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

Writer's cramp, idea floes & freely moving chi

 

Another Sunday by the lake feeding birds.  Olivia is a magnet for them.  They are drawn to her and linger on her outstretched palm.  {Kismet.}

I'm journalling late at night now to recap my day and well my poor hands can hardly take it.  I try to keep the handwriting (well printing, actually) neat as a pin but years of typing on a keyboard has spoiled me & the longhand makes my wrist and hand ache.  I keep shaking my hand to get the blood flowing, as the idea floes move rapidly along the surface of my mind's own lake.  I don't want to miss a single one, for transplanting them onto the paper frees me up to accept more.  Opens up the energy or chi if you will, for deeper meaning.  I think getting back out into nature after a long winter is responsible for this.

Sunday has become a day of connection, breath & love. Oh and photography of course.  Friends we've known for years and years are gathering by the lake and it was all due to the brainchild of my best girlfriend-starting a group to connect women online.  It has surpassed digital boundaries now though and we are finding it is morphing into something really special.  Thank you Lori. {I'll convince her to start blogging one of these days.  She just shines and has a lot to contribute.}

xo

Planting future gratitudes.

 
I'm colouring my hair blonder tonight and I painted my nails blue iguana.  A star studded indigo blue that is reminiscent of cosmic fluidity.   I've asked my eldest little girl to star in  my photography portfolio-she is concerned for just about everyone she has ever met and is so open and wise and I aspire to be like her though she is younger-you know? and we are cooking up the most fabulously fun photo shoots you could dream up this spring!  I'll keep you posted as to that, you can bet.

The lake is rumoured to be coolishly freezingish tomorrow and so we'll dress in layers as we feed our friends the chickadees.  A fresh group of gals is meeting tomorrow and we've formed a tribe of sorts that meets on Sundays to reconnect to each other and the Earth.  We disconnect from our on-line lives and meet in the flesh and in the out-of-doors.  What could be better for the spirit I ask you?

Last but certainly not least, you know how I rave on about my friends & family well here I go again...my good friend Tara Bradford was kind enough to post about the trip to Morocco in October.  Magical Morocco.  Please visit Tara to read her entry about the previous trips we've taken together and about the upcoming trip to Morocco.  You are more than welcome to come with us... there are a few spots left for women travellers. The trip is fully escorted and will be such fun I can hardly wait. 

Give it some thought and if you like you can read more here. I can see us now, wandering the souks...sipping mint tea and snapping photos.  Laughing under the stars in the desert and making new friends.  Trips are the one thing you can keep with you forever...for they are experiences.  Worth their weight in gold and then some.  However if you cannot make it this time, there will always and will always be...future trips. 

Plant with me now the seeds of your future gratitudes...the things that you will look back upon and smile about.

xoxo

 

 

 

A pure state of light.

 
When we went out to feed the chickadees during a long walk by the lake shore-little did we know that we would spy an aura around the little girl and the bird.  The day held a peculiar kind of earth magic, and though we spoke of stones, and waves rippling and babies breastfeeding and other good grounded things-spirit still showed up.  Funny how that works. Including a majestic swan, in flight no less-soaring a foot above the lakewater and seemingly going forever and ever...I never did see him alight. What a very beautiful sight to witness. 

I'm really REALLY big on this earth magic because during each equinox and each solstice I find I have such a tangible sense of a thinning veil.  The worlds between the worlds are a little more accessible. I seem to have lucid and clear dreams filled with wonderment and awe-the powers that be usually not allowing me to hang on to any of it once the sunlight burns through the curtains and evaporates what I've just experienced.  So a pen and paper stays by the bedside, just incase a tidbit should happen to cling.

And last night one remnant of a revealing did cling; I had vivid dreams of change.  Nature was churned up.  Oceans were moving.  It was frightening for me until I decided to go with the flow, then strangely....all my fears dissolved.  Everything began to clarify.  I was left with a feeling of deep peace.

 

What magic are you up to this spring? Whatever it is, get out and enjoy every moment.

 
xo

Step gently outside the lines of chaos. {My heart says yes.}

 
A woman sits at the side of a laneway hoping to sell her few cigars.  She is on display; a show for the tourists.  She is so much stronger than we give her credit for at first glance.  She isn't a spectacle.  A sideshow.  She is a human being.  Someone who may have little children at home, or a lover waiting in the wings.  She sleeps, breathes, eats the same as we all do.  She is strength personified. {If put in her position would you survive? Would you have the gall or the wherewithall to make it through each day?}

I thought about this woman and her lines of order and chaos.  I worried about her tremendously. How does she navigate through those lines? Is she making it? {My heart says yes.}

We all have inner strength we can tap into.  Yes, all of us.  {Because for some of us, our problems are miniscule.}

 

Do you walk your own journey, or that road which belongs to her over there?

We each stand on our own two feet.  I've always been a subscriber to this thought.  I know I must walk my own path, and that is really ok because don't we all? At the end of each day I can only do my best. Just like YOU. Do you walk your own path? {I hope so.}

I do.

 

xo