the dreaming Press.

stoke the fires of your *atlas* heart

A couple, {heck a few!} urgent things. I'll get to them most hurriedly, so you don't waste a single precious moment that you could be using to sign on for grand explorations and juicy adventures {that you so deserve}.

First, my friend Debbie wants to extend an invitation for you to go to INDIA.

Second,my beautiful blogging friend Lisa has a deadline to meet, so that she can go to MEXICO.

Third, my friend Tara is hostessing the best life-changing trip {trust me, I've done it}, to JORDAN.

Last,but certainly not least, I am taking a group of women through the Women's Travel Network to MOROCCO.

So, now with all of these updates your way...it's all up to you. Maybe it's time to pay it forward and give a little to see another realize the work of her dreams...or maybe it's that time to pack a suitcase with your camera, your journal and a couple of pairs of undies, sunscreen...and hit the road to realize your own sweeping and vast dreams.

I've prioritized the list according to time deadlines. Lisa will need your help within the next ten days. Debbie has room for you up until tomorrow only.

The other two are very important, but can be discussed in another upcoming post real soon. If I were you I'd head over to see the INDIA and MEXICO links first. Thanks friends, fellow adventurers and loving hearts. You are all cherished, deeply, each of you. xo

p.s. photo of the lovely blue doorway taken from a bumbling yet speeding van in the Middle East while driving along sharing cups of hot nuts and listening to this or something like it...in March 2010

...and God whistled OM while whittling wood on His front porch. (seriously)

 
I love shells.  Feathers.  Anything found in nature.  Being a Capricorn I am drawn to all things grounded and rooted in our earth.  I love stumbling upon a patch of moss growing wildly green. I love dipping my hands into the raging ocean and plucking out a shell and some long deceased coral-a fossilized nautilus shell.  

I picture God as stillness. Yet He rocks in a chair on His front porch.  Happily whistling a tune of OM.  This is my earth religion.  God as a hillbilly, a recluse-wise...wonderful...warm.  A friend of mine when I most needed Him. Whistling a tune of Om, and not minding if I occasionally take His name in vain.  Because He knows me, and He knows I don't mean it the way some may think I do.

My friend sent me a book recently and she opened me up to so much personal soul searching I just have to thank God for her.  Please go visit her.  She is as honest as the day is long.  Real.  I love that about her. The quote from the book that made me pause to consider all was this, "You are that which you are seeking." Those simple words changed me.  A simple intervention that was written into my blueprint, yet seems unassuming and small. Yet, it is not.  It impacted me greatly. 

Before you go thinking I'm about to thump you with a Bible...I am just so drawn in to the Source lately and how much it means to me to be true to myself and the absolute freedom that it brings.  The truth sets all of us so very free.  Really. 

I have been shopping for Japanese Washi tape (what needs mending...I wonder?), I've been smoking the odd Cuban cigarette (no, I don't ordinarily smoke), I've been smudging my space with Nag Champa (a good spacial clearing) and I've been cooking up a storm.  A stack of magazines has inspired me...that Oprah and her De-Cluttering issue has made me pause to organize...to breathe in the moments of my now's with all my heart.

Liz and her wild and parenthesized ways have made me long for more memoir in the blog...hence I'm dubbing myself a memoirist~though shalt know my truth...(thank you Rebecca).

Okay, that is all for today's random post on earth, God, truth and well...wood whittling.  God is in you. He is in all that you seek, be it in a church, a disco, a coffee house, in your lover's blue blue eyes, or in the vast ocean.  He is in the medicine, the water, the pillow.  Just be still, and you will find what you are looking for.

xo