Sound is the basis of all creation, and this bird has been singing as of late. I wrote this little song shortly after arriving in New Mexico in August. It's been reverberating in my soul ever since. And just weeks ago, I had the honor of singing it to my SoulCamp family at the end of a beautiful ayahuasca ceremony in the mountains outside of Sacramento. It's a moment I won't soon forget. Color Love
There's a color, on my face Been painted by the human race Can you see it? How would it taste, If all the lines could be erased? Tear down my form and Forget my name Silence this incessant brain. For we are all a victim-slave To memories of passing pain. And there's a color, on your face They say it's different but We're the same. Like the trees and the rocks and the stars above All painted in the color love. So brother, sister, mother child, Remember that your soul is wild. Dry your tears and Raise your voice And in the oneness of all life rejoice. (Humming) And there's a color, on my face. Runs deeper than the human race Once all the lines have Been erased, Together we can be the change.
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What a blessing this year has been. Let us take a moment to sit with it, to breathe with it, to let our hearts beat with gratitude for all it has given us.
It brings me joy to see so many people giving thanks for this year full of life, full of deepening love, full of adventure, full of change and growth, full of challenges overcome. We are shifting, and 2017 was an exercise in divinity. A light is rising like the sun, guiding us into 2018. This is a time for reflection, as the full moon will look down upon itself in the waters of the world tonight. It is a time for setting intentions, to usher in a new year (if only on the 12:60 frequency that governs us now, but we won’t get into that) with purpose, with fire guiding our water flow. Now is the time to set the tone. Now is the time to be. I began 2017 with a dear friend in Australia and the year that unfolded therefrom was the deepest and most transformative of my life. Sitting down with my journal to reflect on it, I was overcome with emotion, with thanks and awe at the fact that it was real life, that it was mine. I want to honor it, to acknowledge the profound change it has brought to my being, to my body, to my mind, to my heart and to all of my relationships. I want to acknowledge the sense of purpose that burns in me now like a little star, growing stronger with each deepening breath, fueling me for the journey forward. It’s here. It’s always been here. There’s no line of separation between those other dimensions and the one that I have always accepted as my reality. There is no separation of anything. That’s what she told me, and I knew it to be true. Trust. I trusted everything she said.
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