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!

The Journey

It is 8 o'clock on a Wednesday night and there is electric energy in the air. A plane from Houston Texas has taken flight and is making it's decent into a Chicago airport carrying with it precious cargo - my new found  partner in life.

In Grand Rapids Michigan plans are being made for a grand assembly of loving friends and family to celebrate a milestone birthday of a beloved cousin, father and husband.

The stage is being set for the beginning of another chapter to be played out in this most awesome and amazing Journey we know as life!

The drive to Grand Rapids is delightful, the weather flavoured with a taste of fall. The universe seams poised for a new and special emergence - a special and unique occasion, a long due resurgence ... my life renewed in the love of another and a time for regeneration.

Life it seems is a vessel in which we travel from time to eternity not knowing the outcome but enjoying the journey. How many times have I walked in the shadow of love not knowing its depth but enjoying its waters? How many times have I longed for its gentle currents but instead experienced its furries.

What is it that makes our journey go on ... maybe it's just the touch of a hand or the sound of a word that is uttered in silence but never the less heard. And what is it that makes it all worthy, that takes us to heaven but lets us to worry in the arms of a lover who is tender and pure and who will in the end make us secure in our thoughts and our dreams, in the love of forever may we sit by life's stream and let it forever be our summer and winter, our spring and our fall, let us forever to journey in life and it's all.

Life is the Journey and we the travelers ...

The Long Shadows of Day

As I awoke in the middle of the night a vision came to me. I was so touched by it that I it inspired this poem. I would like to share it with you:

There is a time at the end of each day when shadows grow long and I long to play

In the meadows of grass that are blown by the wind from the mountains up north to the valleys within

As I lay by a stream that is fed from above I drink from it's bounty and bathe in its love

A love that began in the sands up on high in a desert remote that belongs to the sky

When I lay down to sleep at the end of the day I can feel the world that is still at play

Then the night growing still in my arms comes to stay for a few tender hours, a few or a day

Now my soul takes flight to place in the clouds where I'm safe for the moment, safe in it's love

I delight in the bliss of my lovers first kiss as the earth moves below and I cease to exist

We are one ...

Remembrances

I cannot believe that it has been ten years since the day that the world stood still; Ten years since time became meaningless. Words could not describe the pain and anguish that was caused by so few dissidents; Ten years since one world ended and another began ...

If we have learned nothing else from the horror and atrociousness of that moment it is that life is fragile and transient, and that it doesn't take much to bring us to our knees.

My grandmother used to tell me that it is always much easier to be kind and thoughtful than to be angry and remorseful. The positive energy that exudes from those who are kind and generous is infectious but unfortunately so can be anger and hate. The good news here is that the later is self destructive and cannot be sustained without causing much pain.

I thought to myself today as I reflected on my life in this crazy mixed up world that we have created for ourselves, how lucky I am to have so many wonderful friends and acquaintances, and how fortunate I have been to have experienced such love and support. Then I thought to myself why is this true for me but not for everyone else, and myself said to me because you are aware of yourself, of all that is around you and because you have listened to life and have heard it's voice.

Gregg Levoy pointed something out in his stunning book "Callings". In it he says "the whole sky is filled with furtive transmissions - pollen and seed, radio waves and subatomic particles, the songs of birds and satellite broadcasts ... what is necessary to make substance or meaning out of any of it is a receiver, somebody to receive" ...

If the world is to be a better place then so must we all be both together and as individuals. We must live in the moment but also plan for the future, and of course learn from the past. We must listen to the calm and drink in it energies in order to be healthy, happy and strong in our commitments.

Life is meant to be savoured and enjoyed like a fine wine but it must also be coaxed and nurtured in order to attain its finest result.

Between Heaven and Earth

Somewhere between heaven and earth there exists a place called mine. A place so elusive that it can only be seen when the planets align. A place so special that it sits on air and when the wind blows it moves with care and takes me with it should I dare.

Have you ever felt the earth move beneath your feet or the sunshine warm you as you sleep , in the afternoon on an autumn day while resting from the cares of whatever may? There are those times when time itself refrains from forward movement and take it's rest.

Would that these moments always be mine and I would promise in turn to be thine. So as the dark must turn to light and the morning shine in the the suns bright. Let me be to you my love the essence of all that is our love. So that we might reside in a palace on a distant hill and drink the nectar of whatever will.

My life , my light, my morning sun please promise that I'll be your only love ...