My Phoenix Rising

 

Tell Me a Story

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 its past and cried.

Then I thought 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 were not mine

Tell me a your story …

The Circle That Is Life

  

The Circle That Is Life

They say that life is a circle that never ends

It has a begining but never an end

When nearing that place that might bring it to not

It turns to itself and starts over its plot

So many times I have said this before

Time is irrelavent and never for sure

We can take what we want and yet stil want for more

Perhaps it is lifes moments that make it secure

So many memories dance in my head

Like millions of galaxies each one on a thread

Each one in unison

All intertwined

Make the Mosaic that is uniquely mine

Dancing in the Desert 3

                                       

Dancing in the Desert

For the first time in many years we are experiencing snow in Palm Springs more than half way down the mountains.

While this may seem to be a wondrous site, it is in fact more of a warning.

I have been visiting my desert for over 30 years now and if there is one thing that has remained constant it is the fact that it will always be there to love me and inspire me, and protect me in its eternal embrace.

This year however, a chill has entered my valley and with it have come the winds of change.

Change that can cool the desert and take granite to sand. It can alter our planet and 

leave us to stand on a barren oasis, the rubble of man.

So dance if you will and make merry the day, but remember that nature will of needs have her way. 

The seeds of millenniums lay buried in the earth and wait for the day when a million tomorrows will burst.

There is always tomorrow until there is not, and we only live by the grace of our lot.

            

The Snow Mooon of February

 The Snow Mooon of February

This year the Snow Moon falls on my birthday. How very auspicious.

The Snow Moon is a reminder that change is not always showy. It illuminates the gentle stirrings that often create the most meaningful shifts. This is the time to trust the stillness and the truth of your own knowing. 

The spiritual meaning of the Snow Moon can be felt within all beings. Allow this time to be one of subtlety, a slow awakening of what lies just beneath the surface. Looking within, practice examining from a place of sensory awareness. Let the outer stillness support an inner examination of pure curiosity. Let the Snow Moon guide you as you explore your being from the inside.

Peak illumination of the February 2023 full moon will occur at 11:30 a.m. MST on Sunday, Feb. 5. For the best view of the snow moon, look for it the night before (Saturday, Feb. 4) or later Sunday. It will reach its highest point in the sky around midnight, according to the Farmer's Almanac.

By Robert Dobnick

From “The Art of Living in the Millennium

2023

Desert Sands & Thunderstorms

 Desert Sands & Thunderstorms

Flying over the vast deserts of the southwest one can not help but to wonder at the awesomeness of nature in its raw and beautiful element.

Much like the “sands of time”, these pearls of stone once were solid mountains of granite and sandstone. Released by the intervention of time and tenacity this arid sea is free to roam and at the call of Mariah, goddess of the wind, can cover hills and mountains and contain them until they become one once again.

 

By Robert Dobnick

From “The Art of Living in the Millennium

2023

 

The Rains of Palm Springs

The Rains of Palm Springs

It is Monday morning, the 23rd of January 2023. There is a moderate wind blowing in from the coast and the desert is dry again.

The life giving rains of January have saturated the soil and found their way into the sleeping seeds of ancient succulents and cactus. Soon the desert will erupt in an explosion of color, and the barren hills and mountains will be dressed in a profusion of color unlike any other.

This is my desert retreat, my special healing place, a study in both raw nature and elegant spectacle. It is a warm and welcoming cocoon that encapsulates my ethereal elements and makes them strong again.

By Robert Dobnick

From “The Art of Living in the Millennium

2023