Voters got what they asked for, and things are changing alright. But is it towards a world that we actually want to live in?

Creating pain, chaos and fear is not leadership. In virtually every environment I’ve ever worked, we called that incompetence.

New ink in homage to pilgrimage, the ancestors, and walking the spiral path.

Taking a much needed breather from the doom scrolling to source joy. Remembering what’s worth fighting for.

Find the wonder, my friends. Full hearts are formidable warriors.

My god what a view. AND… it squeezed my heart to be the only person on deck drinking the scene in. On a ferry filled to capacity, 95% of passengers remained below deck the entire time. In the car cave, relating with their phones.

Almost nobody SAW THIS.

This ain’t how we were meant to live.

Rosary practice observation: start really talking to the Mother on the regular, and she starts talkin’ back. On my way home just now I discovered the PNW Amma center… after driving past here how many times? And get this: weekly Satsang begins in 5 minutes. No kiddin. Needless to say, I’ll be there.

Sanity break.

3 days in and damn if this rosary practice isn’t cracking me wide open. Feels, fears, hopes & dreams for the world as what’s tender and personal becomes universal. Many faces of the Mother showing up: Mary, Amma, Brigid, Boann, Kwan Yin, Kali, Epona. And of course, she who holds the wheel of time.

Whisper of a dream of An Cailleach had me up well before dawn, on my knees and praying my face off. Irish goddess of winter doesn’t play.

Love to my kin in Ireland as you weather the storm. Kindness here in America as we weather ours. Hands on heart. One breath, then another.

Been adding some new tools to my mystical arsenal - calling in the Divine Mother by all her myriad names.

Devotion. Dedication. Action. Wash-rinse-repeat

Joining the great migration. Here’s hoping the winds are fairer and the compass stays true along this here bluesky horizon.