Took my prayers, tender heart and cacao to the sea for a wee little ceremony today, accompanied by old friends Sandalwood and Palo Santo and a blood offering from this week's potent time of release, and these words came through:
Call upon the Holy
Dance with the Sacred
Stay awake inside the empty moment until you sense its aliveness
Dance with the tension as it readies itself for a new song
Taste the stirrings of life form that give way from the void
A magnetism where the senses, infused by fragrant emptiness, drenched in peace,
open up to welcome forth that which lies in the liminal
The heart dilates
simply available to the Grace of becoming.
As you listen, so are you heard.
Attuned intimately with the rhythms of nature.
There is no rush.
A Holy Moment that lingers on
Guided by the Ancient Ones
Insatiably sweet in its simplicity
The sacred dance of becoming