universe of suns and moons and planets. Humanity marks ends and we make beginnings in hope that by taking a pause in the current of time - within a moment of silence or suspended breath - we may see through illusion and glimpse the path forward to live as the expressions of infinite love, grace and light that we indeed - deep down - know ourselves to be.
We pray. We visit our wild places, sacred spaces, make offerings to our ancestors, we call to all Gods and Goddesses, our Star Bretheren, and tinker with geometry, gravity and atoms - rousing from slumber. Rubbing our eyes, and stretching.
Perhaps 2014 might truly be a new dawn for all mankind, and the universe itself - which today ripples in the reverberations of our collective stirring. We are waking up.
In the new dawn, numbered 2014 by agreement and 55 by me, for me, in this round - I pray we let the illusion of our separateness die. I pray our next collective breath marks the end to our shared madness - and sadness. I pray that our days and nights, and seasons and years come alive with the celebration of our knowing our sacred place among suns and moons and planets.
Let us mark this end and make this beginning: Within this pause in the illusion of time - within this moment of silence - in this suspended breath: Let us boldly step into the current of our own purposes and live as the expressions of infinite love, grace and light that we are.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. —St. Francis of Assisi
May we be blessed.
