Tonight is my night for magic with the moon.
Even if I am sleepy I will be awake because
the Light is in full bloom.
The super-sphere, the mother of Water
She is my lover and I am her daughter
peace is acceptance, the music of God
God is Love, the mother of joy
Joy is like waves, the home of the coy
I am a koi - I am a swimmer
in a land of mysteries - a gulf of bliss stories
patience is acceptance, and faith is our roots
Our roots are the same as our branches -
Our branches are gratitude and enjoyment
for the sake of it.
Nights are for living wild tales and trusting the fairies
we can choose excitement tonight.
Sometimes I just have to break my own laws.
We set up barriers to destroy them - not to adhere forever.
And tonight, tonight, tonight...
our barriers are destroyed by gentleness.
A bomb is cast but fizzles out in the air,
long before it can touch anything but the hands
that throw it. Love in subtle thoughtfulness
comes over us, "what are we doing?" I don't know
but I know, I can't hurt you any longer. I realize I love
you too much to treat you as if you are not apart of my Self..
and I do not know what will happen, but tonight, today,
I will lay down arms. I will surrender, and if I die,
I die, in Peace. May you be in Peace, as well, my friend.
I made a commitment long ago to be a whimsical warrior,
a loving, darkness-probing Light to shine rainbows into the
shit piles. I decided to take my responsibilities hilariously serious
real and light, and to be a mother always for the lost and lonesome,
and to always be a child,
in the serene knowning that I would and will always be wherever I am meant to be, and wherever I
am, I am meant to be here. The mother-
moon guides me home.
30.6.13
24.6.13
A Healing Journey- Part One
Some people believe desire is a form of attachment, but what I know to be true is that desires can ONLY be fulfilled once we let them go. I'd like to shift towards a paradigm where we listen and understand someone's perspective and artful expression, without categorizing or filing away of certain ideas that "seem" to be like certain boxes we've built inside our minds, but being present on a level that resonates and connects with this part us, right now. I speak to the place of possibility within us all: where the stuff of mystics resides, where the prayers of shamans rhythmically hum, where priestesses and holy men are left to die, but they are living. I bring to you my story of a moment whence I staggered to arise, awake and aware for the first time to my own insanity. Have you ever wanted to remember so bad that you did anything (and I mean anything) just to feel this basic bliss of freedom from ourselves? Have you ever felt such a strong, unbreakable connection with our whole earth, heck, our whole galaxy that you could do nothing else but BE a beacon of hope and a fighter for love? It sounds paradoxical because it is, and it drove me to lose my mind as I knew it forevermore.
One Morning I awoke from a night that felt like a dream before I was sleeping, and I was under-rested. Slightly cranky but purpose at heart I set out with my sisters into a field occupied by rainbow warriors, many of whom, like me, were just beginning to realize it consciously. We all wanted peace but first we had to cultivate it within ourselves. Meeting new faces of ancient friends, and seeing my sisters leave me in their hesitance. New-found family and new-found self, we set off into the surrounding forests and toke, toke, toke did we until I am retrograde, a backwards balance of mania and destruction, and it's beautiful. New family sitting under trees, gathered like buzzing singing bees. Never tried a veggie burger this good before, thank you, oh thank you new sweet friend. I could be vegan, maybe...Mmmm. Thank you, new friend, mother-lady beautiful, for this soft, true back massage...The beginning of a healing journey that I'm still recapitulating. You are a teacher of Yoga?\Could you teach a class right now? "Free Yoga Class!" she shouts across the field. Everything here is flowing like water, like rivers...Moments later I find myself deep inside this space; we are all resonating together, all within a sacred space of silence for this infinite moment of freedom, of unity.
Laying on my back, gazing up into the sky in Shavasana, still in the movement. Energy spirals outwards from the center of my gaze, a matrix changing, we are balancing and bringing and healing the Sacred Grid with our intentional desires.
Humanity Remembering Our Power :: Peaceburgh's First Annual Peaceful Gathering of Hands and Souls. We stand in this wide growing circle in this open Field, an oval, looking into one another's eyes, seeing with Mother's Eyes. Seeing the Love reflecting back and forth as our hands grasp softly, firmly, intentfully. "I Am In Love With You All," my heart sings out. I am flowing inside, the sacred sexual sensual energy also called Kundalini, free and expanding. I Am a River.
A little girl was lost her DVD somewhere in the field, let's look for it, I tell her, and I'm sure it will be found. "I love you," we tell one another. I remember how I've always felt like a MAMA. 16 years old, a misfit prophetess of sorts. Less afraid or maybe just more courageous. Yeah, I think that's it. A Dreamer. Augie and I watch the sunset together on the stone bench, sensing the gradual change in light with a spectacular of the rectangular structure of a dying paradigm of architecture, discussing the coming and and present changes in the world and in our lives, and how all of this is an ending but really more of a beginning, knowing that everything is about to change. And I have the sense that we are deeply kin, that he truly understands my path and hurts as I know his -- one path, tonight, for now. With my brother Tyree who has always been with me since this day, guiding me and reflecting me in subtle and not so subtle ways, the three of us walk through the forest into a messy world of paradox, and a new chapter begins flowing. As I walked towards an unknown future, the words in my mind repeated, over and over and over,
. . . Remember . . . Remember . . . Remember . . .
One Morning I awoke from a night that felt like a dream before I was sleeping, and I was under-rested. Slightly cranky but purpose at heart I set out with my sisters into a field occupied by rainbow warriors, many of whom, like me, were just beginning to realize it consciously. We all wanted peace but first we had to cultivate it within ourselves. Meeting new faces of ancient friends, and seeing my sisters leave me in their hesitance. New-found family and new-found self, we set off into the surrounding forests and toke, toke, toke did we until I am retrograde, a backwards balance of mania and destruction, and it's beautiful. New family sitting under trees, gathered like buzzing singing bees. Never tried a veggie burger this good before, thank you, oh thank you new sweet friend. I could be vegan, maybe...Mmmm. Thank you, new friend, mother-lady beautiful, for this soft, true back massage...The beginning of a healing journey that I'm still recapitulating. You are a teacher of Yoga?\Could you teach a class right now? "Free Yoga Class!" she shouts across the field. Everything here is flowing like water, like rivers...Moments later I find myself deep inside this space; we are all resonating together, all within a sacred space of silence for this infinite moment of freedom, of unity.
Laying on my back, gazing up into the sky in Shavasana, still in the movement. Energy spirals outwards from the center of my gaze, a matrix changing, we are balancing and bringing and healing the Sacred Grid with our intentional desires.
Humanity Remembering Our Power :: Peaceburgh's First Annual Peaceful Gathering of Hands and Souls. We stand in this wide growing circle in this open Field, an oval, looking into one another's eyes, seeing with Mother's Eyes. Seeing the Love reflecting back and forth as our hands grasp softly, firmly, intentfully. "I Am In Love With You All," my heart sings out. I am flowing inside, the sacred sexual sensual energy also called Kundalini, free and expanding. I Am a River.
A little girl was lost her DVD somewhere in the field, let's look for it, I tell her, and I'm sure it will be found. "I love you," we tell one another. I remember how I've always felt like a MAMA. 16 years old, a misfit prophetess of sorts. Less afraid or maybe just more courageous. Yeah, I think that's it. A Dreamer. Augie and I watch the sunset together on the stone bench, sensing the gradual change in light with a spectacular of the rectangular structure of a dying paradigm of architecture, discussing the coming and and present changes in the world and in our lives, and how all of this is an ending but really more of a beginning, knowing that everything is about to change. And I have the sense that we are deeply kin, that he truly understands my path and hurts as I know his -- one path, tonight, for now. With my brother Tyree who has always been with me since this day, guiding me and reflecting me in subtle and not so subtle ways, the three of us walk through the forest into a messy world of paradox, and a new chapter begins flowing. As I walked towards an unknown future, the words in my mind repeated, over and over and over,
. . . Remember . . . Remember . . . Remember . . .
13.6.13
Beliefs Shattering Like Icicles
You know, right now, my beliefs about everything are being shattered. Like ice. Melting yes, but also shattered into millions of fragments that melt into new thoughts, ideas, and awareness. The what I thought I thought is not. It is a story made up by somebody else. And my understandings of healing and health are being radically shifted- more so than ever before. I never realized how intricate and vast all this is. I understood conceptually, yet now I am coming to an experiential wisdom that can only be described as peace. I do not know what I do not know about what I do not know, or even about what I know. It's a mystery, and it's perfect. I'm loving every moment, and when I'm not, I'm wondering why not? Let's just live in joy!
12.6.13
The Story of this Fruity Muse
I want to begin telling you my Story ~ yet be aware, this story does not really have a beginning and it never really ends. This story is a motion in progress, a creation in creation, a series of waves within the ocean. So here is my attempt to give you these waves, to bring these waves forth and let them fly and crash, becoming a part of your sea, too.
I grew up in a backyard forest where black raspberries grew in tasty abundance. I wandered those forest, in my dream-waking and dream-sleeping, and I became a fairy of the woods- a keeper, a secret-teller, a mischievous flirt. My wings sprouted yet remained hidden in the faces of the this-and-that, yet, for all this, I never forgot. I cried often, and felt the sharp sting of the "adults" control illusions; I knew in my heart they could not create my creation, and in my moments of dreaming I remembered all that could not be spoken.
Illusions of the nurturers have a funny way of rubbing off, though, and I spiraled into worlds I am only now remembering. As I grew older, I became sarcastic, and unappreciative oftentimes. The magic never faded, but the stories I was told began to be the stories I would tell myself, and they were lies. Twisted fables of worlds of concrete, metal and icy glass made by metal hands. It hurt so bad to listen to these myths, and my mind became a place vulnerable to religion and it's hopeful claims. Beautiful, I felt. The Light that is carried by Love, I saw. Gradually it all became so complex, so overbearing that I couldn't keep grasping at all these straws..enough desolation and desperation and absolute, profound curiosity and a will to keep going led me down a rabbit hole...And I really can't complain. ;)
I grew up in a backyard forest where black raspberries grew in tasty abundance. I wandered those forest, in my dream-waking and dream-sleeping, and I became a fairy of the woods- a keeper, a secret-teller, a mischievous flirt. My wings sprouted yet remained hidden in the faces of the this-and-that, yet, for all this, I never forgot. I cried often, and felt the sharp sting of the "adults" control illusions; I knew in my heart they could not create my creation, and in my moments of dreaming I remembered all that could not be spoken.
Illusions of the nurturers have a funny way of rubbing off, though, and I spiraled into worlds I am only now remembering. As I grew older, I became sarcastic, and unappreciative oftentimes. The magic never faded, but the stories I was told began to be the stories I would tell myself, and they were lies. Twisted fables of worlds of concrete, metal and icy glass made by metal hands. It hurt so bad to listen to these myths, and my mind became a place vulnerable to religion and it's hopeful claims. Beautiful, I felt. The Light that is carried by Love, I saw. Gradually it all became so complex, so overbearing that I couldn't keep grasping at all these straws..enough desolation and desperation and absolute, profound curiosity and a will to keep going led me down a rabbit hole...And I really can't complain. ;)
6.6.13
My Vision For Peaceburgh 2023
I was inspired to create this after I read a wonderful vision of a like-minded Peaceburgher on the Peaceburgh website a few days ago, and so I will share with you what I see for this future of this bright and beautiful place.
I just woke up this morning from my futon/sleeping mat on the groundfloor of my amazing indoor/outdoor ecohome in beautiful, vibrant, community oriented Brighton Heights. Half the year I travel to tropical locations, and the other half I live here in this awesome space. My home is designed to bring in fresh air and use the natural light of the sun, collect rainwater, and supply power to my super cool hybrid car that uses several fuel sources, including solar, water, electric, and magnetic. I don't use it often though, since I love riding my bike, walking, jogging and running everywhere! What used to be my garbage bin (which I rarely used since most things can be composted too) is now a matter converter for organic materials, and only organic plant based materials are allowed to be used in the construction and creation of the new Peaceburgh. Everything has become a lot simpler since nearly all of the large corporations collapsed within two years of one another about seven years ago. It was inevitable, with the way they were abusing the resources. People simply chose to stop supporting them, and the cards came flying down.
After waking I stretch and listen in silence. and then blissfully take a walk through the forest. Nature paths now connect to every main road, so I am able to walk through a beautiful serene environment right as I walk out of my home. Much of the concrete is now being removed, revealing beautiful spaces where composting is occurring and gardens are growing.
I head up to one of our Tropical Spaces located in several Peaceburgh areas. We now have enough tropical fruit trees growing to feed the whole greater Allegheny Area. It's only getting bigger, too - not to mention all the community food forest that are growing temperate-climate fruits all over the place! The Tropical Spaces are really exciting to me, though, since I am a Lover of Fruit and I know that eating tropical fruit is the best thing we can do for our amazing bodies. The Spaces are like big, enclosed bubbles surrounded by forests. Like conservatories. They are incredibly intuitive, making full use of the sunlight, rainwater, wind, and snow. They use as much natural water as they can to create a humid, hot atmosphere like the tropical rain forest. This morning I am making a meal of six sweet, juicy, delicious mangoes picked right from the tree! It's amazing. I'm so grateful for this project, and everyone's contribution to creating it. I sit in the forest, enjoying my mangoes, listening to the birds sing and all the messages of mother earth.
After this lovely moment, I blissfully walk home through the forest. At home I go to my green rooftop and water my vegetable garden that also grows all year round thanks to collapsible greenhouses that most homes are now built with, which use a similar technology as the Tropical Spaces. I greet the butterflies in my butterfly garden and smile as I get excited for my day. I pack my water in lightweight hemp bottles and attach them to my bike. I am so thankful that I know I can get free, whole, fresh, ripe, raw organic fruits anywhere I may want to go now. I used to have to pack food to bring with me, but now I am at ease knowing the earth and the community will take care of my needs. I take the forest trail down to the river trail, which is now much cleaner than ever before, thanks to the collapse of the chemical industry. Our sacred rivers are now chemical free, and clean enough to drink from. I have so much fun swimming in these sacred waters and riding in the free community clean-green river boats, and kayaking. Ever since the fountain began to flow again at the Sacred Point of Power, these rivers have been sending out our collective, powerful, unified intention of love and peace and UNITY with ever-more accelerating vibrational power. I am heading down to teach and learn at an education event we organize every two weeks about how to live a vibrant, abundant, healthful existence overflowing with joy, satisfaction, and true Well-Being. Some of my favorite teachers have been here, including the amazing Dr. Doug Graham, who is still thriving like a champ into his seventies. Many, many beautiful souls have been through here and shared their perspective and wisdom. This began as the Free School community, a grassroots project of a few hundred and now is blossoming and touching the hearts and minds and lives of thousands of people. Many of our Peaceburgh town's native companies who have been here for decades have been really stepping into the Light and acknowledging the impact they have on everything around them- they are contributing in countless ways to help make this space a more vibrant, beautiful, unified, healthful place in which to co-exist.
Seeing this journey and being a part of this has been so incredibly fulfilling and remarkable. This is bigger than anything any One of us could have created by ourselves.
Collective Unified Intention Is Powerful and WE ARE CONSCIOUS MANIFESTORS.
I just woke up this morning from my futon/sleeping mat on the groundfloor of my amazing indoor/outdoor ecohome in beautiful, vibrant, community oriented Brighton Heights. Half the year I travel to tropical locations, and the other half I live here in this awesome space. My home is designed to bring in fresh air and use the natural light of the sun, collect rainwater, and supply power to my super cool hybrid car that uses several fuel sources, including solar, water, electric, and magnetic. I don't use it often though, since I love riding my bike, walking, jogging and running everywhere! What used to be my garbage bin (which I rarely used since most things can be composted too) is now a matter converter for organic materials, and only organic plant based materials are allowed to be used in the construction and creation of the new Peaceburgh. Everything has become a lot simpler since nearly all of the large corporations collapsed within two years of one another about seven years ago. It was inevitable, with the way they were abusing the resources. People simply chose to stop supporting them, and the cards came flying down.
After waking I stretch and listen in silence. and then blissfully take a walk through the forest. Nature paths now connect to every main road, so I am able to walk through a beautiful serene environment right as I walk out of my home. Much of the concrete is now being removed, revealing beautiful spaces where composting is occurring and gardens are growing.
I head up to one of our Tropical Spaces located in several Peaceburgh areas. We now have enough tropical fruit trees growing to feed the whole greater Allegheny Area. It's only getting bigger, too - not to mention all the community food forest that are growing temperate-climate fruits all over the place! The Tropical Spaces are really exciting to me, though, since I am a Lover of Fruit and I know that eating tropical fruit is the best thing we can do for our amazing bodies. The Spaces are like big, enclosed bubbles surrounded by forests. Like conservatories. They are incredibly intuitive, making full use of the sunlight, rainwater, wind, and snow. They use as much natural water as they can to create a humid, hot atmosphere like the tropical rain forest. This morning I am making a meal of six sweet, juicy, delicious mangoes picked right from the tree! It's amazing. I'm so grateful for this project, and everyone's contribution to creating it. I sit in the forest, enjoying my mangoes, listening to the birds sing and all the messages of mother earth.
After this lovely moment, I blissfully walk home through the forest. At home I go to my green rooftop and water my vegetable garden that also grows all year round thanks to collapsible greenhouses that most homes are now built with, which use a similar technology as the Tropical Spaces. I greet the butterflies in my butterfly garden and smile as I get excited for my day. I pack my water in lightweight hemp bottles and attach them to my bike. I am so thankful that I know I can get free, whole, fresh, ripe, raw organic fruits anywhere I may want to go now. I used to have to pack food to bring with me, but now I am at ease knowing the earth and the community will take care of my needs. I take the forest trail down to the river trail, which is now much cleaner than ever before, thanks to the collapse of the chemical industry. Our sacred rivers are now chemical free, and clean enough to drink from. I have so much fun swimming in these sacred waters and riding in the free community clean-green river boats, and kayaking. Ever since the fountain began to flow again at the Sacred Point of Power, these rivers have been sending out our collective, powerful, unified intention of love and peace and UNITY with ever-more accelerating vibrational power. I am heading down to teach and learn at an education event we organize every two weeks about how to live a vibrant, abundant, healthful existence overflowing with joy, satisfaction, and true Well-Being. Some of my favorite teachers have been here, including the amazing Dr. Doug Graham, who is still thriving like a champ into his seventies. Many, many beautiful souls have been through here and shared their perspective and wisdom. This began as the Free School community, a grassroots project of a few hundred and now is blossoming and touching the hearts and minds and lives of thousands of people. Many of our Peaceburgh town's native companies who have been here for decades have been really stepping into the Light and acknowledging the impact they have on everything around them- they are contributing in countless ways to help make this space a more vibrant, beautiful, unified, healthful place in which to co-exist.
Seeing this journey and being a part of this has been so incredibly fulfilling and remarkable. This is bigger than anything any One of us could have created by ourselves.
Collective Unified Intention Is Powerful and WE ARE CONSCIOUS MANIFESTORS.
5.6.13
The Purpose of this Blog And Who Is Writing It
I am the Fruity Muse. Who is the Fruity Muse? The Fruity Muse is an artist, a writer, a music-maker, a dancer, an aspiring athlete, a sister, a friend and member of the planetary family. A mother to small animals, a lover of beauty, and of course a lover of Fruit. A remember-er, a Seer, a Creator. Above and among all, a Lover. I am a piece of everything that contains the secrets of everything- a microcosm. I love to be in Love, like an endlessly drifting cloud- my Love has no favorites- I love unconditionally. I am an eternal Student. I don't know what I don't know! And it's amazing. I'm learning to trust in the inherent goodness of everything- even when things appear to be challenging. As I write this I receive some news that breaks my heart open, and I remember times when I couldn't see this way. I pray now that all that I am connected with be in Peace - the Mother of all things.
The Purpose of this blog is simple - to express my truth as it clearly comes through me, and share my gifts of connection to my eternal Source. To spread Love. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For Being an essential Part of This.
A beautiful message came to me as I rode my bike earlier, and something to keep in mind:
"The nature of our perceptions determines the content of our reality."
"The nature of our perceptions determines the content of our reality."
REmember.
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