Falling Stars

I saw a falling star last night it looked as though it were calling, bright ... inviting me to come along and travel to another song.

Life is a song the fills our ears with melodies of wonderous years, always amazingly full, extraordinarily crisp and clear. It is a canvas on which we draw and paint our hopes and dreams, a temple in which we dwel until our souls take flight and brighten up the star lit night. A vessel in which we travel far and wide if only to find the other side. A universe in a milky way a place to love and a place to play.

But cccassionally life grounds us as if to say you are not listening to what I say. Perhaps your dreams have been dashed and it might seem as though your love will never again last, but remember that when all seems dark there is always the possiblilty of a spark to inginte your soul in a blaze of glory forever full of timeless hopes in life's story, a story of love and bliss sublime ... if I take your hand will you take mine?

So before I reached out to that star I remembered suddenly just who we are. Two angels who have come to earth to make a life, two people who have conquered strife. Two entities in the universe who use the sky to travel fast and fly very high. Two shooting stars who have come together to light the heavens in their path and illuminate each other as they pass into endlessness.

We are stars, we are moondust ... we are golden!

Tell me a Story

 

Today I watched as the world around me began to change around me yet again, as forever it does and will always. I watched as life turned and glanced at it's past and cried as I felt fondly for mine as well.

Then I though to myself that it is true for now and for sure, time is not our keeper but rather our cure. Would it be that I could, I would walk in the steps of time once more. Would it be different if you were mine? My answer seemed to be second nature and it spoke to me as a friend and said:

Tell me a story of times gone by
Tell me a story of you and I

Let it come forward from another time
A time that was different when you weren't mine

Tell me your secrets and give me your rhyme
Give me your secrets and I'll give you mine

Tonight the world is still the same and I wonder why I haven't changed. Perhaps it is time that is the victim and it is I who am it's master!

Tell me a story ...

Testing and Tasting the Waters of Life

A friend recently reminded me of a quote by Joseph Campbell, the renowned American mythologist, author and lecturer.  He said that "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us". Many people have said the same thing in a myriad of ways and I agree completely.

The problem is that in order to let go we must have something to let go of ... It has been said that if we quiet our minds and listen the universe it will tell us what to do but if we don't know what our choices are the decision can be daunting.

I have found life to be a series of hills and valleys. At birth we are dropped either onto a hill or into a valley - the choice is not ours. As we begin to explore our surroundings however we soon realize our situation and it is at this point that we begin our true journey and, depending how adventurous we are, seek out new realms.

Of course it is totally dependant on each individual to make their own decisions lest we become entrapped in the dreams of others and most important to stand firm with our choices once made.
Now that we have established our existence it is time to build our foundation from which we will construct our new life. Until now we were mostly transients moving from hill to valley and thought to thought.

Every foundation is different from the next and it would be good if we could recognize the parameters of our own, which in turn will tell us what we can build on it and just who we invite to build with us.

So here comes the fun part ... Protected and secure in our new home we can relax a bit and enjoy our situation. Time to rest and dream now, let our minds take us to distant shores. Time to test and taste the waters of life and to let them wash over us. Time to swim in the river and practice our strokes before moving on to the lakes and oceans of life.

Know who you are, remember who you were and let life take you to who you can and will be!

I watched the earth from a falling star and thought the distance to be quite far, but as I sped quickly past the Moon my journey looked to be over soon.

Live life in the moment - every moment ...

Lifes Debris

There are times as it sit in my favorite restaurant watching the parade of ancient clientele shuffle by that I think to myself - there for the grace of the gods go I ...

Who do you become when you have forgotten who you are?

As I walk through life these days I can't help but notice the endless debris around me. Fractured pieces of broken dreams that clutter the landscape as far as the eye can see.

How many times have I myself discarded pieces of my life that no longer work or which I no longer need? The trouble with this cosmic debris is that it tends to make a mess for everyone and serves no purpose.

Wouldn't it be better I thought to recycle these fragments and perhaps even use them as building blocks for the future. I have found lately that it is these very experiences in life which we have shed that in fact have made us who we really are.

Much like a reef in the ocean or a mountain range on dry land, we are a compilation of our thoughts and experiences whether happy or sad. We are the thing life has made us and the product of our journey sculpted by our own hands.

Once I thought that I had no choice in my fate, that the universe and karma where the directing forces and I must follow the course. But looking more closely at my every day plight I noticed that instead it was me who had control and that life was merely the ocean in which I swam.

Granted there are powerful forces out there that can be rather formidable but it is we who make the choices every moment of every day that eventually take us to an end or a new beginning.

We are our own destiny ... no one else can be!

Fall Magic

The season has set it's course and the magic now begins. What is it about the Fall that fills me with such happy sadness, joyful remorse and the longing for more?

Perhaps it is that in the Fall I see the end to a years growth, the beauty of a season in the sun and all it's bounty either harvested or laid to waste. A time to reflect on life and all it's adventures ... people who have come into my life and those you have left it. The old and new and the promise in the renewal to come.

As if a gentle hand has found my soul to comfort and console in the dark nights to come. It is the dark and cold nights that bring us a needed rest so that we may regenerate for the season of sun light that follows. It is in this time of hibernation that the soul is set free to wonder and play in the dreams of before and those of today. Holiday magic abounds as if a remedy to he harsh and cold contemplations that find their way into our thoughts in this time of celebration. Pumpkins and Turkeys, Pine Cones and Tinsel feed our bodies and souls in this season of dark light while friends and lovers give new meaning to life.

Funny how much joy can be found when star dust falls and love abounds filling the night with a bright and distant light. While waiting for Spring I can harness the things that give me strength in my plight.

There is magic in the fall ...

The Aging of Aquarius

I was driving through Michigan last weekend on my way from Chicago to Grand Rapids. My partner and I were heading to a celebration of life and longevity ... a dear man and good friend. As I looked to the Forests of trees that lined the road on our journey I couldn't help but think of how long it took for those trees to grow and how important they are to our very lives. Ages have come and gone and climates have changed and shifted before, so have civilizations. Maybe it is time for that to happen again.

For the last several decades now Astrologers and Astronomers alike have been debating the arrival date of the "Age of Aquarius". Some say it has already happened and other that it will not take place for another hundred years. A friend told me just the other day that November 11, 2011 is the date. In any event there is definitely something in the air that is fanning the flames of fanaticism and intemperance so apparent in society today.

One thing is sure and that is the fact that in every age and in every culture there has always been the the dormant seeds of both good and evil. Much as the earth gives rise to life as we know it so can it take life away but it is the universe that sets the stage for this performance. Amongst the trillions of possible combinations in the heavens I believe that it rests with the tinniest of emotions to begin the process.

Ages come and ages go but the seeds of our souls remains eternal. As the prophets have said through out the centuries "we are what we manifest and no more". An Age is merely the manifestation of all that the universe is at any given point in time. Perhaps then it is the timing of that manifestation that encourages the growth much like the earths soil. When the mixture is right it is healthy and sustainable. But like anything else it takes practice and care.

So what is this "Age" thing and what does it really matter? It is only a reset button for us to get things right again. We have done a good job of making a mess of our planet and I for one wonder if it is possible for us to make it right again before it is too late.

Nature will eventually correct itself and in time purge the planet but can we purge ourselves as well? There are times when I feel that am walking in a primordial Forest and the trees are telling me beware. Forest creatures are watching me with care and the sky stands still above waiting a sign that I come barring love. As I stepped from the forest and into the light I saw two stags standing as if ready to take flight. I thought to myself is this a sign from the heavens? Could I be right ... that nature itself will be our last rite!