Remembering

Its been awhile since I came to this space. I feel like I am meeting someone after a long absence and feel unsure about where to begin. I know that I have changed in many ways, some obvious and others more subtle. I have changed in ways that I have yet to discover. Like meeting an old friend for coffee, there is a welcoming familiarity in this space, an acceptance of what time has wrought coupled with the sense that the essence of me remains unwavering. I am remembered. I am welcome.

Since I was last here Guardians of the Vision: Parenting for the Birthright of Potential has been released. I believe that it is a ripple that will grow in size and intensity as it touches each person. It is something that compells you to pay it forward. To share. To claim. The courage and honesty, the love and respect each contributor freely offers is a gift. They have gone first, boldly blazing a trail for their readers to follow as they discover their birthright of genius and potential so that they become resourceful guardians.

I am amazed by how the lives of the contributors have exploded into full bloom! Tapping into their experience moved them well beyond the borders of the "stories". Without a doubt, they are the creators of the next "chapter" in their awakened lives and they are touching many others. The creation of this project, particularly my role as a coach and sounding board for many of the contributors has reifnorced my faith in the alchemy of writing.

Writing to tell a story or share information is one thing. Writing to access experience is another thing entirely. When writing is used as a gateway to something beyond the story it holds great power. Writing in this way looks more like idleness dotted with periods of frenzied recording. What may appear to an observer as a distant stare actually marks the direct engagement of experience in flow.

Breathing in, breathing out; inviting and allowing the flow of energy, information, sensation and emotion moves us beyond lifeless language into a realm where we are the creator. Through the portal of the body, we leave the intellect behind and connect with our sacredness. In this space we don't harbor judgement about our experience, nor are we defined by it. In this space we transcend. Only then can we speak the truth - our truth.

The resonance of truth claimed and synthesized moves language from an intellectual process to one that carries an energetic charge. This is the spark that ignites something in the reader. Both writer and reader are transformed.

Tranformation - This is what I have witnessed time and again, in my life and in the lives of others who chose to write from that sacred space within.

And so here I am again, writing and seeking my own ongoing transformation. My joy in life is seeking ways to express the fullness of who I am and that expands exponentially when I work with others who are seeking the same. "Who else is out there?", I wonder ....


"I am the glimmer on a blackbird's feather, the unexpected iridescent sheen that holds a rainbow. I spread my wings and become the wind, trailing my fingers through the long grass, kissing the world as I pass."

Who are you?