Each morning at dawn the Earth has an open invitation
"Come sit with me.
Refresh yourself
Let us fall in love again."
Rumi describes it this way:
"Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the sweet scent.
Let us dress the Earth in green
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love."
Welcome to The Whole in the Center
Welcome to the Whole in the Center
Joyce Seelig, Co-founder
Life is a dream, and you are the dreamer
Joyce Seelig, Co-founder
Life is a dream, and you are the dreamer
Through:
Spiritual practice Ceremony
Creativity
Dream work
Storytelling
May we serve Mother Earth and all Her inhabitants by:
Nurturing seeds of peace, friendship and the power of a strong mind
Manifesting our unique gifts and sharing them with others
Creating circles of goodness to heal the world a little bit more
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
The Earth Called to My Friend
My dear friend Sue dropped her body today. She loved the Earth and took care of Her. I'll miss you Sue. Till we meet again. I know you continue.
A poem by Nancy Wood.
The Earth called to my friend and she went,
Deep into the Earth Root from which she came,
Down into Blue Lake where our ancestors dwell,
Deep into the heart of the Yellow Corn Maiden,
To a place of beauty and light.
I watched the sky for a long time and then I saw
A cloud in the shape of my friend,
Riding a fine white horse with wings so big
They blotted out the sun, making shadows
Across my withered fields of corn.
I called to my friend to ask if she was happy
And if she knew more than when she left.
I called out her name and blessed her
With an eagle feather, dancing in her behalf,
The wild old dances of our youth.
Good bye, my friend, I said, watching the clouds
Crumble into little pillows that fell as rain
Into the dryness of my fields.
A poem by Nancy Wood.
The Earth called to my friend and she went,
Deep into the Earth Root from which she came,
Down into Blue Lake where our ancestors dwell,
Deep into the heart of the Yellow Corn Maiden,
To a place of beauty and light.
I watched the sky for a long time and then I saw
A cloud in the shape of my friend,
Riding a fine white horse with wings so big
They blotted out the sun, making shadows
Across my withered fields of corn.
I called to my friend to ask if she was happy
And if she knew more than when she left.
I called out her name and blessed her
With an eagle feather, dancing in her behalf,
The wild old dances of our youth.
Good bye, my friend, I said, watching the clouds
Crumble into little pillows that fell as rain
Into the dryness of my fields.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Everything is metaphor
When you go outside see what nature offers to you as a mirror.
Ask yourself: How might this flower, or bird, or cloud, or river, be a metaphor for who I am (at this moment) or who I might want to become?
This soft sweet dove came to the backyard and allowed me to pick her up.
Oh to be so sweet and kind. She has filled my meditations with peace over the weekend.
Ask yourself: How might this flower, or bird, or cloud, or river, be a metaphor for who I am (at this moment) or who I might want to become?
This soft sweet dove came to the backyard and allowed me to pick her up.
Oh to be so sweet and kind. She has filled my meditations with peace over the weekend.
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