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There is a spell or a poem

A spell to Commit Pronoia, Jennifer Welwood

Willing to experience aloneness,

I discover connection everywhere;

Turning to face my fear,

I meet the warrior who lives within;

Opening to my loss,

I am given unimaginable gifts;

Surrendering into the emptiness,

I find fullness without end.


Each condition I flee from pursues me.

Each condition I welcome transforms me

And becomes itself transformed

Into its radiant jewel-like essence.

I bow to the one who had made it so,

Who has crafted this Master Game;

To play it is pure delight,

To honor it is true devotion.


This spell or poem spoke to me this morning while doing my practice of reading mediations. A reading mediation is one in which the language of the scripture, if you wish to use that “religious” word. A reading mediation can be a selections of passages from your favorite books or quotes that you may have accumulated in a journal or dairy. Words and language that your feel as you read them, I like to say them out loud, it gives me a sense of life, gives the words and lanuage energy, lets them loose on or into the Universe. As ritual passages they become more magical, reciting the words consciously allows for them to form, give meaning, allows you to feel and sense what they mean, how structure and or tone informs your spirit, breathe, take a moment between the sentences, hold the last one until it lets go.

Letting go informs your conscious you are ready to receive the next line, the next assistance, the next illumination, the next loving caress or uplifting phrase that will carry you on to the next.

Listen to your voice, the sound of it, are you quiet, is it tough or tender, are you commanding the words forth with projection, or are you meekly rendering them across the air into your space? Are those words intimate, are they strong and powerful, like a lover encouraging you on? Sudders my come, you may feel sweaty or faint, or nothing. If nothing, stop, breathe, re-set your intention, your purpose.

Read the previous sentence, or passage, feel it now, understand your pace, how does it feel now?

There are days that it becomes routine and you rush through the practice just to get on with your day, it is okay for now yet remember to embrace the practice next time. That energy and consciousness is what you take with you into your day. A word or a phrase may come to you when driving to work, or doing your chores, a conversation with a friend or even a stranger can sometimes remind you of who you are, and who you are seeking to become. In a flash or later in a thoughtful moment your warrior has come upon its weekness or its strenght, here is where the creative tools are brought forth to craft your being.

It is not perfection we seek even when it feels like that is so. It is the authentic self we seek and begin to know. In our aloneness we are not alone, in our fear we are fearless, in our pursuits we discover we can be transformed.

Delight in the journey, find laughter in the imperfection, and joy in the challenges. Embrace the gifts each moment offers.

There is that poem or passage, or even a spell that leads you…



Mooning imagination

“The world of reality has it limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” ¬†Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Moon and Stars?

With boundless imagination I approach this mornings pages/blog to allow the energy flow into words, the thoughts to accumulate here to express, evolve, even maybe enlighten my journey within imagination and creativity.

I read blogs this morning instead of books, I read the signs of the forest as we walked the paths that have been reconfigured by a big storm that lasted only maybe 20 minutes but left in its path, strewn leaves, broken branches, down trees, accumulated debris of logs and littler that washes down the culverts, and natural streams, that arrived during a rain storm only to be absorbed back into the ground within days and sometimes hours.

Through the storm

Actually the first walk was just after storm, it was still raining a bit, yet the dogs felt the need to investigate. So off we went, the ground was not soggy only wet because it had been so dry for days, weeks. Yet the plants and leaves where all drooping, brushing us with the fresh rain that still clung to them as we walked though. Keeping a look out for new details, that would or could encumber our journey. There where some old branches entangled with other branches creating a damn of leaves and what not within our way. One tree, cracked and broke almost from it base lay across the way leaving us to walk over because it was too big to move, a new challenge on our path.

Rain Pond

The little pond was formed at the base of one of my favorite giant trees, water always settles there and has been an inspiration for photographing many times, at this time I had not brought my camera, it was too wet to have it exposed, and this morning the pond was dry, absorbed into the ground. The journey further on expressed more water, a few more small down trees, mostly dead already… out into the field the dogs ran off to sniff and greet their friend Buddy, dog and master, we have become acquainted with in the past few months. The dogs sniff about and play a little bit. The guy and I speak in generalities, the weather, the dogs, I know he introduced himself once but I have forgotten his name, yet he is friendly and seems to be glad for the friendship of the dogs. Because he mentioned the Buddy is usually looking for them when they come for their walks around the field.

Muffin bath!

When I got back to the house, it was about 7:30 pm, I found that the electric was out, it stayed out the rest of the night until about 3:30 am. When I was a wakened by the sounds of electrical things coming on. The neighbor’s central air system, the whine of whatever else makes the house run that is just usual noise during the night that we don’t really hear. I had to come down to Muffin and Riley because they became disturbed by the new energy that was now coursing through the house, us besides the electric. I sat with them for a while but that was after I showered because I was so damp and sweaty from the humidity ¬†that covered the evening sleep. That a refreshing shower would wash away the stickiness and the unrest of the sleep I had had until then. I remember now I had come down to get my glasses and book “The Lost Symbol” Dan Brown’s last novel, to nudge me back into sleep. Finally reawakening at 7:15 am to begin my day.

Earlier in the evening when it was dark all around me, you could hear some of the neighbors talking in their yards, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting among the wet grass and earth, I choose to sit out in the yard under the almost full moon, to ground, to breath the refreshing air, and to meditate until I was sleepy enough to go to my humid room for the night.

Moon Like

Living in the suburbs the opportunity to Be with the moon does not happen all that much. Oh sure the moon still waxes and wanes but many times it is missed due to so much indoor living as well as it place in the sky. So to sit with sister moon, in the semi silence, among the wet fragrant grass was an opportunity to ground, to center, to be present with her shining white light. The experience was just that one of ground, peacefulness, and restfulness. For off to bed I went shortly after, and the was sister moon shinning on my pillows. So for awhile I got to sleep with the moon, yet she is fickle and she slid out and around the house to shine on else where. In hope to find others who would be present with her glory!

Thank you! I Love You!

Growth Question: Is the Moon part of your reality or your imagination?

I am Love, Jeff